Translator: Cinder Translations
"It seems that my friend Lei is willing to put aside the Longevity Palace’s scriptures rather than use them to exchange for the lives of his clan’s younger generation," Song Wen said, as the tentacle wrapped around Lei Feiguang, pulling him to Song Wen’s front.
"Lei Steward, don’t blame me. It’s your Lei family’s ancestor who refused to save you. This is not my fault."
"No... Senior Cui Huo, the ancestor... save me..." Lei Feiguang screamed in terror.
The tentacle tightened suddenly, and Lei Feiguang exploded into a mist of blood. His flesh and soul were then absorbed into the sea of blood.
"You bastard, how dare you!" Lei Yue’s eyes instantly turned blood-red, flames of fury burning in his gaze.
Though his heart was filled with extreme rage, and he was about to act impulsively, he suppressed his emotions, thinking of the lives of the six Golden Core members beside him. He did not act recklessly.
"Slaughtering the innocent, this is nothing but the behavior of a demon!" Lei Yue cursed.
Song Wen smiled faintly, his expression laced with deep sarcasm.
"You Lei family, capturing scattered cultivators from everywhere to extend your lifespan, that is the true demonic behavior. I kill your Lei family members to act on behalf of the heavens! Hahaha..."
Song Wen paused for a moment, glanced at Mi He, and continued.
"And you, Mi He, the Grand Elder of the Beastmaster Sect. You sent your sect’s Golden Core elders to others for longevity—how is that any different from demonic practices?"
Mi He glanced at Lei Yue beside him and spoke coldly, "There’s no need to waste words with him. Just get rid of him, and we can end the threat once and for all."
Lei Yue hesitated, unwilling to act hastily. Mi He, however, had no such concerns. The fate of these Lei family Golden Core members had nothing to do with her.
Having previously observed Song Wen’s actions, she knew that Song Wen, a rogue cultivator with no sect, was reckless and ruthless. If left unchecked, he would certainly cause trouble for the Beastmaster Sect, making things chaotic and dangerous for them all.
The best way to deal with an enemy like him was to eliminate him completely.
Before Mi He finished speaking, she raised her hand and formed a sword gesture. The flying sword immediately shot out, aiming to strike down Song Wen.
A tentacle beside Song Wen suddenly swung out, like a long whip, intercepting the flying sword.
The tentacle was wrapped around a Lei family female cultivator in the late Golden Core stage.
"No... Ancestor, save me! I don’t want to die..." The Lei family female cultivator screamed in terror.
The sword qi on the flying sword sliced through the tentacle, shredding it apart along with the female cultivator’s body and soul.
The flying sword, unstoppable, continued to strike at Song Wen.
Five more tentacles moved simultaneously, each reaching out to entangle the flying sword.
"Thud, thud, thud..."
One tentacle after another was shredded, transforming into misty blood clouds.
One after another, the Lei family members met a tragic end, their bodies exploding into blood-red blooms in the air.
"Lei family ancestor, you better see clearly—those killing your family members are Mi He of the Beastmaster Sect, not me. Hehehe..."
With a strange laugh, the blood waves engulfed Song Wen’s figure.
At the same time, the flying sword cut through the blood tide.
The massive blood tide was torn apart by the sword qi, turning into blood mist.
However, the blood tide seemed to have a life of its own, surging wave after wave, layering upon each other, gradually surrounding the flying sword.
The once sharp and unstoppable flying sword now seemed to be trapped in an endless quagmire.
Mi He soon realized that the flying sword was deeply trapped within the heavy blood tide. No matter how she tried to control it, the sword was unable to break free from the strange binding of the blood tide.
"Lei Yue, what are you waiting for?" Mi He, dissatisfied, spoke to Lei Yue beside her.
Lei Yue’s eyes flashed with a trace of gloom.
Mi He disregarded the lives of his six fellow clan members and forcibly attacked "Cui Huo," leading to the tragic deaths of the six Golden Core clan members.
At this moment, Mi He still dared to point fingers at him.
Suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart, Lei Yue activated his short spear and attacked Song Wen.
"Hehehe... So the Lei family’s ancestor is actually a dog raised by the Beastmaster Sect. Whatever your master tells you to do, you must do. Even when your own clan members die at your master’s hands, you dare not defy their orders," Song Wen sneered.
He was secretly casting the "Blood Escape Technique."
He had already put all his effort into resisting Mi He’s flying sword, and if he were to face Lei Yue’s short spear, he would be powerless to defend himself.
The blood tide in the air suddenly disappeared, turning into a blood seal.
Immediately after, Song Wen’s figure also vanished, leaving behind only a cloud of blood mist floating in the air.
Without the restraint of the blood tide, Mi He’s flying sword immediately broke free and passed through the blood mist. The mist was instantly shredded, as though it had never existed.
Seeing this, Lei Yue’s expression changed dramatically.
"How is this possible?" His voice was filled with disbelief. "He... He actually dared to use the Blood Escape Technique twice in a row. Doesn’t he fear that the loss of blood essence will cause his physical body to deteriorate?"
Mi He scanned her surroundings. She had now reached the edge of Cui Mountain Lake, with a dense forest lining the shore.
Her gaze swept across the forest, but she couldn’t detect Song Wen’s whereabouts.
"Perhaps he practiced some kind of body refining technique, making his body strong and his blood essence more abundant than that of ordinary cultivators. However, after using the Blood Escape Technique twice, his blood energy is probably depleted. He is likely nearing his end. You search the east, I’ll search the west. We must find him and kill him, or there will be endless trouble," Mi He said.
"Hmm!" Lei Yue responded.
After speaking, Lei Yue flew toward the lake shore and headed east.
Mi He, on the other hand, began her search to the west.
She hadn’t flown far when, at the limit of her spiritual sense, about two hundred miles away in the forest, she detected a blood mist—evidence of the use of the Blood Escape Technique.
Mi He immediately rushed toward the blood mist while raising her hand to release a large fireball the size of a grinding disc into the sky.
This was to inform Lei Yue that she had found Song Wen’s location.
While flying, Mi He urged her flying sword, preparing to strike as soon as Song Wen was in sight.
When she was still about sixty miles away from the blood mist, suddenly, nine transparent blades shot out from the forest below.
"Spiritual sense attack!" Mi He’s eyes widened in alarm as she quickly summoned a piece of palm-sized white jade.
The white jade flew to Mi He’s head, emitting a soft white glow that enveloped the area within several meters.
The nine transparent blades pierced into the shining light, and their speed immediately slowed, the hard, cold gleam of their edges beginning to dim.
For Mi He, the Beastmaster Sect’s seventh strongest cultivator, this piece of white jade appeared somewhat modest. It was merely a medium-grade soul defense treasure.
Nevertheless, after observing various soul defense treasures in the Chaotic Sea, Song Wen had judged that, for cultivators of the Tianyuan Continent, medium-grade soul defense treasures were already quite rare.
Despite the weakening effect of the light, the nine Focused Spirit Stab blades still retained some of their power and managed to pierce into Mi He’s sea of consciousness.
Mi He clenched her silver teeth, enduring the pain that spread through her sea of consciousness.
Her spiritual sense was above Song Wen’s, and with the protection of the medium-grade soul defense treasure, the Focused Spirit Stab blades couldn’t truly harm her soul.
However, their intrusion caused a brief disturbance in her sea of consciousness, bringing a sharp pain that was still bearable.
Just as Mi He was about to urge her flying sword to attack Song Wen, she suddenly stopped for no reason.
She looked toward the east—where Lei Yue was.
Lei Yue must have seen the signal she sent earlier. He was likely on his way here now.
Mi He’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
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