Chapter 485
by fanqienovelChapter 485: Searching for Enemies Among a Hundred Miles
Dense dots of light instantly appeared in Wang Chen’s field of vision.
The Qing Qian Kun Mirror’s enhancement to his divine sense indeed matched the Global Mode of the Cultivation Panel.
It felt as though Wang Chen had gained a thousand-mile eye!
In fact, the vertical eye that appeared above his forehead was a manifestation of the Qing Qian Kun Mirror’s power.
No one else could see it except for Wang Chen himself.
The dots of light within his vision were mainly concentrated in a small area, with some moving rapidly around.
Most of these dots were white, while a few were red.
Wang Chen deduced that this must be a gathering point of some Sand People.
The white dots represented a neutral nature, indicating that these Sand People did not recognize Wang Chen and thus held no ill will toward him.
As for the red dots, they undoubtedly belonged to murderous individuals tainted by bloodshed!
At that moment, Wang Chen felt an urge to summon his flying sword and strike down an enemy from several hundred miles away.
Unfortunately, his cultivation level was limited; although the thought was appealing, he had no way to realize it.
Otherwise, with the flying sword combined with the Global Mode, enhanced by the Qing Qian Kun Mirror, he wouldn’t need to take risks and could sit in the Seven Star Pavilion, remotely slaying enemies and harvesting Heavenly Merit—what a beautiful thought!
The more Wang Chen thought about it, the more tempted he became.
With his current level of cultivation, he couldn’t even deal with enemies at a distance of several dozen miles, let alone hundreds.
But Wang Chen was in control of the Seven Star Pavilion!
The Seven Star Pavilion was the core of the city defense formations at Sand Guard, and with the authority he possessed, he could fully harness the power of the city defense formations to cast spells against enemies, and it would be completely above board and indisputable.
In theory, Wang Chen, controlling the Seven Star Pavilion, could fend off attacks from a Golden Core true master and even withstand a strike from a Nascent Soul true immortal.
But this was only in terms of defense.
Wang Chen envisioned using the formation’s power to enhance his combat effectiveness!
Or more accurately, to increase his attack range.
With this notion in mind, Wang Chen focused on studying and exploring the formations of the Seven Star Pavilion over the next few days.
The city defense formations of Daying City were, in fact, a vast and intricate defensive system.
The Seven Star Pavilion could only draw on a portion of that power.
However, for Wang Chen, who was at the third level of the Purple Palace, this power was still immense and not easy to fully control.
Furthermore, Wang Chen had special requirements.
After four or five days, he gradually began to make some progress.
Grand Commander Kou Shihai also kept his word, allocating an extra fifty percent of spiritual energy to supply the Seven Star Pavilion.
This was primarily for Wang Chen’s cultivation use.
As a result, the concentration of spiritual energy in the quiet room of the Seven Star Pavilion, enhanced by the spirit gathering formation, reached a level sufficient for high-tier cultivation in the Purple Palace, allowing Wang Chen to study the formations while not falling behind in his technique and cultivation level.
As the days passed, Wang Chen had been on duty guarding the Seven Star Pavilion for half a month.
For over ten days, the Sand Guard remained calm and peaceful. Not even a single Sand Mouse appeared outside the city walls, let alone a Sand Tribe Hunter Cultivator.
The corpse of the Blood Demon Purple Witch Jin Shangzhi, along with a few of his subordinates, hung on the city wall, desiccated by the sun and wind for seven days before being taken down and cremated to lay their spirits to rest.
The Sand Tribe, having lost a great general, surprisingly remained indifferent, as if nothing had happened at all.
This puzzled the battle cultivators guarding the city walls of Daying.
The Sand People were known for their vengeful nature; such a harsh slap in the face without any response was truly out of character for them.
Everyone dared not let their guard down, maintaining a relaxed outer stance while remaining alert on the inside.
Meanwhile, Wang Chen, who was currently in closed-door cultivation within the Seven Star Pavilion, finally grasped a set of sword control methods that fit his actual circumstances.
Once again, during dusk, Wang Chen ascended to the top of the Seven Star Pavilion.
The sky was clear and devoid of clouds, and as darkness descended, stars began to twinkle in the night sky.
The distant Gobi desert fell into silence.
The wind blew in from the west, carrying the haunting howls of wild beasts, eerie and distant.
Clang!
Wang Chen summoned the Chini Sword.
This top-tier spirit sword, while not his life legal sword, had been nurtured day and night, and its spiritual essence resonated perfectly with Wang Chen, allowing him to wield it as effortlessly as moving his fingers, unleashing its full destructive power.
The long sword floated before Wang Chen, its blade slightly trembling, as if yearning for battle!
“Dash!”
Wang Chen pointed his sword finger, and the Chini Sword transformed into a streak of light, swiftly darting away, already a hundred yards gone in the blink of an eye.
The howling thunder sound startled many of the guards on the city walls.
They all looked towards the towering Seven Star Pavilion, revealing a complex expression.
This was not the first time Wang Chen performed sword practice atop the Seven Star Pavilion. The power of the Chini Sword commanding Wind Control and thunder shocked them while also offering a sense of reassurance.
The stronger Wang Chen became, the less chance the Sand Tribe Hunter Cultivators had to sneak in and stir trouble.
Everyone could sleep easier at night.
However, with repeated shocks, they had grown somewhat accustomed and numb to it.
Some battle cultivators shook their heads, withdrawing their gaze and attention.
At this moment, Wang Chen immersed himself completely in the mastery of the flying sword.
He was breaking through his past limits.
The power of the formations drawn in from the Seven Star Pavilion accumulated layer by layer upon him.
Wang Chen’s cultivation level rose continuously from the third level of the Purple Palace, climbing to the fifth, then the seventh…
Wang Chen’s spirit seemed to detach from his physical body, perfectly merging with the grand city beneath him, which propelled him skyward, soaring above the clouds.
This feeling was intoxicating, as if he controlled the entire world, effortlessly manipulating it, capable of anything everywhere.
But Wang Chen was very clear that this sensation was merely a fleeting illusion brought on by a sudden surge of power.
It was not real.
If he succumbed to such false sensations, even his heart of the path could lose its way and fall!
He entrusted his spirit to the Chini Sword, controlling the flying sword to venture deep into the Gobi desert.
He sought out suitable targets.
In Wang Chen’s field of vision, the flying sword appeared as a golden fish darting across the map, extremely eye-catching.
Suddenly, a red dot appeared in his view!
This red dot was not stationary; it moved in a straight line toward the Sand Guard at a considerable speed, likely riding a horse.
Wang Chen immediately locked onto it!
The Chini Sword swiftly changed direction, speeding toward the target.
In the next moment, Wang Chen suddenly opened his eyes.
His once dark eyes now gleamed with a purple light, his gaze sharp as blades, radiating a chilling killing intent!
“Strike!”
With an imperceptible command, the flying sword instantly aligned with the red dot.
【Heavenly Merit +8】
Success!
Wang Chen’s eyes lit up as he recalled the flying sword.
This was his first successful kill from an extreme distance using the flying sword.
A cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Training, previously unknown to him, was slain by Wang Chen with a single strike from over a hundred miles away!
No one would believe it if he told them.
But what Wang Chen sought was not fame or honor; he simply relished the pleasure of long-range attacks and precise eliminations.