I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy - Chapter 1047

Chapter 1047: Chapter 433: A Snap of the Fingers, Half a Century; The True Immortal Cataclysm_1 Chapter 1047: Chapter 433: A Snap of the Fingers, Half a Century; The True Immortal Cataclysm_1 Han Yi’s words, if uttered before his display of a punch, a point, and a breath, would have been dismissed by the cultivators as nothing but arrogance.

But at this moment, whether it was the remaining six individual cultivators from Black Mountain or the elderly cultivators from Ming Zen Sect in the early stages of Spirit Transformation, all held their breath in shock.

Terror, sheer terror.

With an understated ease, he shattered a Spirit Transformation cultivator. This mysterious youth who suddenly entered the fray, although merely at the Early Stage of Spirit Transformation and seemingly showing signs of weakness, possessed a demeanor that looked down upon other cultivators, far from ordinary.

This appearance of weakness, was more akin to that of someone grievously injured.

Could it be, as the youth claimed, that the Immortal Sword was truly his?

Then, this youth…

Was he an Immortal?

Thinking this, the six cultivators from Black Mountain took a step back in unison, and the elderly cultivator from Ming Zen Sect, after an internal gasp, quickly seized the opportunity.

A chance.

This was undoubtedly the key opportunity for him to survive and even turn the tide against the six Spirit Transformation cultivators from Black Mountain.

With hope surging in his heart, the elderly cultivator shouted:
“Immortal Master, I am willing to offer the Immortal Sword. I beseech you to take up the cause for Ming Zen Sect and eradicate the rampant wicked cultivators from Black Mountain.”

Han Yi, who approached flying, remained impassive. The world was full of cause and effect, and naturally, he was reluctant to get too involved, especially since he was injured at the moment.

However, since he had already made a move, he would certainly not let these cultivators go. Having reached this stage in his journey, he was not one to show mercy, which did not conflict with his nature.

The six cultivators who had stepped back saw Han Yi’s calm demeanor. Although his presence was not like that of the True Immortals they had seen, nor even comparable to a Half-immortal, the casual deadly move he had just made still left them horrified.

After exchanging a glance, they made their decision.

Retreating was obviously out of the question. The appearance of this weakened Spirit Transformation cultivator had certainly shocked them, but not enough to make them flee without looking back.

They could not be absolutely certain of this youth’s true strength; perhaps his last strike had been his full capability, and now he was just persevering through sheer will.

Thus, they tacitly prepared to launch their strongest attack. If the situation turned sour, they would scatter and escape.

As soon as the elderly cultivator from Ming Zen Sect finished shouting, they all bellowed in unison:
“Strike.”

“Kill!”

The six Spirit Transformation cultivators exploded with their strongest combat power in an instant. Moreover, the strongest among them, a Peak Spirit Transformation cultivator, even took out a damaged Half-Immortal Item, striking towards Han Yi.

In a flash, spirit light intertwined, Immortal Energy surged, winds and clouds congregated and dispersed, and killing intent filled the sky.

This time, Han Yi did not take action himself.

He merely cast a glance at his opponents and with a single thought, the fragments of the Heavenly Demon Halberd appeared. With a gentle swipe, without the need for the Sword Controlling Immortal Skill, just a mere Extreme Realm Sword Control move, he instantly sliced through the air.

His speed was too fast; after the fragments of the Heavenly Demon Halberd were unleashed, the actions of the six Spirit Transformation cultivators seemed to freeze in place. Before the six from Black Mountain could react, they were effortlessly torn apart, their blood raining down across the mountains.

Clinging to the Heavenly Demon Halberd, the Soul Cut effortlessly shattered the six Primordial Spirits.

Han Yi lightly beckoned, gathering the shattered fragments of the Primordial Spirits in his palm. With a refinement of his Soul Skill, he extracted the pure Soul Energy and swallowed it in one gulp.

His actions caused the color of the elderly cultivator from Ming Zen Sect, who stood petrified in place, to drastically change, filling his heart with even more fear.

For in his eyes, refining another’s Primordial Spirit and assimilating it was akin to the most evil of Soul Cultivators.

How could such a wicked Soul Cultivator let him go?

Is my life at an end?

But the elderly cultivator dared not make a move, for his instincts told him that any movement would lead to certain death.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the fray.

Han Yi casually waved his hand, collecting the recently activated Spiritual Treasures and damaged Half-Immortal Item. He immediately suppressed their powers and placed them inside the Qiankun Ring. He then reached out, tapping into several Spirit Transformation Cave Heavens that were momentarily in contact with the real world, looting all valuable items and storing them away.

In less than the span of a single breath, aside from the thick smell of blood in the air, only Han Yi remained, his demeanor calm, and the elderly cultivator at the Spirit Transformation level, his body tense and face filled with terror.

As Han Yi’s gaze fell upon the elderly cultivator, the latter instinctively threw the black Immortal Sword over to him.

Han Yi caught the Immortal Sword, examining it and nodding in satisfaction.

The sword was sheathless, its edge seemingly blunt.

From the outside, the sword did not reveal its Immortal might, but when probed with Divine Consciousness, one would find that it contained a terrifying energy akin to a small world within.

Other Spirit Transformation cultivators, and even most Half-immortals, would only discern from this that it was an Immortal Sword, but Han Yi sensed much deeper. At the very bottom of his Internal Cave World, he had three strands of purple Immortal Qi, remnants of when he had forcefully refined Immortal grade Spirit Stones while unleashing a true Sword Controlling Immortal Skill. As a result, he unexpectedly benefited from the misfortune and became far more sensitive to Immortal Qi than ever before.

At this moment, he could sense that although the Immortal Sword harbored vast space, the Immortal Qi within was so sparse it was almost imperceptible. Only deep within that space did a cluster of Immortal Energy lie, probably a seriously injured Immortal Sword Spirit.

Han Yi quickly surmised that during the astonishing explosion, this Immortal Sword was conveniently used by Dai Zhe to fend off the Spiritual Talisman’s assassination, not at the core of the explosion. Afterward, the sentient Immortal Sword, favoring fortune over disaster, fled from the center but still suffered heavy damage.

Storing the Immortal Sword temporarily in the Qiankun Ring, he glanced at the elderly cultivator from Ming Zen Sect. Understanding the situation, the cultivator immediately turned to leave, but just a few hundred meters into his escape, Han Yi called out to him again.