Chapter 367 - Chapter 367: 367 Purple Lightning Golden Cicada (1/2)
Chapter 367: 367 Purple Lightning Golden Cicada
When Gu Yang appeared in the Land of Water and Moon, he sensed a subtle change in his Original Spirit.
“Is this a curse?”
Only at this moment did he realize that someone had tampered with his Original Spirit.
It should have occurred after he killed the Nascent Soul of the Ancient River Sword Sect, unknowingly inheriting something similar to a curse.
This was a peculiar power. Normally, he could not detect any abnormalities, it was formless and insubstantial, causing him no negative effects.
Only upon stepping foot on the land of the Land of Water and Moon, did a subtle reaction occur.
As for its function, it was probably for locational identification.
It was as if someone had installed a locational system in his Original Spirit.
“It’s a bit like the power of that one from Chiming Sky, almost Dao-like.”
He researched for a while but found that he could not get rid of this thing.
“What’s wrong?”
Ye Lingbo, who was by his side, sensed that something was amiss with him and asked.
He replied, “I’ve been discovered. We should split up. You go and find Senior Wen first.”
“Alright.”
Ye Lingbo wasted no time. She had complete confidence in Gu Yang’s strength. After speaking, she transformed into a flying rainbow, quickly disappearing from sight.
Gu Yang turned towards another direction and flew away. That direction led to the deadly Sky Ruins of the legendary Land of Water and Moon.
There lay the corpse of a Candle Dragon. His main reason for coming to the Land of Water and Moon was for it.
From a single corpse, he could extract a considerable amount of Essence Blood.
After extracting the Essence Blood, he could use it for recharging. It was a case of killing two birds with one stone.
After flying for about an hour, Gu Yang entered a vast mountain range. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look in a certain direction, and said, “Is it him?”
…
“Boy, hand over the goods!”
An angry voice, like a thunderclap, echoed across the entire world.
It came from a man in a black robe, surrounded by ghost fires, emitting an overwhelming malicious aura. He was clearly a villain, and a Nascent Soul wielder at that.
Ahead, a white Sword Light was making a desperate attempt to escape.
“Good lord, this old devil is terrifying when he goes berserk,” exclaimed a frightened voice.
Inside the Sword Light was a young man, pale-faced but with extremely lively eyes. He was only at the Golden Core Cultivation Level, but his Sword Light was grand and proper, a result of orthodox Cultivation practices.
His Flying Sword was extraordinary, extremely fast. For a while, the Nascent Soul wielder behind him couldn’t catch up.
“You dare to snatch something from me – have you grown tired of living?”
The man in the black robe roared, completely losing the demeanor of a Nascent Soul wielder. Evidently, he was tremendously angered.
“You can’t escape. Once I catch you, I’ll grind your bones to dust, extract your Original Spirit to burn in the ghost fire. I’ll make sure you die painfully…”
He cursed and swore as he chased.
This man was called Youming Laozu, a leading figure of the Demonic Path and a late stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
In the entire Land of Water and Moon, there were only three late stage Nascent Soul cultivators from the Demonic Path. Each of them was powerful enough to cause tremors in the cultivation world.
Although the young Golden Core cultivator relied on his Sword Light escape technique to move slightly faster than Youming Laozu, the gap in their cultivation was too big. Once his mana was exhausted, it was inevitable that he would be caught.
Suddenly, he shrieked, “Master, stop fooling around! If you don’t show up soon, I’m done for…”
Were there accomplices?
Youming Laozu was at the verge of a heart attack from his anger. That item was something he had planned for two hundred years, enduring countless hardships to obtain. He was just about to get hold of it when someone stole it right under his nose at the final moment.
One can well imagine his fury.
He wanted to see who was daring enough to have this yellow-faced kid defy him.
Today, whoever showed up would regret being born in this world.
Even if it was the disciples of those big Sects, he would still show no mercy.
Throughout his life, whenever he was faced with the disciples of several big Sects, he always gave way and never confronted them.
These sects had no decorum at all. If one attacked their juniors, seniors would come to retaliate. If a practitioner at the Foundation Establishment stage couldn’t take care of it, a Golden Core adept would step in; if a Golden Core adept couldn’t handle it, a Nascent Soul adept would step in. If one adept wasn’t enough, two would step in, and if two adepts weren’t enough, the whole Sect would rally to fight.
They were utterly shameless.
Several leading figures from the Demonic Path had met their end in the hands of these so-called reputable Sects because they could not get their tempers in check.
Youming Laozu had learned his lesson; he was extremely cautious in conducting his affairs and never provoked these respected Sects.
But this time it was different.
That item was the key for his breakthrough to the Spirit Transformation stage.
His life span was running out. This might very well be his last chance. If he missed it, he would only be waiting to die.
He could compromise previously, but this time, he wouldn’t give in.
Even if it meant making enemies of these reputable sects, he was not afraid.
Just then, a figure appeared not far away. He did not use any Magic Treasure and relied solely on his mana to ride the wind.
Suspicious!
Upon seeing this unusual sight, Youming Laozu couldn’t help but raise his guard.