115: Chapter 115 Cambridge, Drifting Away with the Wind

Silence filled the surroundings.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Mo Zixing stood there leisurely, no longer launching Flying Swords.

He just watched Sect Master Kang Qiao.

A faint smile played on his face.

"You think such a little trick can scare me?"

Sect Master Kang Qiao sneered, her eyes full of disdain.

She didn't believe this kid could stir up any waves.

If a Cultivator at the Crystallization Stage could defeat one at the Golden Core Stage...

Then the world of Yongning Province would be turned upside down.

"Hmph, die."

A massive amount of spiritual energy gathered in Sect Master Kang Qiao's palm.

Carrying an incredibly powerful momentum.

She slammed it down ruthlessly toward Mo Zixing's head.

If hit by this palm strike...

Not just a Crystallization Stage Cultivator, even a Golden Core Cultivator of a similar level would have their soul and body obliterated.

But despite it being a certain-kill strike...

An extremely ominous premonition suddenly and inexplicably surfaced in Sect Master Kang Qiao's heart.

Something bad was about to happen.

Or, it had already happened.

Yet her hand slammed down without any obstruction.

No accidents occurred.

Sect Master Kang Qiao breathed a secret sigh of relief.

But then, a sudden change occurred.

After the palm strike landed.

The person in front of her wasn't crushed into a pulp as she expected.

Instead, it was her own palm.

It actually began to turn into a pile of gray-white powder at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This!"

She had never seen such a technique; she looked at Mo Zixing in terror, her face filled with disbelief:

"What did you do!"

She immediately circulated all her spiritual energy to resist.

But that eerie power was simply unstoppable.

The spiritual energy she sent over had no reaction, vanishing as if it had been swallowed:

"Impossible, what on earth did you do!"

"Nothing is impossible."

Mo Zixing shrugged, his tone indifferent:

"I only need to snap my fingers to send you on your way ahead of time."

"Goodbye, Sect Master of the Qingyun Sect."

"In your next life, remember not to underestimate any Cultivator."

He just gave a gentle puff of air.

Sect Master Kang Qiao's body disintegrated instantly.

Turning into a cloud of gray-white dust.

Dissipating into the air.

Leaving not a single trace behind.

Having defeated a powerful enemy.

Mo Zixing also let out a long sigh of relief.

After all, Sect Master Kang Qiao was a Golden Core Cultivator; the pressure just now was quite intense.

It was also thanks to his instant-kill mechanic; otherwise, things would have been difficult today.

He brought up his System interface.

On the interface.

The originally bright red [Sudden Killing Intent] trait slowly dimmed.

Mo Zixing closed the interface and glanced again at the spot where Sect Master Kang Qiao had dissipated.

There was nothing.

He sighed.

This move was strong, but the only drawback was that it cleaned up too thoroughly.

Not even a decent Magical Artifact was left behind.

As a Golden Core Ninth Level Cultivator and the Sect Master of the Qingyun Sect...

If he had defeated her normally, she should have dropped a few useful weapons or Magic Treasures at the very least.

He scanned the surroundings once more.

The remaining Qingyun Sect Disciples in the hall had mostly been dealt with by his Flying Swords.

Only one guy at the Crystallization Early Stage was still slumped on the ground.

Covered in blood.

One arm was broken, hanging limply to the side.

He had seen with his own eyes his Sect Master...

That arrogant Golden Core Ninth Level powerhouse...

Killed by this young man using a bizarre technique he had never seen before.

Not even a speck was left.

Fear overwhelmed him.

Even the Sect Master was dead.

How could he possibly win?

"Mercy, mercy!"

He crawled and knelt on the ground, kowtowing incessantly to Mo Zixing:

"I didn't see anything, I won't say a word!"

"Please spare my life! If you have any message for the Qingyun Sect, I will definitely deliver it for you!"

"Oh, you say you won't say a word?"

Mo Zixing walked slowly up to him, looking down from above:

"Then let me ask you, did I come here today?"

"You didn't, you definitely didn't!"

The Disciple shook his head hurriedly, racking his brains for what to say to satisfy this fiend:

"No one came here today!"

"It... it was the wood marrow lotus that suddenly went berserk!"

"The Sect Master and all the Senior and Junior Brothers were swallowed by the wood marrow lotus!"

"Exactly."

Mo Zixing smiled kindly upon hearing this:

"No one came today. All the Qingyun Sect Disciples present were swallowed by the wood marrow lotus."

As his voice fell.

A flash of sword light passed.

The Disciple's head rolled to the floor, his face still etched with the desire to live.

Mo Zixing withdrew his Flying Sword expressionlessly.

Killing a bunch and letting one go.

Why would anyone do such a stupid thing?

To cut the grass, one must remove the roots.

He stood in the center of the hall, waiting quietly.

Sect Master Kang Qiao was dead.

The threat from the Qingyun Sect was mostly resolved.

Once he got the wood marrow lotus, he could leave the Secret Realm immediately.

If Sect Master Bai Ruotong knew Sect Master Kang Qiao was dead, she would probably be very happy.

Thinking of this, Mo Zixing turned to look at the corpses of the Qingyun Sect Disciples.

Like the ones in the secret passage, the corpses on the ground began to slowly squirm and melt without warning.

All of them turned into dark green fluid, slowly seeping into the ground.

Where the fluid flowed, small black flowers actually began to grow.

Mo Zixing looked up.

He looked at the wood marrow lotus on the chest of the stone statue.

Having absorbed the life force of so many Cultivators, the bud of the wood marrow lotus had become even more plump.

It emitted an eerie dark green light.

Like a heart, it began to contract and expand rhythmically.

With every beat, a visible ripple of life force spread out.

The air in the entire hall became viscous.

Even more bizarrely, the black roots wrapped around the stone statue began to twist slowly.

Their tips all began to creep toward Mo Zixing's direction.

Mo Zixing narrowed his eyes.

It seemed the intelligence of this wood marrow lotus was much higher than he had imagined.

The black roots twisted, tightening until the stone statue let out a series of cracking sounds.

Countless stone chips fell from the statue.

The crack at the top of the bud grew larger, and the red light shining from within became brighter.

"It's about to bloom."

Mo Zixing raised his hand slightly, condensing two Flying Swords by his side.

He stared intently at the massive bud.

Puff.

A soft sound.

The first petal of the outermost layer of the bud slowly unfurled.

Then the second.

The third...

The dark green petals unfolded layer by layer.

On every petal, faint patterns of life force flowed.

One by one.

Until finally, its last petal also fully bloomed.

The entire wood marrow lotus reached a diameter of over ten feet.

In the center of the pale yellow stamens lay a milky white lotus seed the size of a human head.

At the same time.

That cloying yet bloody scent instantly filled the entire hall.

Inhaling a breath of the fragrance, Mo Zixing felt the spiritual energy in his body boil involuntarily.

His cultivation Realm actually showed signs of slowly increasing.

This must be it.

Mo Zixing's eyes grew fervent.

If just smelling the fragrance had such an effect, what would happen if he actually consumed it?

Just then.

The wood marrow lotus suddenly began to move.

All the black roots rose simultaneously and stabbed ruthlessly toward him!

Mo Zixing was prepared.

He leaped up.

Circulating his movement technique, he quickly dodged the attack.

The attacking roots of the wood marrow lotus pierced the ground.

The force was so great...

That cracks were torn through the stone tiles.

This power...

Was at least at the Golden Core Early Stage level.

As he repeatedly dodged.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse.

The milky white lotus seed in the center of the wood marrow lotus's stamens actually slowly split open a crack.

Revealing a red vertical pupil.

It seemed to be watching him.