521 A Runic Soldier! (1/2)

Wang Baole might have ironclad control over himself. However, the sight of the corpse and its identity token still sent Wang Baole shaking. His breathing quickened. He had no time to think, as a sudden intense sense of danger erupted near him.

Wang Baole retreated almost as soon as he sensed danger, but he had been caught by surprise by the appearance of the identity token and had been one step too slow. That delayed his retreat. This complicated his original plan to leave the area with minimal injury.

The black light approached instantly, thundering, and collided with the tri-colored flying sword. The sword buzzed as if hit by a sudden immense force. As it shook, the single strand of black light split into ten strands suddenly. They criss-crossed and headed towards Wang Baole from different directions. They seemed intent on slicing him into multiple pieces.

With danger looming over him, Wang Baole roared and pressed his hands together in a series of hand seals. The tri-colored flying sword and the ribbon erupted into brilliant light. His Dharmic Armaments unleashed their power simultaneously. The Dark Core inside Wang Baole's body unleashed a vast Dark Fire that surged outwards, and he unleashed the full power of his Lightning Immortal Transformation as well. Blood Qi rose to the skies as his physical body supported the release of all that power. Finally, he managed to dash out of the hexed area before the ten strands of black light converged and sliced him into pieces!

Despite his escape, the backlash from fighting against the black light still erupted inside his body after he had left. Blood spilled from Wang Baole's lips. His internal organs really did hurt this time.

The pain would have made someone else lose consciousness immediately. However, Wang Baole was a vicious character, and he was especially vicious towards himself. He bore the pain and didn't stop after he dashed out. He sped up and raced, as fast as he was capable of, towards the distance, a rainbow that thundered in the sky.

He knew that even though he had ensured that there was no one else in the area, it wasn't safe for him to remain in the dangerous sword body now. The best option he had was to do whatever he could to race out of the sword body as quickly as possible and return to the region of the sword handle!

He unleashed his full speed and didn't stop. The defensive barrier separating the sword body and the sword handle was only ten miles ahead, and no mist obstructed his vision or his way. Wang Baole was like a long arc that shot through the air speedily. He approached the defensive barrier, then, in the next instant… dashed out!

As soon as he emerged on the other side, Wang Baole spat out another mouthful of blood. He could sense the considerably cooler temperatures. It was a soothing sensation. It felt as if he had stepped out of summer and straight into autumn.

Of course, that was on a comparative scale. The temperature on the sword handle was still high. Compared to the sword body though, it seemed almost as cool as autumn.

Wang Baole's mood improved slightly with the relatively cooler temperature. He didn't slow down and raced off. During the entire journey, he kept a watch on his surroundings. After ensuring that no one was coming after him or trying to ambush him, he finally released a breath of relief. His injuries were relatively serious, so he found a deserted island, built a simple cave abode, then entered and sat down immediately, cross-legged. After pulling out and swallowing a few pills, he began his meditation.

Seven days passed. When Wang Baole opened his eyes again, a flicker of light flashed through them. Most of his injuries were almost fully healed. He was on his way to a full recovery.

The hex is too powerful… I was lucky that it had loopholes. Without the loopholes… if I wanted to go in and grab anything, I'd have to sacrifice all of my Dharmic treasures. I'd make a loss. Wang Baole thought back to the hex on the mountain peak and shivered. Then, he grew excited over his gains. He pulled them out hastily for inspection.

He left immediately after obtaining the storage bags. Then, when he arrived on this island, he had begun his healing instantly. He hadn't had the opportunity to look at what he had managed to retrieve. He pulled them out one by one and counted them. His eyes began to shine brightly.

I've got thirty-nine storage bags! He thought excitedly. He felt as if he had struck the lottery. His gaze swept across the storage bags with anticipation, and he picked one up and extended his spiritual senses. His eyes flashed. He flipped his hand over, and a gray identity token the size of his palm appeared in his hand.

It was cool to the touch and seemed to be made of a material that was cooling in nature. Waves of suppressive force oozed from it. It was clear that this was no ordinary item. A name was written on the front, and there were two characters written on the back as well.

Wang Baole was no stranger to the written language used in the Vast Expanse Dao Palace. In fact, the written language was commonly and prevalently used in the Federation. No one revealed that this had come from the Vast Expanse Dao Palace, however.

Many cultivation techniques in the Federation had originated from fragments of the ancient sword, after all. Besides, they had Mo Gaozi. That was why Wang Baole didn't have any problems reading the writing. It was a foreign language that every cultivator had to learn and master.

”Sun Yan, outer sect!” Wang Baole held the identity token in his hand and read the characters on both sides of the token.

Gray, red, purple, black. The colors correspond to identity tokens belonging to outer sect disciples, inner sect disciples, core disciples, and elders, respectively. However, no similar color regulations govern the colors of the Grand Supreme Elder's identity token… Wang Baole recalled the mission brief explaining the different tiers of identity tokens. He was certain that the identity token he held in his hand now was one that belonged to an outer sect disciple and that was worth one hundred battle credits.

Wang Baole set the identity token aside and continued rummaging through the storage bag. There weren't many items inside, and most of them were damaged. There weren't many pills either. It was clear that Sun Yan wasn't a particularly rich outer sect disciple.