45: Chapter 45 With Twin Swords in Hand, the Pact at Demon Valley

"Unreasonable!"

You were so angry you almost flipped the table on the spot.

Only increasing the bid by ten thousand; this was clearly telling you that he had you figured out and was just toying with you.

This feeling of being slapped in the face with money was truly unpleasant.

"Fellow Daoist, will you increase your bid?" the host on the high platform asked with a smile.

Increase? Increase my ass! My pockets are cleaner than my face!

You took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in your heart.

A gentleman takes his revenge, even ten years is not too late. When I get rich in the future, I will definitely bury you alive with Spirit Stones.

"No more increasing," you squeezed the three words out from between your teeth.

In the end, that piece of geng metal from beyond the heavens was successfully auctioned off by that poser next door for the sky-high price of six hundred and twenty thousand.

You sat in the private room, your face so gloomy it seemed like water could drip from it.

You went through all that trouble for nothing; it was all in vain.

"Damn it, a bad start."

You were depressed to the extreme.

After the auction ended, you didn't linger and left Heavenly Star City directly.

However, not long after you left the city, you felt several malicious Divine Senses locking onto you from behind.

"Heh, there really are people who don't fear death."

A flash of cold, sharp killing intent flickered in your eyes.

Just as well, I have a belly full of fire with nowhere to vent; I'll use you all to practice.

You intentionally flew toward a remote rocky forest outside the city.

Those Divine Senses, as expected, followed.

You stopped in the rocky forest, turned around, and looked coldly behind you.

Three figures descended from the sky, surrounding you.

The leader was a burly man with a face full of flesh, at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage. The other two were also at the Middle Foundation Establishment Stage.

"Kid, you were pretty arrogant at the auction, daring to occupy a private room all by yourself," the burly man said with a sinister grin. "If you're smart, hand over your Storage Pouch, and we might leave your corpse intact."

They clearly mistook you for a fat sheep from some big Family out to gain experience.

You looked at them and suddenly laughed.

"I was quite angry, but now that I see you, I feel much better."

"What do you mean?" The burly man frowned.

"It means, thank you for coming all this way to deliver Spirit Stones to me."

Before you finished speaking, the wutu sword flew out instantly!

A heavy, incomparably thick earthy-yellow sword light, like a collapsing mountain, carrying an unstoppable Aura, pressed down upon the leader's head!

The burly man's face changed drastically. He never imagined that this 'fat sheep' who looked like he was only in the Middle Foundation Establishment Stage would dare to strike first, and with such a terrifying killing move!

In his haste, he raised a shield Magic Treasure to try and defend.

However, his shield was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the wutu sword.

"Boom!"

A loud noise.

The shield, along with his entire body, was forcefully pressed into a puddle of meat paste by that sword light.

The remaining two Middle Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators, seeing this scene, were scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, and turned to run.

But how could you give them a chance?

With a thought, the wutu sword traced an arcane trajectory in the air, splitting from one into two, and chased down the two men respectively.

"Puchi! Puchi!"

Two fine heads flew into the sky.

After dealing with these three blind fools, you proficiently stepped forward and collected all their Storage Pouches.

Scanning with your Divine Sense, you were amused.

"Heh, they're quite wealthy. Added together, there's about seventy or eighty thousand Spirit Stones. Not bad, not bad, better than nothing."

Although you didn't win the geng metal from beyond the heavens, you picked up so many Spirit Stones for free that the depression in your heart dissipated quite a bit.

You cleaned up the traces at the scene and prepared to return to the Sect.

However, just as you were about to leave, a cold voice suddenly sounded behind you.

"Good skills."

You were startled and turned around abruptly.

You saw a young man in black standing on a giant rock not far away, though you didn't know when he had appeared.

He was holding a sword in his arms with a cold expression; he was exactly the guy who had snatched your geng metal from beyond the heavens at the auction!

Your pupils constricted, and the mana in your body instantly circulated to its limit.

When did this guy come? You didn't even notice at all!

His strength is definitely above yours!

"What do you want?" you asked in a cold voice, the wutu sword in your hand already pointing at him from afar.

The young man in black didn't answer your question but took out the jade box containing the geng metal from beyond the heavens from his embrace and tossed it over casually.

"Catch."

You caught the jade box subconsciously, with a look of confusion.

"You... what is the meaning of this?"

"This thing is yours now," the black-clothed youth said indifferently.

"Why?" You were even more confused.

A treasure bought for over six hundred thousand, and he just gives it away? Is this guy crazy?

"Because I felt the Aura of a kindred spirit from you." A scorching Battle Intent ignited in the black-clothed youth's eyes. "The Aura of a pure Sword Cultivator."

"My name is Jian Yi. I recently wiped out a group of Bandit Cultivators and got a windfall. My lifelong pursuit is to challenge all powerful Sword Cultivators in the world."

"Just now at the auction, I could feel that you were determined to get this piece of Geng Metal. There is only one possibility that could make you so eager—like me, you are Cultivating a supreme sword classic that requires special divine metal to forge a life-bound Flying Sword."

"I spent money to win it not to humiliate you, but to see your capacity and your determination."

"Now, I have seen it. The sword you used to kill just now was very pure, very decisive. You are qualified to be my opponent."

"Let this piece of geng metal from beyond the heavens be a... meeting gift for my future opponent."

"Three years later, right here. I hope to see you bring the sword forged from it to fight me."

After speaking, he didn't wait for your answer; his figure flashed, turning into a heaven-shocking sword rainbow that disappeared into the horizon.

Holding the jade box in your hand, you stood there blankly, unable to come back to your senses for a long time.

"Holy crap... this... this is actually a thing?"

You felt your brain wasn't quite working.

How can there be such a person in this world? Spending over six hundred thousand just to find an opponent for himself?

"A madman, truly a complete sword-madman."

You shook your head, opened the jade box, and looked at the divine metal inside that was emitting a bone-chilling cold, a look of ecstatic joy appearing on your face.

"But... I like it!"

Without the slightest hesitation, you immediately returned to the Azure Cloud Sect and announced you were going into seclusion again.

This time, your goal was to refine your second life-bound Flying Sword, the 'Geng Metal Sword'!

Age 48: You successfully refined the second life-bound Flying Sword, the 'Geng Metal Sword', and your strength surged again. With two swords in hand, your combat power is now enough to walk sideways among Early Stage Core Formation Cultivator.

Age 49: You came out of seclusion and went to the rocky forest as agreed to duel with Jian Yi. That battle was world-shaking, obscuring the sun and moon. You fought from day to night, from the ground to the sky, for three full days and nights. In the end, you won by half a move with a slight advantage.

Although Jian Yi lost, he laughed incomparably heartily. He considered you a kindred spirit and agreed to fight again after reaching Core Formation.

Age 50 to 60: During these ten years, you traveled with Jian Yi, wandering the world, exploring ancient ruins, challenging various experts, and searching for the remaining three divine materials.

Your life became incomparably brilliant.

You once beheaded three flood Dragons on the coast of the East Sea and found the legendary 'Profound Nether Heavy Water' in its nest.

You once dueled a Great Sage of the Yao Race in the Hundred Thousand Mountains of the Southern Border, and finally, relying on the newly acquired purple trait [Nemesis of Foreign Races], you narrowly won and exchanged for half a piece of 'ten thousand year soul nurturing wood' from his hands.

Nemesis of Foreign Races (Purple Epic)

Effect: Increases damage against non-Human Race by 500%, reduces damage received from foreign races by 90%

Your four life-bound Flying Swords were refined one after another. Your cultivation also advanced by leaps and bounds in one life-and-death battle after another.

Age 70: You and Jian Yi heard the news that the 'essence of earth core li fire' had appeared in the 'Falling Demon Valley', a forbidden zone in the extreme north of the Northern Region. You went together without hesitation.

Falling Demon Valley lived up to its reputation as a place where ancient Devilish Qi remained; inside, monsters ran rampant, and the space was extremely unstable.

You killed your way through, penetrating several thousand miles deep.

Your [Nemesis of Foreign Races (Purple)] trait displayed unfathomable power here. Those powerful monsters that gave even Core Formation Cultivator headaches were as fragile as paper in front of you.

Just as you were about to approach the location of the 'essence of earth core li fire', a sudden change occurred.

The space of the entire Falling Demon Valley suddenly began to collapse violently!

Inky black, bottomless space rifts appeared around you without any warning.

Your and Jian Yi's faces changed drastically; you wanted to escape, but it was already too late.

An irresistible, terrifying suction force came from a huge space rift.

You only had time to push Jian Yi away with all your might, while you yourself were swallowed by that space rift.

At the last moment before your consciousness disappeared, you only saw Jian Yi's face, which was filled with grief and madness.

Your body was torn into pieces by the violent space power.

You died.

Cultivation: Late Foundation Establishment Stage