Chapter 2345 - 2343: He's Just a Lunatic

The Winged Race man cursed inwardly, but didn't dare be careless. He was certain that if this human race combat cultivator made a move, he himself would be the first target.

So no matter what, he didn't want to have any conflict with the other party.

He immediately lowered his posture even further. "Fellow Daoist, please be magnanimous. Our strength truly can't compare to yours. Please don't despise us—allow us to follow under your shelter. When the Star Abyss Gate opens in the future, we can all serve as your errand runners."

The doppelganger looked at him blandly, making the Winged Race cultivator's whole body go cold.

"Alright!" All of a sudden, the doppelganger spoke carelessly, "But this seat doesn't need so much trash. I'll only take in half your number. As for the remaining half…" He didn't finish the sentence, his expression playful.

But all the Dao Fusion cultivators understood exactly what he meant.

Precisely because they understood, the Dao Fusion cultivators' expressions shifted as well. Their earlier panic and dread slowly faded. One by one, they all looked at Lu Ye with calm eyes.

With such childish tactics to sow division, how could they possibly fall for it? If they really were tricked by this, they wouldn't have cultivated to their current level.

At worst, they'd just fight it out. They had numbers on their side. Even though the human race sword cultivator was at Peak Dao Fusion, killing them would still cost him dearly.

"Just joking, no need to be so nervous!" The doppelganger suddenly chuckled.

With the Winged Race as the lead, the many Dao Fusion cultivators all frowned, feeling this human really had something wrong in his head. Moody to this extent—clearly not normal.

"Alright, from now on everyone's on the same side. Do what you're supposed to do." The doppelganger waved a hand, then suddenly flickered away again.

The Winged Race and a bunch of Dao Fusion cultivators helplessly watched this neurotic human race sword cultivator, then once more began their own slaughtering tour. Those Enter the Path cultivators facing their offensive basically had no power to fight back.

Even if they wanted to dodge, they couldn't—unless they stayed far away from this place.

But in a playground like this, which Enter the Path could bear to leave? Even if some did, they'd only be a tiny minority. After all, as long as they reaped some gains here, it would far surpass many years of bitter cultivation.

This slaughter continued for several days straight. No one knew how many Enter the Path cultivators this sword cultivator killed. Though the various Dao Fusion cultivators couldn't stomach it, they were powerless to stop anything, and could only let him rampage.

Until at some point, the human race sword cultivator suddenly came back, sat down openly, and took out Dao Bones from his storage ring one by one, refining them.

The group of Dao Fusion cultivators immediately felt like they were sitting on pins and needles.

Normally, a Peak Dao Fusion as the one in charge wouldn't stay together with them, because there was no need—like Yin Luo, who stayed alone in the Qing Palace.

Once the Star Abyss Gate opened, she would be acknowledged by the Will of the Star Abyss. Countless Star Abyss living creatures would invade the stellar space. When the stellar space shattered, even if she did nothing, it would still be credited as her merit, and she would gain unimaginable benefits.

But this human race sword cultivator had suddenly run over to stay together with them Dao Fusion cultivators. Given his prior behavior, the others naturally felt ill at ease.

They suddenly felt that letting him slaughter outside didn't seem like such a bad thing. At least they wouldn't have to be so on edge.

Yet now that he'd already come here, no Dao Fusion dared say anything, much less show any odd reaction, fearing they'd anger him and provoke another incident.

Suddenly, a mutation arose.

Just as he was refining Dao Bones, the human race sword cultivator roared, "What the hell are you looking at?"

As his shout fell, a streak of sword light had already slashed out.

All the Dao Fusion cultivators were horrified, and when they looked up, they saw that one of their number had been cut down on the spot!

"Fellow Daoist, you…" The Winged Race man glared at the doppelganger, face full of anger.

He wasn't familiar with the Dao Fusion cultivator who'd just been killed, but the human race sword cultivator's actions made him feel he had no sense of safety at all. To suddenly explode and murder someone like this—who could endure it?

"He kept staring at me. I suspect he had ill intentions, wanted to rob me of my Dao Bones. So I struck first and killed him!" The doppelganger spoke with arrogant contempt. "Any of you have an opinion?"

The Dao Fusion cultivators fell silent, and the Winged Race man didn't dare say much more.

Whether that guy had been staring or not, no one knew. Now that this Dao Fusion was already dead, what could the others do? Stand up for justice on his behalf? Don't be ridiculous.

"If you want Dao Bones, just say it. Nothing to be embarrassed about. I happened to get quite a few recently. Come on, I'll share some with you." As he said this, the doppelganger took out a large amount of Dao Bones from his storage ring, split them into several piles, and with a wave of his hand, sent them in front of a few Dao Fusion cultivators.

These few Dao Fusion cultivators looked at one another, utterly unable to figure out what this sword cultivator was thinking.

The key point was… aside from these few, the other Dao Fusion cultivators didn't get any share. And the ones who didn't get any Dao Bones all seemed to be relatively close to the Winged Race cultivator.

"What's wrong? Someone gives you something and you don't even know to say thanks?" The sword cultivator yelled again, like a lunatic.

The Dao Fusion cultivators who'd just gotten Dao Bones were both amused and at a loss. But then again, who would refuse free Dao Bones? Taking them cost them nothing.

They all hurriedly voiced their thanks.

The sword cultivator finally nodded with satisfaction. "That's more like it. From now on, everyone should get along here. If you're short on Dao Bones, tell me."

The Winged Race man watched coldly, completely unable to figure out what this sword cultivator was thinking.

Was he really trying to divide them?

As the saying goes, people don't fear scarcity, they fear inequality. This sword cultivator had plenty of Dao Bones; there was no need to only share them with a portion of the Dao Fusion cultivators. He could just give them to everyone, show a bit of petty kindness, and soften their opinion of him—it would be a very cost-effective move.

Yet he just wouldn't do that.

Although these Dao Fusion cultivators could hunt Dao Bones on their own without much trouble, the sword cultivator's way of doing things undoubtedly made some of them feel quite uncomfortable.

Even the Winged Race themselves couldn't help feeling looked down upon.

It could be said that the sword cultivator was completely asking for trouble with this approach.

In the following days, this kind of situation happened several times.

Every time the sword cultivator shared Dao Bones, he only distributed them to those few Dao Fusion cultivators; as for the Winged Race and the handful of Dao Fusion cultivators close to them, he completely ignored them.

This made all of them feel a pent‑up anger in their hearts!

And don't look down on the sword cultivator's small favors; after enough repetitions, those Dao Fusion cultivators who benefited gradually began to respect him.

In the Star Abyss, the strong are revered. The sword cultivator was strong enough, and now he treated them fairly well, so of course they were willing to acknowledge him as superior.

The Winged Race gradually felt uneasy.

If this continued, the day the sword cultivator decided to make a move against these Dao Fusion cultivators of theirs, it would be hard to see everyone united as they had been at the beginning.

Yet he did not dare to act rashly. The sword cultivator picked fights without asking for any reason; this guy was a lunatic, someone he could not afford to offend.

Thus, many days slipped by.

On this day, two figures broke into the chaotic region: a Blood Race cultivator with a long saber at his waist, and a petite, shapely blonde girl.

After a bout of slaughter,

they quickly drew the attention of many Dao Fusion cultivators.

The human race sword cultivator naturally noticed these two uninvited guests as well. With a look of great interest, he stood there, stroking his chin and watching from afar.

The other Dao Fusion cultivators were also secretly communicating, because they realized that this suddenly appeared Blood Race combat cultivator should also be a Dao Fusion, and his strength wasn't bad.

As for the blonde girl who stayed at his side the whole time, no one knew what her cultivation was, because from beginning to end she just stood quietly by the combat cultivator's side, never showing any sign of making a move.

She only helped extract Dao Bones after the combat cultivator killed an enemy.

"Hmph, daring to act wantonly in this lord's hunting grounds… you there, go deal with him!"

The human race sword cultivator suddenly spoke.

The Dao Fusion cultivators who had been quietly exchanging thoughts immediately turned to look at him. The Winged Race's expression froze slightly, because the other party was looking straight at him.

It was obviously an order for him to make a move.

What kind of logic was that? The Winged Race instantly felt annoyed.

These past days, the human race sword cultivator had gone out every so often to hunt Dao Bones, slaughtering those Enter the Path cultivators with great enthusiasm. Yet now that a Dao Fusion had appeared, he actually didn't want to act himself, and instead named him to go deal with it.

Before he could react, the sword cultivator's face darkened: "What? At the beginning you kept saying you were willing to be an errand runner, but now that I ask you to exert yourself, you're unwilling?"

The Winged Race's heart tightened; he hurriedly stood up. "Fellow Daoist, you misunderstand, I'll go right now!"

These past days, he felt the sword cultivator was finding him increasingly displeasing to the eye. Several times, that gloomy gaze had fixed on him. At such a moment, he absolutely didn't want to invite trouble from the other party. If he really refused, the sword cultivator definitely wouldn't let it go.

He had considered leaving this place altogether, but the Star Abyss Gate's allure was too great. Moreover, he believed that even if he was no match for the sword cultivator, with his own 9th Order cultivation, it wouldn't be easy for the sword cultivator to kill him.

That was why he had remained.

Now that he was singled out by the sword cultivator, he had no room to resist.

He cursed inwardly that he wasn't a Peak Dao Fusion; otherwise, why would he need to swallow such insults?

He flashed forward, charging toward the Blood Race combat cultivator who was in the midst of slaughter. He quickly drew near, and because he was angry, he did not hold back at all. The gray‑white wings behind him beat once, sending a skyful of gray light sweeping toward the combat cultivator.

He knew the Blood Race quite well; he'd fought them many times before, and this one was even a combat cultivator, so he had no intention of engaging in close‑quarters combat.

He only wanted to fight at range. In his view, even if this Blood Race combat cultivator's strength was decent, he was definitely not as strong as himself. If he could kill him, he would, venting the anger in his heart. If he couldn't, beating him would be fine. As for whether the other stayed or fled, that would depend on his own mindset—and on the human race sword cultivator's decision.

The next moment, he was greatly shocked, because in the face of his all‑out strike, the Blood Race combat cultivator did not dodge at all, but instead charged straight in.

The long saber in his hand slashed out, Cui Can light roaring forth; his offensive was instantly shattered, and the distance between them closed rapidly.

The Winged Race was horrified, realizing he had underestimated his opponent, and hurriedly retreated, intending to widen the gap.

As a member of the Winged Race, his speed was quite fast.

But though he was fast, the Blood Race combat cultivator was faster. Blood mist exploded around him, and the distance between them shrank at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In no more than three breaths, it reached a limit.

This… could it be another Peak Dao Fusion?