I Have a Compass for Opportunity

Whoosh! A dazzling blue streak shoots through the snowy mountain world.

Large snowflakes fall from the sky, as if trying to bury everything in the world.

As the streak passes, the soft snow in the mountain is pushed aside by an air wave, turning into a misty snow fog.

Raising your eyes, snow blankets the mountains, every tree adorned with a thick, white velvet coat, their branches bending slightly under the weight; some slender twigs are even snapped by the snow, falling with a "crack," stirring up snow fog.

Moving the sight to a hundred meters ahead of the streak of light.

A burly man with dark skin is fleeing in panic, the sinister scar on his face now bereft of any fierceness, filled instead with deep terror and dread.

He’s exerting all his strength to escape, but no matter how he tries, that streak of light relentlessly tugs at him from behind, unhurried and unfazed, like a cat toying with a mouse.

Bong! The sound of a sword echoes through the snowy mountain waist.

A cyan sword light tears through the sky, shooting towards the burly man’s back.

The sound made the burly man’s body shudder; clearly, he has suffered greatly under this flying sword.

"Roar!" Yet the burly man is a desperado; at the brink of life and death, there’s no time for fear. He lets out a cry, his body rapidly swelling, growing as stout as a bear.

His wolf fang club in hand swings forcefully at that sword light, trying to block the strike.

Bang! A deafening crash.

The snow in that area flutters wildly with their clash of spiritual power.

The burly man’s body is knocked back into the snow, his hands holding the wolf smoke stick, splintering his palms and spraying out gushing blood, staining the white snow on the ground.

At the same time, his body crashes into the forest, knocking down several dead trees, the dislodged snow burying him partially in a heap.

"Cough cough!" Before the burly man can stand.

The blue sword light descends from the sky again, aiming straight for his neck.

"Ahh!" The burly man shows his desperate posture, letting out a loud cry with his mouth and spitting fresh blood onto the wolf fang club.

The wolf fang club, soaked in his vital essence, erupts with rolling blood energy, melting the surrounding snow into liquid and then steaming into white fog.

He seems to have used a life-threatening secret technique, his blood Qi fiercely roiling like a furnace set in the snow mountain.

Then he swings the club again with such force that it erupts waves in this forest, trying to block the sword.

Clang! The flying sword is finally knocked away by the burly man.

Before he can reveal joy on his face, a young man in a blue robe suddenly appears behind the flying sword, his slender fingers softly grasping the sword hilt, easily neutralizing the burly man’s force.

It is only then that the burly man clearly sees what his relentless pursuer looks like.

The young man’s features are cold and resolute, his eyes carrying an evil Qi, that kind of innate savagery, seen by the burly man who has stained his hands with numerous cultivators’ blood it makes his body stiffen.

In the next instant.

Bong! The young man transforms into a streak of light disappearing from the burly man’s sight, morphing into cyan sword light under his gaze.

When the young man reappears, he’s already behind him.

The burly man only feels a chill on his neck, instinctively reaching to touch his neck.

What meets his hand is warmth, and gushing blood crazily spurts from his wound.

"No!" The burly man shows a hysterical madness on his face, trying to use both hands to press tightly against the wound.

However, just in the next breath.

The hidden might of the sword aura left in his wound bursts.

Bong! Sharp sword light blooms.

Tearing apart both the burly man’s palms and his neck.

That rough head falls powerlessly onto the snowy ground.

Silent Rain-Slaying Sword Skill, Rain Curtain Stealth, Liou Yuan’s fastest sword.

The sword skill also carries the hidden force of the Sushui Sword Aura; when Liou Yuan’s sword cut through the burly man’s head, he was already a dead man.

"Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer can block two strikes of Celestial Calculation Skill for Taming Objects; you’re quite stronger than Ji Jie, after all."

Liou Yuan speaks, his words full of praise for this savage.

With that, he leisurely uses the Canglan Sword to lift the burly man’s hair and place it in the storage bag.

Throughout this process, he doesn’t even touch the gruesome head with his hand, as if the thought is disgusting.

This person was Jiuli State’s loose cultivator Zhou Meng.

After raping and murdering the female disciple of Five Extremes Mountain, he escaped from Jiuli State to Jin Dynasty Qingyou Prefecture.

Liou Yuan was lucky; he had only left Five Extremes Mountain for less than half a month when he gained the trust of the official cultivators of Qingyou Prefecture using his status as a Five Extremes Mountain disciple.

After all, they don’t want a savage appearing in their jurisdiction.

Thus, they actively supplied intelligence to Liou Yuan.

Using the convenience of the information, Liou Yuan, along with the ability of Evil Eyes, quickly locked onto Zhou Meng’s trail based on his appearance and body cultivation traits.

Chasing him down all the way to behead him.

Storing Zhou Meng’s head in the bag, and not forgetting to also take other storage bags with him.

But this loose cultivator’s possessions are limited; if Zhou Meng hadn’t lacked resources for cultivation he wouldn’t resort to robbery, so Liou Yuan only glanced at it and shook his head disinterestedly.

"This fellow’s belongings, only this magic jade scroll is of some interest."

Liou Yuan said, selecting a jade scroll of magic from the storage bag.

A grade D inferior body cultivation magic jade scroll.

According to the scroll, it can instantly boost one’s blood Qi to unleash several times the usual power.

But it will leave serious internal injuries, even damaging the meridians, a means used in desperate situations.