I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Chapter 220: Chapter 163: Battle of Life and Death

Translator: 549690339

The distance between the town and White Crane Immortal City was not short, a full twenty miles. It would take Han Yi, flying on his sword at full speed, roughly the time of a small incense stick to cover this distance.

To ordinary people, the time of a small incense stick would be so short as to be almost negligible.

But in the eyes of cultivators, a lot could happen during the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The situation on the battlefield can change in an instant, and just a moment is enough to possibly turn the tides, let alone the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

So, after taking to the skies again, Han Yi didn’t hesitate to consume his Spiritual Sea power and his Sea of Consciousness, Divine Souls, pushing forward at the fastest speed possible.

A streak of light, like a bullet, shot up into the sky and traced a parabolic arc towards White Crane City.

At this crucial moment, he no longer hid himself and only wanted to reach Immortal City as quickly as possible. Once he entered White Crane City, the cultivators of the Blood God Sect would definitely not dare to attack the city, let alone manage it.

Time was of the essence, and when he had crossed ten miles and was only ten miles away from Immortal City, a terrifying sound of explosion came from behind. Han Yi turned around and his eyes widened in shock, his face drastically changing, horror beyond words.

A streak of golden light approached rapidly, its speed more than five times that of Han Yi.

When he turned his head to look, his face changed dramatically, as the golden light was now less than a kilometer away from him.

Quick, too fast.

There’s no time.

As this thought flashed through Han Yi’s mind, his body sank and he flew downwards. Below was a small river, with low hills on one side and abandoned farmland on the other.

If he continued to fly in mid-air, he would be an easy target. Going forward would lead to a dead end, but going down could provide cover using the terrain or river, allowing him to hide and possibly escape.

Faced with two difficult choices, Han Yi opted to descend.

However.

There was a vast difference in speed between him and his opponent.

Just as he landed on the ground, but before he could dive into the river or the low hills, a furious roar, like a thunderous howl, suddenly arrived.

“You killed my son, die!”

A glint of golden light caught Han Yi’s peripheral vision, and in the next instant, the golden light had closed in to within ten meters.

He was all too familiar with this glint of light, as if it belonged to one of his own magical weapons.

Golden Light Shuttle.

However, compared to his own shattered Golden Light Shuttle, this one was larger, faster, and stronger.

It shone with a golden glow, and the aura it gave off was far beyond any other magical weapon he had confronted.

It was a genuine treasure.

As the hairs on the back of Han Yi’s neck stood up in terror, he instinctively swung his sword as a result of the tremendous shock from his spirit.

Black Light Sword flashed past.

Gold and black clashed in an instant.

The terrible power reversed him completely, throwing him violently to the ground. He crashed into the abandoned farmland, leaving a 100-plus meter long gash in the ground. At the end of the gash, Han Yi was coughing up blood, his face filled with horror.

The Black Sword was thrown into the air, passing high over his head and landing a hundred meters behind him. The broken sword was embedded into the farmland, the hilt barely sticking out.

Although the Black Light Sword wasn’t shattered, it was still shaking violently, with more than half of the attached divine consciousness shattered.

There were two reasons for Han Yi’s blood spitting: one was the collision between the Golden Light Shuttle and Black Light Sword; the other was the fact that most of his divine consciousness had been destroyed and his Divine Soul was impacted, unable to suppress the injuries within his body.

Sky-full of spiritual energy went berserk and was wiped out by a piece of clothing sleeve, leaving no trace.

The Golden Light Shuttle reappeared, hovering in front of a cultivator.

This cultivator slowly descended, his gaze meeting Han Yi’s.

He was an ancient-looking cultivator, dressed in a blood-colored robe with fresh, uncoagulated bloodstains on it.

The aura on the cultivator’s body was fully unleashed, with no attempt at concealment. The low hills across the river shed their leaves, while insects in the abandoned farmland were killed by this aura. Ordinary people farther away were trembling and prostrate on the ground, completely motionless.

Han Yi looked into the cultivator’s blood-red eyes and saw a deep-rooted hatred that chilled him to the bone.

“In Tianqing City, my son Yuan Bai was killed, and the Golden Light Shuttle was lost. 1 have searched for more than a decade, interrogated countless cultivators of the Xuandan Sect, and only today have I finally found the enemy.”

There was a tangible murderous intent in Yuan Changtian’s eyes.

A Foundation Establishment Cultivator could live up to 250 years. He had his son at the age of 200, and treasured him greatly, giving him even the precious magical weapon Golden Light Shuttle that he had obtained upon entering the Foundation Establishment stage.

But he never expected that in a simple mission, his son would be killed by members of the Xuandan Sect. His son’s Soul Tablet within the Blood God Sect shattered that night, and by the time he arrived at Tianqing City, he could only find a charred corpse left by an Explosion Symbol.

Ever since then, he had been searching for the person who killed his son, intent on exacting revenge.

After more than a decade, this time would be his last attack on the cultivators of the Xuandan Sect. His original plan was to head to Dayong after this time, and as for this blood feud, if he couldn’t find the enemy, he had no choice but to give up.

But he didn’t expect to find a clue this time.

In the village provided by Lu Zhi, he found fragments of the Golden Light Shuttle. Having used this magical weapon for more than thirty years in the early stages of his Foundation Building, he was more than familiar with it. Even if it was broken, he could still catch a wisp of its familiar aura and never mistake it.

Having found the lost Golden Light Shuttle, the person who killed his son was undoubtedly Han Yi.

A few dozen meters away, Han Yi struggled to get up, his face changing dramatically, his pupils shrinking slightly..

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