Chapter 68: The Power of a Spirit Weapon (1/2)

Qin Yu saw how shocked Qing Yun was and he smiled in a cool manner. “If I hadn’t killed him, how could the Demonic Blood Devouring Sword be in my hands? However, it’s power may be much weaker than before.”

The demonic spirit of the Demonic Blood Devouring Sword was destroyed and it became a normal spirit weapon. Nonetheless, it was still ten times better than normal weapons.

“Huff.” Qing Yun took a deep breath to calm herself down and looked at Qin Yu strangely—as if she was looking at a monster. “Just how strong are you?”

“Erm, that is hard to say. Just know that I can deal with a couple of Hunters with ease.” Qin Yu said confidently.

“Okay, we will collaborate.” Qing Yun nodded and agreed. With the Demonic Blood Devouring Sword, they would have a chance against the Hunters.

“Smart choice.” Qin Yu grinned as he kept the Demonic Blood Devouring Sword into his ring. He turned towards Mu Rongyue. “Xiao Yue, do you know how many competitors entered the Illusory Battlefield?”

Mu Rongyue kept silent and thought for a while. “I’m not sure about the exact figures but there should be an estimated four to five thousand people.”

Qing Yun was surprised by the number and could not help but interrupt. “So many?”

“Of course. This is the most conservative estimate.” Mu Rongyue spoke firmly. “There are more than a hundred cities within Qiongxi Country. Every city chooses about ten to a hundred elites. Small cities like Luosang City will choose about a dozen people while larger cities like the Capital will choose around three hundred competitors.”

“If we were to calculate it like this, there are only about a thousand people left in the Illusory Battlefield. There may be even fewer.” Qin Yu sighed.

Mu Rongyue’s facial expression and tone changed immediately. “Brother, what did you just say? Only about a thousand left? How could it be? It hasn’t even been a month, how…”

She entered the Illusory Battlefield to stop the scheme of the Hunters. Now that thousands had died, there was nothing which she could do.

“He’s speaking the truth.” A few days ago, three hundred of the strongest elites entered the Tower during the fight for a Spirit Weapon. Every one of them killed at least ten people. With this, before we entered the Tower, at least three thousand people died and only a few of us among the three hundred elites had managed to escape. The rest of them are all dead.

Qing Yun’s tone was rather solemn. In that battle, thousands of young heroes lost their lives within a single day. It was so cruel that their hairs stood on end.

“Plop.” Mu Rongyue staggered and fell on the floor, her face as white as a sheet.

“Miss!” Ruo Feng shouted as he rushed up to her. However, Qin Yu was a step early and was helping her up already.

“Xiao Yue, are you fine?” Qin Yu asked worriedly.

Mu Rongyue looked very sick. She leaned on Qin Yu’s shoulder and spoke in a trembling voice. “Does it mean that Qiongxi Country is doomed?”

Qing Yun saw how Mu Rongyue behaved and felt puzzled. This lady was too concerned with the fate of the nation. Why would she be so worried about whether Qiongxi Country was doomed or not? However, Qing Yun was still unaware of Mu Rongyue’s true identity.

As the Princess of the country, it was natural for her to be concerned with the nations affairs.

The death of thousands of elites was a huge loss to Qiongxi Country. This would cause a drop in strength between the generations of cultivators. Their world prioritizes cultivation and a lack of talented cultivators would deal a great blow to the country’s capabilities. The strength of the country might decline. Qiongxi Country had been declining for many years and at this rate, the country would be doomed.

“Xiao Yue, whatever happened is irreversible. Don’t be too upset—what we need to do now is to protect the remaining people.” Qin Yu comforted her.

In reality, he did not have much interest in protecting these people. If it was not for Mu Rongyue, he would never bother himself with it. The path of cultivation was always cruel. Since they had chosen this path, they would have to depend on their own abilities and their destiny. No one could protect them forever. Furthermore, many of them had a greedy nature. If it were not for their greed, how would thousands of them die in the battle at the Tower?

“Brother, what do we do now?” Mu Rongyue stabilized herself and asked Qin Yu. A firm and sharp glint shone from her eyes, displaying a trace of anger.

She agreed with Qin Yu. In this situation, moping around in sadness would be of no help. It was crucial for them to protect the remaining talented youths. She had a different stand from the others—she had to protect the last hope of Qiongxi.

“It’s simple. The four of us will fight the Hunters together. We could lure them to fight us and attract all of their attention. They would then be incapable of attacking the others. Furthermore, with every Hunter we kill, we decrease their threat to the others.” Qin Yu’s plan was indeed simple but dangerous.

Qing Yun had realised the danger in this immediately. “If we do this, our enemies will spot us once we take action. Once all of them surround us and focus on attacking us, we won’t be able to hold out for long.”

A smile surfaced on Qin Yu’s face as he looked at Qing Yun. “Are you scared?”

Qing Yun was stunned—obviously she couldn’t say that she was scared. “What’s…what’s there to be afraid of?”

“That’s great. It’s only fun when there’s more people. Hehe.” Qin Yu laughed sinisterly.

“Fun? What a madman.” Qing Yun was speechless.

……

At this point in time, two Hunters arrived outside the mountain cave where Qin Yu and his companions were located in.

“Hey brother, where do you think the fellow called Qin Yu is hiding at? Why can’t we find him? Has he fled the Illusory Battlefield already?” One of them spoke in a depressed manner.