I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy - Chapter 237

Chapter 237: Chapter 168: The Emperor’s Reward_2

Translator: 549690339

At this moment.

The blood-colored sword light swept past without being obstructed, and the afterimage slowly dissipated.

A figure had already shifted forward by three meters.

Han Yi sidestepped, looking at Fu You, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The black light that had pierced through the cold cultivator was now shattering space and bending around.

Boom.

With the help of the falling momentum, the black light became faster and more urgent. Before the sound of the sonic boom rang out, it had already arrived in front of Fu You.

“What?”

Fu You was greatly alarmed.

Fast, too fast.

Han Yi recovered too quickly from the Divine Soul battle, his speed was also too fast, dodging his Blood Sword and then the black Broken Sword, appearing like lightning in an instant.

All of this happened in just a split second, not even enough time for a snap of one’s fingers.

It seemed as if the opponent had anticipated his own sword attack.

Fu You’s mind trembled greatly, but he did not turn and flee, instead forming a hand seal, and a gray light emanated from the silver ring on his finger, covering his entire body.

Boom.

The black sword light collided with the gray light barrier, and Fu You, who had activated the special defensive tool, was struck by a tremendous force and disappeared into the woods, his life or death unknown.

Speaking of which.

Since Han Yi drew his sword, he had been the target of everyone.

Then, the cold cultivator took out a five-colored fan, the black light pierced through, the Heavenly Mechanism Arrow was activated but could not penetrate the Wind-Fire Shield, the black light fell and pierced through the cold cultivator.

Then the Divine Souls fought.

In an instant, there was a Blood Sword attack, Han Yi counterattacked with a sword, and Fu You’s life or death was unknown.

All these actions happened within the time of two snaps of one’s fingers.

Fast.

Too fast.

So fast that even the Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators present found it incredible and nearly couldn’t react in time.

Everyone was astonished.

Even Daqian’s ninth-generation descendant Pang Quan had a wary expression, staring intently at Han Yi, his eyes filled with jealousy and unwillingness.

Toting a black giant blade, Shen Yuan sighed in his inner heart.

The gap was too big, so big he couldn’t muster any interest in taking action.

Meanwhile, in midair.

The black light returned, landing in front of Han Yi, who was now controlling his Green Reed Sword to hover.

Han Yi calmly looked at the people around him.

In midair.

Xie Jingshan gripped the battle flag with a mysterious aura floating around him, his grip tightening, and his expression becoming more solemn under Han Yi’s gaze.

Some other cultivators changed their positions to keep some distance, while others held their magical tools in their hands, hidden but ready. However, no matter who it was, they all showed a wary gaze under Han Yi’s sweeping glance, and no one made a move.

At the edge of the woods.

Pang Quan looked gloomy, Shen Yuan regretful, and Ding Jiansheng’s fighting spirit was aroused.

Just as they stepped out of the woods and saw Han Yi kill one person and injure another with a single sword, the female cultivator with the long spear in her hand was extremely vigilant with eyes wide open in shock.

Han Yi withdrew his gaze.

Then, the black light rose again.

This time, no one stopped it.

The black light soared up to the peak of the mountain in an instant.

Boom.

The several-feet-tall Spiritual Jade shattered instantly, scattering in all directions.

At its core, a huge chunk of Spiritual Jade, the size of two skulls, was absorbed by Han Yi and put into his storage bag. This piece of Spiritual Jade accounted for about one-fifth of the whole jade.

He then turned to look at the many Foundation Establishment cultivators present, and with a flash, re-entered the woods.

After he entered the woods, the cultivators recovered from their shock and began frantically rushing towards the scattered Spiritual Jade fragments, fighting for the remaining four-fifths of Spiritual Jade.

As for Han Yi, who had entered the woods, it was not that he didn’t want to fully claim the huge Spiritual Jade for himself.

However, being too greedy would incite everyone’s anger. Even if they were shocked by his one-sword might, it would no longer be a problem of one or two people. If they all swarmed at him, even he would have no choice but death, with a slim chance of escaping.

Taking only one-fifth of the loot was what he should get after showing his strength.

This share could even be considered too small.

In the rules of the Cultivation World, it was actually very simple: whoever had the biggest fist set the rules. Among the cultivators surrounding the huge Spiritual Jade, his fist was the biggest, so the rules were naturally determined by him.

After re-entering the woods, Han Yi continued searching for Spiritual Jade.

However, this time, there were no large pieces of Spiritual Jade, and he only found two fingertip-sized pieces.

Then, he suddenly felt a heaviness in his body, unable to move as the scene in front of him changed, finding himself in a new place.

A heavy pressure weighed upon him, startling him but also letting him know where he was now.

Daqian Immortal Palace.

Back again.

Han Yi’s heart tightened. Here, he was once again relegated to the bottom, and he couldn’t move around the place like before in Treasured Jade Heaven.

As his thoughts shifted, Han Yi collected his thoughts and stored his Sword Tool in his storage bag, standing aside.

Around him, other cultivators stood at a distance.

A gentle voice came from the front, belonging to the Daqian official cultivator who had announced the start of the Seventh Celebration.

“Alright, the Seventh Celebration is over. You can go back now.”

The Daqian official cultivator waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave.

Before Han Yi left, the official cultivator looked at him and kindly asked, “What is your name, and which sect do you belong to?”

Han Yi paused, and the others looked at him as well.

Without batting an eyelid, Han Yi replied calmly, “I am Han Yi, and my sect is the Heavenly Will Sect.”

Han Yi’s voice was not small, letting the Daoist cultivators who were just about to disperse hear it clearly..