I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy - Chapter 387

Chapter 218: Slaying the Golden Core, Breaking the Four Saints Formation

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Above Xuanxue City, outside Xuanxue Peak.

Shen Ping, who had been hit and sent flying by the demon cultivator, rolled over and tried to stop his body. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his heavy sword trembling and his face full of horror.

He had never seen this demon cultivator, but he wasn’t unfamiliar with it. The Yuan Beast Sect and the Xuandan Sect had cooperated for a while, so they knew each other well.

The demon cultivator was called Qing Yan Beast, a contracted demon cultivator with Gold Core cultivator Xie Puxuan from the Yuan Beast Sect.

He had just entered the Golden Core Stage, and in the beginning, he could barely maintain a balance against this demon cultivator. However, as time went by and his spiritual power was consumed, he gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Moreover, the Qing Yan Beast was extremely fast, he couldn’t even escape if he wanted to.

However.

He still had a trump card in his hand, but it was a one-time third-stage spiritual talisman. He wouldn’t use it unless absolutely necessary.

Just as he was hesitating whether to activate the talisman and deal a ruthless blow to the demon cultivator –

An Immortal Boat suddenly appeared.

Shen Ping’s face suddenly showed a hint of ecstasy because he recognized this Immortal Boat as the Sect Master’s Jade Level Immortal Boat.

The Sect Master has arrived?

This is great.

The crisis of the Xuanxue Sub-sect could be easily resolved.

The Immortal Boat disappeared, and in its place appeared a young man carrying two long swords on his back.

Shen Ping’s face changed, and upon seeing the young man’s face, his expression changed again.

“Junior Brother Han Yi, it’s dangerous, go to the lower area.”

Han Yi was not using Sword Control Flight at this moment, but Shen Ping hadn’t noticed this. In his mind, Han Yi had entered the Foundation Establishment stage less than ten years ago. When he last saw Han Yi, Han Yi was only at the peak of the Foundation Building Middle Level, and he thought Han Yi had relied on pills. He even advised him not to rely too much on pills.

Later, when Han Yi broke through to the Foundation Building late stage, Shen Ping had already gone into seclusion.

By the time Shen Ping came out, he knew Han Yi had broken through to the Foundation Building late stage.

But that was only a few years ago, wasn’t it?

Normally, the progress of cultivators slows down as they reach the later stages, and it takes even longer to break through. Hence, subconsciously, Shen Ping still thought Han Yi was only in the Foundation Building late stage.

A fight between Gold Core cultivators was extremely dangerous; if a Foundation Establishment Cultivator got close and was hit, they would be gravely injured or even killed. That’s why Shen Ping blurted out for Han Yi to go to the lower area.

However.

The next moment, his eyes widened in shock. Horror climbed up his cheeks, followed by disbelief and ecstasy.

Before his words had even fallen –

Han Yi, who had put away the Immortal Boat, had already slashed out with his sword.

Instead of the Green Reed Sword, it was the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword that Han

Yi liked to use.

Having advanced to the Golden Core Stage, Han Yi could control low-grade magical tools at one hundred percent efficiency.

His body was filled with spiritual power, and his Sea of Consciousness and Divine Soul were stable.

This sword was the result of the rage in his heart, a full-force attack by Han Yi. The sword was originally purple, but out of it erupted a fiery light. From afar, it looked like a meteor falling from the sky.

Below him, the Qing Yan Beast had transformed into its original form, a giant ten-meters long. Its limbs stepped on the void, and its whole body ignited with blue flames. As a demon cultivator, it liked to eat different types of flames, store them in its body, compress and mutate them, turning them into weapons.

Unlike Shen Ping, the Qing Yan Beast sensed a terrifying danger in Han Yi’s soul when he appeared. As the sword fell, it roared and spewed out blue flames. The torrential flood of flames surged through the void, bombarding the Sword Tool that was slashing through mid-air.

In a flash.

From a bird’s-eye view, the blue beam of light collided with the fierce purple sword.

The next moment.

The blue beam of light exploded, and the strange flames scattered. Amidst the collapsing flames, the purple sword roared, its speed unwavering as it streaked past.

It was as if a purple light was descending from the east, bringing a tide of murderous intent.

Quick, quicker – at its peak.

Han Yi’s Sword Control Skill had reached the level of returning to the truth. In terms of speed, it was far beyond the Dan Sword Skill, the Chess Sword Skill, the Archsword Sword Skill, and even the Heart Sword Skill rumored to be faster than the Sword Immortal Spirit Sword of the same level.

As if leaping through space, the purple sword, which had shattered the strange flames, appeared below the Qing Yan Beast in the blink of an eye.

Splash!

In the void, a thick strand of demon qi-infused blood was scattered.

Just after Han Yi had turned his head and a spiritual talisman had appeared in his hand, Shen Ping, who was preparing to activate the talisman, saw this scene. His pupils contracted sharply, and the shock in his eyes suddenly surfaced. Han Yi, who was not far behind him, had already rushed forward with a flicker of his body.

As they passed each other.

A massive sense of shock emerged in Shen Ping’s Sea of Consciousness, which came from Han Yi.

Shock, horror, and trepidation – these intense emotions caused his whole body to tremble and his divine soul to shake.

And that was without Han Yi targeting him directly.

His eyebrows shot up, and he saw a solidified demon soul emerging from the head-pierced corpse of the Qing Yan Beast.

“No, quickly…”

Before his voice had even fallen, he felt a chilling sense of fear emanating from Han Yi’s body.

Before that, the Qing Yan Beast’s evil spirit had just emerged, and with a sharp scream, it had already displayed the five signs of decay. In a snap of a finger, it had melted into the void.

The corpse of the Qing Yan Beast plummeted rapidly.

Han Yi did not chase after it but swiftly moved forward. The purple long sword closely followed, suddenly attacking towards the next battlefield.

A single voice, at this moment, only then, reached them from a distance..