84: Chapter 84 A Counter-Plot: Turning the Tide

You stare at that wisp of blue smoke; it is like an invisible thread, slowly pulling towards the unknown ahead.

Run?

Why run?

With the invincible trump card [Time-Space Reversal (Purple)], you don't need to run at all.

This 'Soul-Chasing Incense,' to others, is a death warrant.

But to you, this is simply... a perfect, fishing, GPS tracker!

A bold plan quickly forms in your mind.

'Since you want to find me so badly, then I will play along with you properly.'

You curl your lips into a cold sneer, and instead of leaving immediately, you follow behind that wisp of blue smoke without haste.

You want to see what kind of grand feast these guys from Heavenly Demon Valley have prepared for you.

You control your speed, always keeping a distance neither too far nor too close from that wisp of blue smoke.

At the same time, your Divine Sense has already spread out, covering everything, vigilant against any movement in the surroundings.

Your current Divine Sense strength, under the blessing of the [Divine Sense Double (Green)] trait, is already comparable to a Nascent Soul Early Stage Cultivator.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, any mosquito flying past cannot escape your detection.

Very quickly, you discover that in a mountain col about twenty miles ahead, three not-weak auras are lying in ambush.

One Core Formation Mid-stage, two Early-Stage Core Formation.

'Heh, just this?'

You feel a little disappointed in your heart.

You thought Heavenly Demon Valley could set up some kind of dragon's den or tiger's lair, but in the end, they only sent these three pathetic weaklings?

Not even a Late Core Formation Stage, they are looking down on me, this 'Ghostly Old Man,' way too much, right?

However, upon second thought, you understand.

The other side doesn't know your true strength; sending three Core Formation True Persons, in their view, is already more than enough to capture a guy who is 'pretending to be mysterious.'

'The Storage Pouches of three Core Formation True Persons are much fatter than those Foundation Establishment Stage ones.'

You lick your lips, and killing intent flashes across your eyes.

You don't rush over directly, but quietly circle around to arrive above the mountain col.

You restrain all your aura, like a falling leaf, landing silently on the crown of a towering tree.

From here, you can clearly see everything in the mountain col.

You see three Demonic Path Cultivators arranged in a triangle, hiding behind three giant rocks, each holding their breath and staring dead at the entrance of the mountain col.

The leading Core Formation Mid-stage Cultivator is holding a compass-like Magical Artifact, and the compass needle is slowly turning as the wisp of blue smoke moves.

'He's here! He's here!'

The Core Formation Mid-stage Cultivator looks at the increasingly closer needle, an excited yet cruel smile appearing on his face.

'Two Junior Brothers, get ready! Wait for my command, and we will activate the 'Three Talents Blood Demon Formation' together! We must take down this rat hiding in the shadows in one fell swoop!'

'Yes, Senior Brother!' The other two Early-Stage Core Formation Cultivators respond in unison, their faces full of bloodthirsty light.

You lie on the tree, watching those three guys below who still think they are hunters, a playful, cat-and-mouse smile appearing at the corner of your mouth.

You seem to have gotten one thing wrong.

Who is the prey and who is the hunter is not yet certain.

You don't rush to make a move, but patiently wait for the best opportunity.

Very soon, the wisp of blue smoke formed by the 'Soul-Chasing Incense' drifts slowly into the entrance of the mountain col.

The nerves of the three demonic Cultivators tighten instantly.

They stare dead at the entrance, not daring to blink even once.

However, one breath passes, two breaths pass, ten breaths pass...

The entrance remains empty, not even a ghost of a shadow.

'Hmm? What's going on?'

An Early-Stage Core Formation demonic Cultivator cannot help but furrow his brows, 'That blue smoke clearly already came in, where is the person?'

'Don't rush.' The leading Core Formation Mid-stage Cultivator says in a deep voice, 'The other party must have also sensed something wrong, perhaps they used some hidden Spell. Everyone, release your Divine Sense and search carefully! He must be right around here!'

'Yes!'

The three immediately release their Divine Sense without reservation, starting to scan the mountain col inch by inch.

However, they are destined not to find you.

Under the perfect concealment of [Breath Concealment Technique (Purple)], let alone the three of them, even if a Nascent Soul Old Monster came, as long as you don't actively expose yourself, they would never dream of discovering your tracks.

You watch them down there, like three headless flies searching everywhere, and you almost laugh out loud in your heart.

The timing is about right.

Just at the moment when the three of them, because they couldn't find the target for a long time, are at their most relaxed and irritable.

You make your move.

Your target is the weakest one, standing on the far left, the Early-Stage Core Formation demonic Cultivator.

You have to pick the softest persimmon.

Your figure, like a ghost, drifts down silently from the treetop.

Without bringing up even a shred of wind.

That Early-Stage Core Formation demonic Cultivator is still concentrating on using his Divine Sense to probe ahead.

He has no idea that the Grim Reaper has already arrived behind him.

You extend your right hand with fingers together like a sword, golden light condensing at your fingertips.

Without the slightest hesitation, you stab fiercely into his back!

'Pfft—!'

A muffled sound of a sharp blade entering flesh.

The demonic Cultivator's body stiffens suddenly.

He looks down at the finger flickering with golden light that has pierced through his chest, his eyes filled with endless shock and disbelief.

He wants to open his mouth to call for help, but your gengjin sword Qi has already shredded his heart and Dantian in an instant.

He cannot even make a sound, and his vitality rapidly flows out of his body.

'Old Six!'

The other two demonic Cultivators finally realize something is wrong.

When they turn their heads and see this horrific scene, both of their eyeballs are about to pop out!

'You... who are you!'

That Core Formation Mid-stage demonic Cultivator points at you, shocked and angry, and shouts sharply.

You slowly withdraw your hand, letting the corpse fall to the ground with a 'thump.'

You don't answer his question, just turn around, and quietly look at them with those turbid yet cold eyes.

A sinister smile appears on your wrinkled face.

'Don't rush, the next one is your turn.'

Your voice is old, hoarse, yet carries a terrifying killing intent that makes people's Souls tremble.

'It... it's you! That Ghostly Old Man!'

The only remaining Early-Stage Core Formation demonic Cultivator, the moment he sees your appearance, is scared until his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, letting out a shrill scream and turning to run.

He has been completely terrified by your ghostly methods.

'Trash! Why are you running!'

The Core Formation Mid-stage demonic Cultivator roars; he knows that at this moment, running is a dead end! The only path to survival is to fight to the death!

'Blood Demon Disintegration!'

He roars, his body instantly expanding a circle, and countless blood-colored demonic patterns appear on his skin.

A violent and bloody aura erupts from his body.

He actually burns his own essence blood in an instant, forcibly raising his cultivation to the peak of Core Formation Mid-stage!

'Die for me!'

He turns into a streak of blood light, holding a blood-colored long blade, and slashes crazily towards you.

Before the blade light arrives, a thick smell of blood hits your face, making one want to vomit.

Facing this desperate strike, there is not a shred of fear on your face.

You just slowly raise your right hand.

This time, what condenses at your fingertips is no longer golden Sword Qi.

But a cluster of scorching, red-hot flames that seem capable of burning everything!

Five Qi Towards Origin Sword Canon — Li Fire Raging Plain Sword Art! (Fire Attribute)

'Whoosh—!'

A huge flame Sword Qi roars out from your fingertips, carrying the momentum of burning the heavens and boiling the seas, meeting that streak of blood-colored blade light!