67: Chapter 67 Isn't this still considered evil cultivation?

" Senior Wang! " A Loose Cultivator suddenly shouted from the crowd, " When the thunder clouds first appeared just now, this Junior seemed to see Fairy Qingyan flying in that direction. "

He raised his hand and pointed to the southeast, precisely the direction Ning Chuan had fled.

Wang Yaozu's expression changed drastically.

Wang Shouren turned his head abruptly, his gaze locking onto the Loose Cultivator's face like lightning.

Wang Chongyang had already stepped onto his Flying Sword and risen into the air, his grey robes fluttering loudly. His voice was as resonant as a bell, shaking the pine needles down in a rustling cascade: " Who dares to kill the children of the Wang family! "

Just as his escape light rose into mid-air, a streak of crimson-gold lightning flashed past his side, so fast it left only a blur.

The lightning did not rise into the sky, but instead skimmed swiftly across the ground. Wherever it passed, the vegetation was pressed flat by the thunder aura, and the rocks cracked and snapped under the electricity arcs. A scorched mark a hundred zhang long extended from the edge of the martial arts arena all the way to the end of the field of vision, while that streak of lightning had long since vanished among the mountains.

Elder Hua's pupils contracted slightly.

He was in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and his eyesight far surpassed everyone present. At the instant that streak of lightning flashed past, he saw it clearly: every time Wang Shouren's feet tapped lightly against the ground, his figure blinked dozens of zhang forward. It was neither sword control nor an escape art, but purely the extreme speed of driving the Physical Body through thunder magic.

With such speed, even someone in the Early Stage Foundation Establishment might not be able to catch up using a Flying Sword, yet he was merely in the Qi Refinement Stage, and his Cultivation was only at the eighth layer of Qi Refining.

Elder Hua's mouth twitched slightly.

He had lived for two hundred years and had seen quite a few Prodigies, but this was his first time seeing someone in the Qi Refinement Stage whose speed could rival that of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

When such a person stood right before you, unable to be recruited and unable to be killed on the spot, the best method was simply to stop looking, for the more you watched, the more blocked your heart would feel.

Hua Shaoyang leaned closer and lowered his voice, saying, " Elder, should we follow and take a look? "

" Unnecessary. " Elder Hua withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, " If the Wang family cannot save her, then if that female Cultivator dies, she dies. There are plenty of female Cultivators in the Sect prettier than her. "

Hua Shaoyang opened his mouth. He originally wanted to say that he had not yet tasted Wang Qingyan's icy temperament and his heart was itching terribly.

Elder Hua seemed to see through his thoughts and added another sentence, " If she is saved, with me here, would the Wang family dare to disobey the wager? What are you anxious about? "

Hua Shaoyang was stunned, then beaming with joy, he snapped his folding fan open, smiling triumphantly.

" Elder is right. Let them go save her; once she is saved, they will still have to obediently offer her to this Young Master. No matter how you look at it, this Young Master profits from this deal. "

Deep within the dense forests of the barren mountains, in a secluded valley.

Several dilapidated farmhouses were scattered crookedly across the valley floor. The fences had collapsed, the wooden doors were half-ajar, and the fire in the stove had long since gone out.

Five corpses lay sprawled across the farmland ridges and doorways, including an old farmer, a woman, and a half-grown child. Their skin clung tightly to their bones, their eye sockets were deeply sunken like hollows, and their faces retained the fear and pain from right before death.

There were no obvious wounds on their entire bodies, save for an extremely fine bloody hole at each of their necks, as if something had sucked dry all the Qi and blood in their bodies from that very spot.

Wang Qingyan lay at the edge of a pool of blood.

Her Flying Sword was broken into two pieces, scattered not far from her hand.

Her plain white martial attire was soaked through with fresh blood, and at the Dantian position there was shockingly a fist-sized bloody hole with jagged edges.

Ning Chuan had seemed like a completely different person just now, actually condensing blood into a sword and forcibly piercing through her Dantian.

Spiritual Qi was continuously dissipating from that bloody hole, transforming into pale cyan light specks that vanished into the air.

To a Cultivator, having their Dantian destroyed was even more cruel than death.

With their Cultivation entirely abolished and Spiritual Root completely destroyed, there was no longer any possibility of Cultivating in this lifetime.

Ning Chuan slowly opened his eyes.

The final trace of blood Qi drifted from the corpse of the half-grown child into his mouth and nose, and he comfortably exhaled a breath of foul air before standing up.

His red hair was a shade more vibrant than before, shimmering with a bewitching dark red under the sunlight, and his aura was a layer thicker than when he had fled the arena.

" Kill her and leave quickly. "

" This place is too close to Lotus Pier; the Wang family's people could catch up at any moment. "

" In order to conceal your blood Evil Qi for you just now, this old man suffered quite a bit of Divine Soul consumption and has no time to accompany you in your foolishness. "

Ning Chuan did not answer, merely lowering his head to look at Wang Qingyan on the ground.

His gaze slid from her pale face down to her slender neck, and then from her neck down to the faintly discernible collarbone beneath her blood-stained lapels.

He squatted down, stretched out a finger to lift her chin, forcing her to raise her head, as a lewd smile slowly emerged at the corners of his mouth.

" Master, do not be anxious. In these barren mountains and wild ridges, it won't be so easy for them to find us. "

He tilted his head and sized up Wang Qingyan, as if examining a newly acquired plaything.

" Her Dantian is ruined; she cannot even open her Storage Pouch and cannot run away. "

" This Disciple has held back for so long, and it's not easy to finally encounter a living beauty, especially a woman of the Wang family. Look at how Hua Shaoyang stared at her on the arena before; she is most likely still a virgin. "

The voice in his Sea of Consciousness was silent for a moment, then let out a cold hum: " You... fine, fine, finish this quickly. In order to conceal your origins, this old man's Divine Soul suffered too much consumption and requires meditation. "

" Do not create any more complications; clean things up properly. "

Ning Chuan respectfully acknowledged with a " Yes " in his heart, and once again lowered his head to look at Wang Qingyan.

He raised his hand, and an extremely fine strand of blood Evil Qi emerged from his fingertips. With a gentle flick, he snapped the clothing strap on her shoulder.

Wang Qingyan's fingers holding the sword fragment trembled slightly.

Within those eyes that had once been as cold and stern as frost, a very faint layer of moisture finally welled up.

She clenched her teeth, her voice weak yet still carrying a fierce, unyielding ruthlessness: " Kill me, otherwise even if I die, I will not let you go as a ghost. "

" Want to die? " Ning Chuan lowered his head, his gaze sliding from her pale face to the wrist she had gripped until it bled, a few points of playfulness added to his smile, " It won't be that easy. "

He pinched Wang Qingyan's neck and pressed her onto the ground, while his other hand reached towards his own belt.

Wang Qingyan did not close her eyes; she stared straight into those eyes churning with blood light, engraving that face along with the smile at the corners of his mouth deep into her mind.

Her hand quietly clenched tightly around that fragmented piece of the broken sword, waiting for him to lean down. Although her arms could no longer be raised, her wrists could still move.

As long as he drew closer by even a fraction, she would use this fragment to slice across his throat.

" Clang! "

The broken sword flew out.

Ning Chuan glanced disdainfully at the palm-sized fragment on the ground and scoffed.

" You still want to kill me without your Cultivation? Little lady, your temper is quite fierce, but the fiercer you are, the more I like it! Hahahahaha. "

Ning Chuan's psychological perversion exceeded Wang Qingyan's imagination. Having cringed and bowed submissively for years, once he gained power overnight, he became even more vicious than those who used to bully him.

The final shred of hope was also gone, and Wang Qingyan felt deep grief in her heart, " Could it be that today I truly am going to die after enduring every kind of humiliation? "

Looking back at the past, her childhood was spent depending on her parents in a mountain village. At eight years old, she entered the main family of Lotus Pier, and despite having only a Five Spiritual Root talent, she was still valued and took on the role of an Elder sister, caring for a group of younger siblings.

" In the next life, I hope I can still be born into the Wang family. "

Right at this moment, a muffled rumble of thunder came from the horizon.

That thunder grew from distant to near. Ning Chuan's movement of untying his belt paused slightly, and he raised his head to look toward the horizon. For the first time, the playfulness in his smile showed signs of loosening.