I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy - Chapter 1046

Chapter 1046: Chapter 432: Return to the Undying, Reunion with the Immortal Sword_3 Chapter 1046: Chapter 432: Return to the Undying, Reunion with the Immortal Sword_3 “That black Immortal Sword is the one Dai Zhe used to sweep through the Void Sword World.”

“Not bad luck.”

“This Immortal Sword is destined to be mine.”

As soon as the thought crossed Han Yi’s mind, he flew straight into the midst of the eight Spirit Transformation cultivators’ siege.

He didn’t conceal his presence, and as he neared, his Early Stage of Spirit Transformation Level realm was also detected by the surrounding cultivators.

The elderly Spirit Transformation cultivator who was surrounded, initially brightened at the sight, but dimmed once he saw that Han Yi was only at the Early Stage of Spirit Transformation Level.

As the Black Mountain Seven Devils said, after he acquired the Immortal Sword, he hadn’t yet found the method of sacrifice refinement before the news leaked, attracting a gang of seven individual cultivators in the Spirit Transformation realm from a nearby sect, who destroyed his Ming Zen Sect. He fled all the way back to where he initially acquired the Immortal Sword, deep within the Giant Deer Mountain Range.

He took out the Immortal Sword, with only one method in mind, which was to let his Primordial Spirit escape into the sword and self-destruct, causing the Immortal Sword to indiscriminately unleash the might of the sword, with the intent of perishing together with his enemies.

However.

Such a self-destruction was uncontrollable; it was highly likely that only his Primordial Spirit would explode, while the Immortal Sword remained unaffected, with all its power bound within it.

Without using the Immortal Sword, the killing force formed by his Primordial Spirit explosion would hardly harm the seven Spirit Transformation cultivators of the Black Mountain Seven Devils who were besieging him.

This was the reason why his eyes were full of furious fire, yet deep despair was hidden within.

At this moment, seeing that Han Yi’s aura was only at the Middle-stage of Spirit Transformation, and even revealed a sense of weakness, the hope that had just risen in his eyes shattered.

Yet, upon Han Yi’s appearance, he thought of something, and as Han Yi approached the encirclement, he shouted fiercely:
“Fellow Daoist, please flee quickly.”

“The Black Mountain Seven Devils want to devour my Ming Zen Sect’s Immortal Sword. Please carry this message with you when you leave.”

Elsewhere.

As Han Yi approached, the Spirit Transformation cultivator closest to him flashed a look of intent and drew out a top-grade Spiritual Treasure-level longsword, sweeping towards Han Yi.

Behind him, the other seven Spirit Transformation cultivators adjusted their positions, still encircling the elderly Ming Zen Sect cultivator.

The moment Han Yi’s aura became apparent, they had already devoted a sliver of their attention to him, ready to chase if he fled. After all, if the news about the Immortal Sword leaked out, they wouldn’t be able to protect it.

To acquire and possess the Immortal Sword, they needed to ensure that no news slipped out, which was why they had previously annihilated the entire Ming Zen Sect.

The Spirit Transformation youth who suddenly revealed himself was only at the Early Stage of Spirit Transformation Level and his aura betrayed a sense of weakness, conveniently closest to the fourth most powerful Spirit Transformation cultivator of the Black Mountain, who was at the middle stage. With one move, he could easily cut down his opponent.

The Black Mountain Seven Devils were confident in this.

Thirty li for a Spirit Transformation cultivator was no more than a snap of the fingers.

The moment the elderly Ming Zen Sect cultivator’s shouting ceased, the Black Mountain cultivator with the long knife barely lunged out when Han Yi threw a punch.

A stream of Divine Force glinted and flashed by.

Boom!

The Black Mountain cultivator exploded midair, his Primordial Spirit escaping from the shattered physical body, eyes filled with horror, and just as he was about to speak, Han Yi frowned, drew out a line in the void, and the Primordial Spirit directly exploded, turning into shattered Soul Energy, which Han Yi swallowed with a gulp.

The punch that shattered the opponent used the God Extinguishing Ancient Fist, the line drawn in the void that destroyed the Primordial Spirit was his rarely used Soul Cut, and the final act of consuming the shattered Soul Energy was another Soul Skill, the Soul-binding Skill, which drew the Soul Energy into the Soul Mirror Space.

One punch, one line, one gulp–simple for Han Yi.

But ten li away, whether it was the previously confident Black Mountain Spirit Transformation cultivators, or the trapped and already despairing elderly Ming Zen Sect cultivator, all wore expressions of horror.

A Robbing Cultivator, and most eerie of them all, a soul-series Robbing Cultivator.

Han Yi didn’t care what they thought. His approach wasn’t to uphold justice for the Sect Master of Ming Zen Sect; he didn’t have the leisure for that. He pointed at the trapped elderly cultivator.

“That sword is mine.”

“Give it back to me.”