Rising from Small Cloud Rain Technique

’Careless!’

He originally thought the target was a hefty fat sheep, never expecting it was a tiger in sheep’s clothing.

Zhang Le was terrified and immediately turned to flee on the cloud.

’Escape? Can you escape?’

Ji An lightly waved his finger, and the silver torrent quickly caught up with the target.

After the Ten Thousand Swords Piercing the Heart, Zhang Le fell straight off the cliff.

The situation quickly reversed; such a powerful attack was unlike anything Yuan Hong and the others had ever seen, exceeding the realm of a Chao Origin Stage Cultivator.

Yuan Hong’s face turned pale, "We should split up."

He pulled out a pile of armor plates emitting a crimson spirit light, and after casting a spell, the plates floated in the void, then rotated according to some mysterious rule, quickly covering his body.

It was as if he had donned a suit of armor, resembling a mighty general from the mortal world.

Pei Xiu and Liu Ruyan saw Zhang Le’s fate, exchanged a glance, and then fled in different directions, each piloting their spiritual artifact.

Their bodies, nourished by demonic qi, looked no different from normal skin, but their physical strength was comparable to a Chao Origin Body Cultivator.

This level of body cultivation could at least withstand several attacks from cultivators of the same tier using spiritual artifacts, a result proven in actual combat.

But they never imagined that the target could merely use magic techniques to attack and kill one of them.

Wrapped in the Earth-Departing Flame Banner, Ji An dashed forward, casting a dazzling crimson spirit light.

His target was Yuan Hong, as he didn’t recognize the other two, his hatred wasn’t as strong.

Yuan Hong piloted the Black Gold Hammer, flying swiftly while frequently looking back to find that the target was rapidly closing in.

He understood that the chances of successfully escaping were slim, and with that thought, he discreetly infused magical power into his spiritual artifact, ready for a desperate gamble.

When pushed to the brink, he didn’t lack the courage to fight desperately.

Ji An calculated the distance between them, and when the enemy entered the range of the spirit roar attack, he launched the spirit soul attack without hesitation.

As the attack was unleashed, magical power surged from his Dantian, quickly circulating along a specific path within the Immortal Vein.

Silver brilliance lit up, as countless silver flying swords converged into a rushing river, fiercely engulfing the target.

Yuan Hong encountered the same predicament as Zhang Le, temporarily severing the connection between his Divine Sense and his spiritual artifact, causing his flight speed to plummet.

His wish to counterattack was dashed, and he missed the chance to fight desperately.

The flying sword pierced his skull, rendering his spiritual armor full of holes.

The Geng Metal Spirit-Slaying Sword possessed both power and speed, along with the divine intent of the unbreakable metal element and the chilling annihilation of spiritual nature.

Yuan Hong felt his body growing lighter, the sound of the wind whistling past his ears, and then his consciousness fell into endless darkness.

At this moment, a voice echoed in his heart, ’It finally ended.’

Seeing Yuan Hong’s body fall, Ji An turned back and found no trace of the other two.

He retracted his gaze, pressing his lips as he watched Yuan Hong’s body descend.

"Boom!"

It was like a giant lead ball falling from a great height, smashing into the ground and sending snowflakes flying with the massive impact.

Ji An infused magical power into the Wuji Xinghuang Banner, activating his spiritual artifact to guard himself.

He descended on the cloud near the corpse, summoning the Golden Armor Puppet.

The fact that Zhang Le survived a flying sword attack to the forehead left a psychological mark on him; he didn’t wish to examine it personally.

This was the first appearance of the Tier Two Top-Grade Puppet since he had purchased it.

The puppet strode forward and thoroughly searched Yuan Hong’s body, collecting valuable items such as the Grotto Void Stone, Black Gold Hammer, armor plates, and more.

Ji An approached Yuan Hong’s corpse, his gaze suddenly hardened.

He saw blackened blood flowing from the corpse, strange black patterns appearing on the surface, and a faint stench identical to that of a mouse dead in a summer house corner.

"What on earth is this thing?!"

It was clear that this thing couldn’t be called a human.

Ji An instinctively sensed a perilous aura, immediately storing the corpse in a storage bag and swiftly returning to the cliff.

He found Zhang Le’s corpse, collected the valuable items, and piloted the Earth Flame Light Banner for a rapid flying escape.

...

Red Rock Immortal City.

Ji An arrived at the area where the Law Enforcement Team was stationed and asked:

"Who’s in charge here? I have important matters to report."

A bald, sturdy man with exceptionally faint eyebrows glanced at him, saying indifferently:

"Taoist friend, can you briefly explain what you’re reporting? I can help you find the right person."

The Law Enforcement Hall doesn’t handle trivial matters; without justifiable reason, one couldn’t meet the high-ranking officers of the Law Enforcement Team.

"Today, I encountered four Tribulation Cultivators outside the Immortal City, and I managed to kill two of them. There’s something wrong with these two bodies."

He chose not to mention his acquaintance with the Tribulation Cultivators, to avoid unnecessary trouble.

The bald cultivator raised his eyebrows, scrutinizing Ji An with a critical gaze, and asked:

"What is their cultivation level?"

His mind flashed with suspicion; it was unlikely Tribulation Cultivators would act rashly without knowing both sides’ backgrounds.

Red Rock Immortal City always offered bounties for killing Tribulation Cultivators, and every few years, cultivators attempted to claim these bounties under false pretenses, only to be penalized with spirit stones when discovered.

"They were all of the Chao Origin Stage cultivation."

The bald man chuckled meaningfully, "Really? Are you so powerful, perhaps a Golden Core Daoist Master?"

Even without emitting spiritual pressure, the aura of a Golden Core Daoist Master is distinct from that of a Chao Origin Stage Cultivator; he could discern this easily.

It’s unbelievable that four Chao Origin Stage Tribulation Cultivators could attack one person and have two of them killed; it sounds like a fairy tale.

"Taoist friend, frankly, I don’t believe your story.

If you’re attempting to claim a bounty deceitfully, you’ll be fined three times the bounty and lose what you’ve claimed. Do you understand?"

Ji An nodded, "I am responsible for my words. Let me say it again: there’s something wrong with the Tribulation Cultivators’ bodies, and I must see the person in charge."

The bald man noted his resolute manner and said:

"I’ll make the report. I hope it’s not a trivial matter; otherwise, the squad leaders will be harsh."

After a while, he led Ji An to the second floor, pushed open a slightly ajar door, and said, "Go in; all the squad leaders are in there."

Ji An stepped inside and immediately heard someone exclaim loudly:

"Ah, so this is the Chao Origin Stage cultivator who managed to kill Tribulation Cultivators in an ambush. Impressive."

The room erupted in laughter; in their minds, the story couldn’t be true. If Tribulation Cultivators were such fools, the Law Enforcement Team would’ve cleared them out long ago.

Ji An remained serious, shaking his head coldly:

"I’m not here to argue. There’s something wrong with the Tribulation Cultivators’ bodies. Do you want to see now?"

"Of course we do, it’s our duty."

That’s the response Ji An was waiting for, and he produced the two corpses from his storage bag.

Someone immediately covered their nose, saying:

"This stinks. How could it be someone you killed today? Do you take us for fools?"

"Don’t jump to conclusions. Let’s first examine why the bodies are like this. It would gain me nothing to tell an easily debunked lie!

What I released was the Geng Metal Spirit-Slaying Sword; he saw with his own eyes the technique piercing his enemy’s brow, yet he didn’t die. It’s odd.

Later, I gathered a mass of Geng Metal Flying Swords to finally kill the enemy."

Hearing Ji An’s account, they realized the severity—how could a cultivator survive a magic technique that pierced their skull?

The squad leaders gathered around, falling silent at the sight of the black blood; a normal person wouldn’t have black blood.

One squad leader proposed:

"We must dissect their bodies to examine."

Someone immediately drew a flying sword, casting a spell and slashing hard at Yuan Hong’s belly.

The Daoist Robe and inner robe were easily cut, leaving a white mark on his belly, but it couldn’t break through even the skin.

"Is this guy a body cultivator? How tough is his flesh?!"

The cultivator cast the spell again, persistently stabbing the deceased with his spiritual artifact, yet once again, without success.

It was as if the sword struck hard metal, ringing out clear and crisp vibrations.

Witnessing the durability of the deceased’s flesh, everyone displayed astonishment, looking at Ji An with incredulity.

The spiritual artifacts were helpless against such resilient flesh, proving the opponent’s strength from another angle.

Strength is respected anywhere, as a squad leader remarked:

"Taoist friend, please sit and rest for a while."