CHAPTER 504: CHAPTER 217 TARGETED_2

A streak of red sword light shot out.

Reaching the extreme speed.

In an instant, the sword light swept across.

Threads of fiery strands formed, covering like a giant net.

Sword Qi Silk.

This is Big Beard’s famous skill.

If he doesn’t strike, he stays still; if he strikes, he gives his all, holding nothing back.

It’s kind of a do-or-die, all-or-nothing stance.

If his strongest attack fails, he can only wait for death.

This is a Sword Cultivator.

This is Big Beard.

Despite poor aptitude, he became a Sword Heaven Servant Disciple, not without reason.

This is also why he once was heavily injured, recuperating for a full eight years, and yet destroyed a Nascent Soul cultivator’s formidable reputation.

Otherwise, this coveted position outside the Inner City wouldn’t have been obtainable for someone without a background.

The beauty spider looked visibly surprised.

Then horrified.

However, it was also decisive; its eight claws instantly withdrew from the defensive shield, abandoning its prior efforts.

With enough Spirit Stones, a defensive array can recover in no time; to break through it again, one would need to start over.

The eight claws directly met the fiery sword silk net, swiftly enlarging, exuding billowing black mist.

Within the black mist, countless wailing souls seemed to howl, disturbing the Heart Spirit.

Some passersby, subconsciously looking over, immediately swayed and fell into confusion.

In a blink, the size increased to a hundredfold.

It turned out to be eight Magical Treasures.

The Demon Dao often combines its body with Magical Treasures, refining part of its body into Magical Treasures; it’s a common practice.

"Ah, Nascent Soul?" The leader made a move.

Other cultivators responsible for security now efficiently flew from all directions, ready to assist.

Well, they would clean up the aftermath and take some credit along the way.

They have the background and the qualifications.

Astonished,

Nascent Soul Level Demon?

Damn it!

However, the seemingly fierce and powerful eight giant claws, upon touching the fiery sword net, merely paused slightly before shattering into small pieces.

Clearly, the sword net was tremendously sharp.

One claw shattered, two claws shattered.

All eight claws shattered successively, unable to last even a single breath.

This resulted in the white-bone spider’s main body in the rear not having enough time to escape, being covered by the sword net, crumbling like tofu.

Bone fragments rained down from the sky.

The shattered bones twitched.

Small Knife saw, clearly, this is an Undying Body, something he’s also cultivating.

An Outer Disciple can cultivate the Undying Body, relying on Secret Techniques, and even after vital points are pierced, they might not die, and can even recover swiftly.

If perfected, even decapitation wouldn’t be a problem; one could recover.

But that’s the limit; if the head is shattered, death is certain.

However, becoming an Inner Sect Disciple or serving meritoriously as an Outer Disciple can grant further Cultivation Techniques, Undying Body.

It’s said that reaching Great Success, even if dismembered, one can recover.

At Great Perfection, one could even achieve Blood Rebirth.

Leaving a small fragment intact can eventually recover, which is quite magical.

These fragments were twitching, swiftly converging, evidently indicating success in achieving the Undying Body.

"Annihilate!"

A full-power strike, but at this moment, Big Beard Sword Cultivator shouted explosively.

Those fragments began to ignite with raging flames.

The fragments wriggled, unwillingly turning into ashes within the flames.

Heart skips a beat.

A sense of crisis surged in.

Utilizing all his strength, his power now only retained forty percent.

But Big Beard Sword Cultivator, without hesitation, struck his chest, the Golden Core inside cracked open, spewing out a breath of Pill Qi, mixed with Essence Blood, burst into bloody Sword Qi, spreading in all directions.

The Sword Qi, laced with strands of Essence Blood, held incredible power.

This way, no matter what, he severely injured himself, and without one or two years of recuperation, recovery is out of the question.

Especially the Pill Qi essence of the Golden Core, requiring ten years of arduous cultivation to restore.

This caused his face to turn deathly pale, almost faltering as even floating became arduous.

Yet immediately, a scream echoed.

The spider-shaped blood shadow that was almost on his back emerged, vanishing within the bloody Sword Qi, turning into Wuyou.

Subsequently, the fragments that hadn’t completely turned to ash, still wriggling, seemed to die instantaneously, ceasing their struggle, turning to ash within the flames.

Big Beard Sword Cultivator looked grim.

The loss was immense.

Even though the enemy was slain.

He was not born into privilege, had poor Spirit Roots, yet achieved what he has today through fighting.

Familiar with demons.

This was the Blood Demon Dao’s method, it involved at least an Inner Sect Disciple.

He felt pained at this moment.

If only he had a Nascent Soul Level Spirit Talisman for protection, no, even a Golden Core Great Perfection Level one.

He wouldn’t have needed to go down with the enemy, requiring more than ten years to recover.

The loss is incalculable.

In the past, it wasn’t a big deal, but now that his lifespan is limited, the chances of him becoming a Nascent Soul have significantly diminished again.

Alas, given his current status and strength, Nascent Soul Level Spirit Talismans are purchasable.

But the Spirit Stones, breaking through requires Spirit Stones.

No spare money for other purchases, and the consumption is substantial.

"Search carefully!" Others arrived at this point, not slow.

Of course, also because he had already resolved the situation.

An additional young Golden Core showed up behind him, taking out a bottle, opening it, letting out a whiff of Elixir aroma before tossing it over.

"Search, search carefully, don’t play games on my watch." Big Beard Sword Cultivator tossed the bottle back, descending to the ground.

He desperately needed this Spirit Medicine to recover,.

One whiff of the aroma was enough to tell it could restore thirty percent of his combat power in a short time, halving the total recovery period.

But taking from others is burdensome.

Initially, having these plants assist already left him dissatisfied.

If he accepted, he couldn’t justifiably manage, which went against his principles.

Barely managing to land on the ground.

At this time, any Golden Core could kill him with a surprise attack.

Only three Foundation Establishment cultivators came to guard him.

The only three he had recruited himself.

Although there were many subordinate positions available, he had to fight for the three he could recruit independently, others were slipped in to gild the lily.

Helpless.

This is reality.

Stop!

The three Foundation Establishments vigilantly watched the approaching youth,.

It was naturally Small Knife.

He glanced once, these three had intense murderous aura, unfortunately, they were poor.

Experience, life-and-death trials, talent, cultivation techniques, all reflect a warrior’s strength.

But undoubtedly, Spirit Stones are also crucial.

"Don’t misunderstand, I’m one of the Young Masters stationed here at the Little Knife Commerce Association, grateful for the senior’s timely assistance." Small Knife bowed, directly throwing over a medicine bottle.

The accepting Foundation Establishment opened it.

A burst of medicinal aroma spread out, his hand trembled, nearly dropping it.

Nascent Soul Level? Nascent Soul Supplement Pill.

"Attended an auction in the city a while ago, for safety’s sake, an Elixir is nothing." Small Knife chuckled.

Whether he felt Small Knife’s sincerity, or was simply able to act with a clear conscience.

That Big Beard saw this, without hesitation, swallowed it in one go.

The pale complexion visibly restored.

In mere breaths, sixty percent combat power returned, and after chatting with Small Knife for a few words, up to eighty percent was back.

In at most three days, he’d fully recover, including the Golden Core’s loss, even sensing a trace of breaking through.

Very confident in breaking through to Golden Core Great Perfection.

"Little Knife Commerce Association? Seek me for any matters, but don’t betray my conscience." Then he leaped away, disappearing with a streak of red light.

Days later, reappearing as a Golden Core Great Perfection cultivator.

This figure left, the rest were hard to provoke, so Small Knife had to pay some Spirit Stones to send them away.

Then, Small Knife arranged for someone to investigate this Big Beard.

Previously known, security here was the highest, he was in charge for two hundred years, though not many incidents occurred.

Those that did were minor.

But whenever a Spirit Talisman was used for aid, he’d always arrive first, without informing.

Having money is indeed convenient.

Soon, related information was delivered.

This one turned out to have Four Spirit Roots, among the worst.

Against all odds.

Sword Heart Clarity? Probably not.

Unfortunately, poor aptitude, most importantly, no family support, that’s crucial.

Nascent Soul, not a problem to train oneself, but too slow.

Now, an opportunity has presented itself.