Chapter 1073 - 1073 Ten Steps to Kill a Person, Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles (2)
1073 Ten Steps to Kill a Person, Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles (2)
However, the phoenix’s divine soul remained, suppressed here, absorbing the power of the earth fire.
Now that the earth fire has been completely dispersed, the phoenix’s divine soul is also severely injured and can no longer sustain itself. Its body slowly dissipates, leaving only a faint golden bead floating in mid-air.
The Ascendant Tiger Guards who were roaring for a ‘death battle’ and a ‘blood sacrifice’ stared blankly at the dissipating phoenix. Their faces were filled with confusion.
They fought to the death, blood sacrifice, all to draw out this power, right?
However, this formidable avian power was drawn out but couldn’t withstand a single sword strike!
Dao Lord Peng Ming looked at the phoenix, which had turned into a fiery red bead, with despair evident on his face.
“How did this happen? How did this happen…?
“This is the soul of an Immortal Demon King, an Immortal Demon King…”
He raised his hand, wanting to draw upon the power of the array in the city, but at this moment, the earth fire dissipated, and the power of the array fell silent.
He was left alone.
All his calculations, all his expectations, turned into nothingness.
Han Muye spread out his hands, and the fiery red bead fell into his palm..
“Dao Lord Peng Ming, you should know the consequences of betraying the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.
“Gather all the cultivators in the city. When the experts of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect arrive, you might still have a chance of survival.”
Han Muye threw the long sword in his hand back down, and Zhang Zhenbiao instinctively caught it.
When he looked up, Han Muye was already gone.
Ten steps to kill one person without leaving a trace for a thousand miles.
With the matter settled, he brushed his clothes and left, hiding himself and his name.
In the entire city, no one knew who broke the formation with a single sword, who was the sword cultivator that beheaded the Ascendant Tiger Guard was.
All people knew was that this person had a connection with the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, could wield the Golden Tower, and was called Senior Brother by Zhang Zhenbiao.
All the Gale Bandits were arrested and their cultivation suppressed.
Those Ascendant Tiger Guards who wanted to fight to the death lost their will to resist and gave up.
Their fate had been decided.
As for the Nine-Death Insects in Flames, they were gathered by the experts in the city and handed over to the guardian deacon of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, Zhang Zhenbiao.
In the end, Dao Lord Peng Ming succumbed, obediently manipulating the remaining power of the earth fire, pulling the strength of the array, and rebuilding Sanhuo City.
He still wanted to live.
Han Muye said that if he obediently listened, there might be a glimmer of hope.
To a grand sect like the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, as long as they were useful, they could live.
The experts from various factions in Sanhuo City quickly gathered together, using their magical techniques to excavate the earth fire and restore the refining furnaces.
If Sanhuo City lost its refining furnaces, it would lose its vitality.
All of this didn’t require Han Muye’s intervention.
He simply returned to the already dilapidated inn to rest and cultivate.
The battle above the bluestone square had given him inspiration on combining his swordsmanship with his qi and blood power.
However, his greatest gain was the breakthrough in his soul cultivation technique.
With the intimidating power of swordsmanship, he stirred the minds of countless cultivators.
This imperceptible power converged into a river, being drawn and infused into his body like how immortal cultivation absorbed celestial energy, imbuing his being.
For the past few days, Han Muye secluded himself in the inn, surrounded not only by the immortal energy he drew, but also by strands of faint golden spiritual power, or rather, the power of belief.
This power had a similar effect to the power of incense from the mortal world, which could be directly assimilated into the divine repository, then condensed into spiritual power.
Han Muye secluded himself in the city, and rumors about him spread throughout the entire city.
These rumors that stirred the minds became nourishment for his spiritual cultivation.
The significance of harvesting these spiritual powers was even greater to him than the phoenix nirvana bead.
The fiery red bead was a phoenix nirvana bead containing the power of the phoenix’s divine soul.
The function of this bead was to absorb various flames’ power, gradually grow, gather a trace of phoenix metamorphosis, and become an opportunity to transform into the divine bird, the phoenix.
The divine bird, the phoenix, possessed the power of immortality and was known as an immortal existence in the world.
After being killed, its divine soul would transform into a phoenix nirvana bead, absorbing the power of flames, giving it a chance to be reborn.
To increase the chances and speed of rebirth, the phoenix would transform the phoenix nirvana bead into dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of beads.
These phoenix nirvana beads contained the power of rebirth, the power of immortality, and the power of the phoenix’s lineage.
Of course, only those with phoenix bloodline could unleash their power.
At this moment, even though the bead in Han Muye’s hand contained immense power, he couldn’t exert even a bit of it.
He could only either watch it or treat it as an ordinary fire vein treasure bead for forging magical artifacts.
Han Muye had no shortage of magical artifacts in his hands, so he naturally wouldn’t use this precious item for forging.
After investigating the phoenix nirvana bead, he made his spiritual cultivation the priority.
By the time he emerged from seclusion, his spiritual power had reached a new level.
“Young master, Zhang Zhenbiao, the steward-in-command, personally came and said that when you emerged from seclusion, he would like you to pay him a visit.” Du Sanzhen stood guard outside Han Muye’s meditation room and, upon seeing Han Muye come out, bowed respectfully.
Han Muye nodded and walked out of the inn.
In the end, it was a city of cultivation. In just a few days, the signs of battle had become scarce, and even the buildings had been repaired and looked brand new.
Even the bluestone square, where the battle was the fiercest and the damage the most severe, had been restored to its original state.
Of course, the depleted earth fire would probably never recover.
“Brother Han.” Han Muye arrived at the headquarters of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect where Zhang Zhenbiao was already waiting at the gate, bowing with clasped hands.
If Han Muye hadn’t taken action, he would undoubtedly be dead.
This act of saving his life deserved a bow of gratitude..
Furthermore, Han Muye had demonstrated his combat strength and the inheritance techniques of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect. As long as he didn’t die, he would undoubtedly become an elite of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.
This bow represented a developing relationship.
Regarding Han Muye’s identity, Zhang Zhenbiao had already learned the details from Zhao Chen and Du Sanzhen over the past few days.