Chapter 96: The Terror of a Foundation Establishment Body — A Three-Month Journey Home
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As for Yu Xian, the bloodlust in his eyes had yet to fully fade.
He looked at the three charging cultivators, their hands forming seals, preparing to unleash their strongest techniques. His expression was cold and indifferent.
Holding the Jade Spirit Sword in one hand, he no longer used sword techniques or spiritual energy—he simply gripped it with raw strength.
Boom!
A muffled explosion erupted from the ground!
His robes were instantly torn to rags!
Even his inner shirt burst apart on the spot!
Such ordinary clothing could no longer withstand the sheer power of his physical body!
Though Yu Xian’s frame was slightly lean, his muscles were tightly defined—like sculpted stone.
Waves of heat pulsed from his body, radiating a single word—Strength!
The power of a body cultivator!
That booming noise? It came from the force of his legs kicking off the ground—pure explosive power!
He shot forward like a leopard pouncing on prey, Jade Spirit Sword in hand, fast as lightning!
“What!?”
Yu Xian’s sudden counterattack—moving at ten times his fleeing speed—completely stunned the three Foundation Establishment cultivators!
“He was hiding his strength!?”
“A trap to lure us in!?”
“He’s been playing us!?”
The same thought arose in all three of their minds.
It wasn’t hiding strength.
It wasn’t a trap.
It wasn’t a trick.
Then what the hell was it!?
A breakthrough in the middle of battle?
That’s ridiculous! Everyone here was risking their lives—who has the time, energy, or spiritual focus to achieve a breakthrough!?
But there was no time to figure it out.
Yu Xian was already less than a hundred meters away.
With his now Foundation-level body strength, he covered that distance in a blink!
The Jade Spirit Sword flared with energy, letting out an intense hum. It wasn’t elegant or artful—just pure, brutal force!
Yu Xian didn’t know any martial arts.
Typical body cultivators knew their path early and studied martial forms, power-generating techniques, and combat disciplines.
But Yu Xian had never planned to become a body cultivator.
He had always focused on spell techniques and cultivation.
So now, his sword swings were wild, uncontrolled—like a madman screaming and hacking away, but each strike carried terrifying power!
If he were fighting another body cultivator, he’d be at a disadvantage.
But these three? Clearly not body cultivators.
And for them, raw power was the bane of spellcraft.
Disorderly as his strikes were, with enough speed and strength, they became deadly.
Yu Xian’s first slash was aimed directly at the leader—Second Brother.
It was so fast that, just as the three were still thinking about how Yu Xian had fooled them, the sword had already arrived.
Second Brother’s pupils contracted to pinpoints.
His spell wasn’t even fully cast yet.
Even the fierce wind spiritual energy swirling around him was torn apart by that strike—
—And the sword came down straight on his forehead.
When a spell cultivator is caught in melee by a body cultivator of equal level…
The outcome is usually: defeat.
And in combat among cultivators—
Defeat means death.
Second Brother’s instincts were sharp, though.
Before the sword landed, a white light flickered around him as a shield appeared—a high-grade third-tier defensive shield.
But compared to Yu Xian’s fifth-tier Spirit Shield, it was a joke.
That third-tier shield might as well have been tofu before a dagger.
Crack!
The Jade Spirit Sword split it instantly, then sliced through his skull with no resistance.
Whether it hurt or not, no one would know.
Second Brother shuddered—
His eyes went dull—
A line of blood split his head, chest, and abdomen clean down the middle.
Two halves of a corpse fell apart, intestines and blood spilling across the ground.
“Second Brother!?”
Two anguished, furious screams rang out immediately!
Yu Xian withdrew his sword, still expressionless.
Hair wild, clothes torn, muscles bulging—he looked like a raging demon!
Without pause, he turned and charged at the next closest Foundation Establishment cultivator—just ten meters away!
“AHH!?”
“Fourth! RUN!!”
They finally snapped out of it.
The cultivator standing ten meters away—Fourth Brother—was about to face him directly.
But the third one, seeing this, turned and fled without hesitation.
No time to think.
If someone could escape, even one, it was better than all three dying.
“Third Brother! You—!?”
Fourth Brother howled in disbelief.
The same brother who once swore loyalty in life and death had just abandoned him at the critical moment!
Desperate, Fourth Brother threw out a third-tier magic pearl and summoned a third-tier defensive armor, trying to block Yu Xian’s charge.
This time, he at least had a moment to react, casting spells and activating gear.
But unfortunately for him, even before Yu Xian broke through, he could already withstand spells.
Now?
His Spirit Shield easily blocked the magic pearl and twin flame dragons hurled at him.
And then—
The Jade Spirit Sword slashed down once more, crashing into the armor like a hot knife through butter.
“AHHH! DAMN this fifth-tier armor! DAMN that fourth-tier sword! I’m not ready to die—!”
His shrill scream was cut off as he was sliced in half, just like his brother.
A matching corpse.
True sibling bond.
Yu Xian spun and looked toward the distance.
Third Brother had already fled nearly a hundred meters, reduced to a black speck on the horizon.
Yu Xian, fresh from a breakthrough, still bore a fatigued body from his transformation.
He knew—he couldn’t catch him.
After a moment’s thought, Yu Xian gave up the chase.
He still had a long road ahead—he would remember Green City and this debt for another day.
After looting their storage pouches, he quickly disappeared into the forest.
About the time it takes two incense sticks to burn, in a county city named Gu County, a young man entered an inn.
He gave two taels of silver, requested a high-class room, and disappeared inside without another word.
Within the room, Yu Xian let out a slow breath, sat cross-legged, and began to stabilize his body.
He had just entered the Pill Body realm, and though his strength now rivaled Foundation Establishment, his body was still fragile.
Had those three been body cultivators, or even one of them…
His exhausted flesh would have collapsed entirely under prolonged combat.
He needed rest.
Recovery.
Time.
His muscles ached as if thousands of ants were biting and clawing their way across his skin—
—but compared to the pain of the Great Pill Body Tempering Art, this was nothing.
Yu Xian’s expression was calm.
Now at rest, he radiated peace and joy—
—a far cry from the demon who had just butchered two men.
Time passed unknowingly.
By afternoon, a young servant knocked gently on the door, asking if the guest wished for food.
Yu Xian opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and felt most of the soreness dissipate.
His Pill Body realm had stabilized.
He stood up, declined the meal, and used a spell to cleanse himself, then changed into fresh clothes.
“Hmm… Looks like I’ll need to get clothes made from special materials in the future. Otherwise, every time I use my strength, they explode… If I ever end up naked in battle, that would be awkward.”
He sighed, half-joking, with a faint, helpless smile.
His current strength was simply too much for normal fabric.
Unless the clothing was woven from first- or second-tier spiritual materials, they’d never last under the force of his muscle contractions.
But that was a problem for later. No rush.
He stepped outside.
Two incense sticks later, Yu Xian had left the southern gate of Gu City, checked his bearings, and headed forward once again.
Though he’d won that last battle and achieved his breakthrough, he knew—
It was luck.
He admitted it without shame.
Luck can work once, maybe twice. But no one is lucky forever.
He couldn’t afford to draw attention anymore.
Flying on his cloud crane across cities would invite trouble.
So from now on, he’d be cautious.
He had learned his lesson.
By now, Yu Xian was seventeen and a half.
After another four months, when he returned to White Cloud Sect, he would finally be eighteen—a true adult.
He kept heading south—toward home.
With experience guiding him, Yu Xian avoided cities, bypassed towns, and never flew over settlements.
If he sensed other cultivators, no matter how strong or weak, he avoided them.
Mountains and rivers, sunrise to sunset…
His pace was slower now, but safe.
He stayed out of trouble.
And in those three months, Yu Xian safely exited the territories of Xuantian Sect and Puppet Spirit Sect.
Finally, he stepped into the land of the White Cloud Sect.
“I’m back…”
As he crossed into the Great Yang Kingdom, Yu Xian’s eyes shimmered with uncontainable joy.
The Great Yang Kingdom marked the northern border of White Cloud Sect’s domain.
Beyond that lay Liu Qi Kingdom—home to the Puppet Spirit Sect.
But now that he was in Great Yang, he was home.
At most, one more month…
And he’d be back at White Cloud Sect!
