Chapter 190: The Might of Taichu’s True Legacy

The captain of the guard raised the large saber in his hand and swung it at the intruder. General Su, meanwhile, drew his sharp personal sword and, with a single slash, cut an opening in the tent, preparing to escape to Qin Haoxuan’s camp.

But he had greatly overestimated his captain. The intruder’s lips curled into a disdainful sneer. With a casual flick of his hand-blade, a streak of blade qi shot out, neatly slicing the captain’s refined steel saber in two, along with the man himself.

Blood sprayed out. Seeing the gruesome scene, the intruder smiled a cruel, happy smile. He looked at Su Wu’s fleeing back and sneered, “You can’t escape.” He formed a spiritual seal, and with a change of his hand gestures, a stream of spiritual energy surged from his body, forming into a rock that slammed violently into Su Wu’s back.

Having been a general who had weathered the battlefield, Su Wu, after his initial panic, was actually quite calm. He knew that panic was useless and would only make things worse. When the immortal attacked him, he had already reacted, raising his own refined steel longsword in front of him to block. The sword, which was exquisitely made and could cut through iron like mud, was shattered into several pieces by the attack, and Su Wu was sent flying through the side of the tent. If not for the sword, he would have surely died. As it was, although he was severely injured, he was still able to prop himself up with his broken blade, stubbornly refusing to fall.

Qin Haoxuan, who had been sitting as still as a mountain in his tent, calmly listening to the commotion and deciding on a course of action, felt a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy and cursed inwardly. An enemy cultivator must have come to assassinate Su Wu. If the general died, the army’s morale would surely collapse, and they would be defeated without a fight. At that point, he would have nowhere to hide and would surely be captured and killed by Master Chi Lian.

I must protect this army, Qin Haoxuan thought. He rushed out of his tent, preparing to help.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed? You don’t even know the enemy’s strength, and you’re just going to charge out?” Xing, who had been carefully sensing the opponent’s cultivation level, was extremely anxious when he saw Qin Haoxuan rush out without a second thought. If Qin Haoxuan died, who would teach him the Dao Heart Seed Demon Art? Who would impart the Dragon Demon Golden Body to him? With no other choice, he had to follow closely behind, protecting him at every step.

The infiltrating cultivator had already formed a seal and was chanting, preparing to cast another spell to attack Su Wu. The general, a battle-hardened veteran who had killed countless men and was known as a butcher of the battlefield, was finally afraid. His face was a mask of panic, his snake-like eyes fixed on the cultivator. He knew he was facing a High Immortal, an invincible being. The attacking cultivator had already prepared his immortal art and was about to strike. Su Wu, with his mortal body already severely injured, would surely die from this next blow.

Not good! Qin Haoxuan knew that he was too late to use a spiritual art to save him. The opponent was a Fourteenth-Leaf cultivator; his speed of gathering spiritual energy was much faster than his own. But he couldn’t just stand by and watch Su Wu die. In his desperation, he grabbed Xing and, as if throwing a hidden weapon, hurled him out, shouting, “Save him!”

Being thrown out, Xing shot Qin Haoxuan a very unwilling glare. In mid-air, he activated his True Demon Transformation, becoming a giant shield that blocked the path in front of Su Wu. At the same time, the cultivator’s spell arrived, but it was blocked by Xing.

“A cultivator!” The enemy was startled. Seeing Qin Haoxuan, he immediately prepared for battle, silently berating himself for his carelessness. He hadn’t even known there was another cultivator in the enemy camp. If his strength was greater than his own, wouldn’t he have been walking right into a death trap?

When he carefully examined Qin Haoxuan and saw that he was only at the Fourth-Leaf, and noticed the Taichu Sect’s insignia on the jade talisman hanging from his neck, his cautious expression vanished, replaced by a contemptuous sneer. “They say the Soaring Dragon Imperial Court sent a prince to the Taichu Sect to request an immortal’s aid. Has the Taichu Sect run out of people? To actually send a Fourth-Leaf disciple. Do they think all the rogue cultivators in the world are useless trash?” His words were filled with dissatisfaction towards the Taichu Sect, which enjoyed all the best resources of the nation.

“Our High Immortal is helping! General Su is being protected!” a fleeing soldier shouted excitedly when he saw this scene. Immediately, the other soldiers stopped running. They saw that General Su was indeed being protected by a strangely shaped greatshield, and that Qin Haoxuan was confronting the enemy immortal. They no longer fled but hid on the side to watch.

The enemy immortal sneered. “Your Fourth-Leaf strength might be invincible in front of mortals, but in front of me, you are nothing. Since you are from the Taichu Sect, then… die!” His ten fingers flew as he formed a spiritual seal. With a wave of his hand, a circle of about ten floating fireballs, each the size of a human head and burning with a milky-white flame, appeared in front of him. With another wave, the fireballs, now emitting a faint aura of death, shot towards Qin Haoxuan.

These flames were different from ordinary ones. Although they were fire, they had a cold, sinister feeling that made Qin Haoxuan very uncomfortable. Xing, in his shield form, quickly reminded him, “Be careful, this is the Ghost Fire Great Art. In your cultivation world, it’s considered an evil art. Don’t let the ghost fire touch you… Hmm, but your body is very tough, and his art hasn’t been perfected. It doesn’t have much power.”

The soldiers watching from the side were dumbfounded to hear the strangely shaped shield speak. The world of High Immortals was truly wonderful.

The enemy cultivator sneered at the shield. “You have some knowledge. I’ll kill him first, and then I’ll capture you for a slow interrogation.”

Xing also sneered. “This demon is afraid you’re not qualified. This demon will eat you first!” Just as he was about to revert to his original form and finish off the cultivator, Qin Haoxuan shouted, “Protect General Su! Be on guard for other cultivators!”

“Don’t worry! With me here, even if Master Chi Lian himself were to come, I could ensure his safety!” The moment the boast left his mouth, Qin Haoxuan replied, “Don’t jinx it! A crow’s beak… is sometimes very effective.”

Xing thought that made sense and decided it was better not to boast. He focused his mind and observed the surroundings.

The ghost fire shot towards Qin Haoxuan like a string of cannonballs. Thinking of Xing’s assessment, and trusting that he wouldn’t be unreliable at such a critical moment, he decided to believe him. Condensing spiritual energy in his hands, he used the Heaven-Cleaving Slash, his hands like blades, and met the ghost fire head-on.

The enemy cultivator let out a strange, jeering laugh. “Although my Ghost Fire Great Art is not yet perfected, how can a Fourth-Leaf piece of trash like you possibly block it? Does the Taichu Sect only teach reckless fools like you?”

Qin Haoxuan ignored him and swung his hand-blade, cleaving the first ghost fire. Although it was called fire, its temperature was not high. Instead, a bone-chilling yin energy came from it, traveling through his palm and into his spine. A thin layer of frost even condensed on his skin, and the cold energy seeped into his dantian and meridians, as if trying to freeze his spiritual energy.

“Vicious thing!” Qin Haoxuan sucked in a cold breath and immediately circulated the Sea-Gathering Art. The spiritual energy in his body, like a raging sea, quickly dispelled the cold energy that had seeped into his meridians and body. The benefits of being a Body Tempering cultivator were now apparent. The yin-cold energy of the Ghost Fire Great Art had no effect on him at all.

The enemy cultivator, confident in his art, had not prepared a follow-up attack. He had been watching with a leisurely air, waiting to see how Qin Haoxuan would handle it. He never expected him to cleave through more than a dozen ghost fires in an instant as if breaking through bamboo and then charge at him. He was immediately thrown into a panic.

Before he could react, Qin Haoxuan was upon him, his iron fist landing heavily on his body.

“A Fourth-Leaf insect is truly brainless. Didn’t your master teach you that cultivators fight with spiritual arts?” he sneered, still confident that the blow could not even shake his protective light barrier, let alone harm him. But reality slapped him hard in the face.

After Qin Haoxuan’s punch landed, his pale-yellow Protective Immortal Light trembled violently. He was sent stumbling back seven or eight steps and then fell to the ground with a thud. What had happened? At that moment, he began to panic, but… it was too late. Qin Haoxuan would not give him a chance to cast another spiritual art. His fists rained down on him like a storm.

However, the man’s protective light was very strong, and Qin Haoxuan’s fists could not break through it instantly. But just as the man was about to gather his spiritual energy to cast a spell, Qin Haoxuan would hit him with a spiritual sense attack, causing an excruciating pain in his head. Break! Break! Break! Just break for me! Qin Haoxuan was growing anxious.

“Old Qin! Let me!” Xing roared and leaped high into the air, transforming his entire body into a giant war hammer. Qin Haoxuan grabbed the transformed Xing and, with another hammer blow, slammed it into the protective light.

BOOM!

The powerful impact not only shook the ground but also caused it to collapse slightly. The giant war hammer, shimmering with dozens of strange runes, finally shattered the protective light. The powerful force of the blow pierced through the opponent’s entire body.

Pfft! The cultivator spat blood from all seven orifices, his internal organs completely displaced. The arrogant sneer on his face was long gone, his vacant eyes now filled only with terror.

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