My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 598 - 205: Recruiting, Reverse Training_4
"Boom—"
The sword energy and blade energy collided.
The terrifying shockwaves spread out, instantly lifting more than half of the already fragile wooden house into the air, and the entire roof was completely gone, leaving the setting sun's afterglow to spill unobstructed into the room.
Dan Qunyu looked up and saw another cultivator standing in the air.
He furrowed his brows and said, "You actually invited a cultivator from Nan Xu over! Fourth Brother, where are you—"
"There's no use calling out."
Si Dao Ren sneered, "He's already been lured away by me, and now there's only one Martial Saint on the mountain. If you sign the document and surrender now, maybe you can still save your life!"
He had been nothing more than a mid-Qi Refining stage loose cultivator from Sky Water Continent, who, failing to gain a foothold there, had arrived in the mortal realm years ago when the seals weakened, hoping to stumble upon some ancient relics. After failing to realize his wishes, he simply waited for death upon Liangshan.
Until not long ago.
The cultivators from Qingxuan Mountain came to Nan Xu.
They were preparing to fight over territory in the mortal realm to later secure spirit veins.
Si Dao Ren also received benefits.
As long as he made a contribution, he could join a major sect as a disciple in the future, and perhaps even go further along the Immortal Path.
"Over my dead body!"
Dan Qunyu grew even angrier, "You're willing to trade the lives of a hundred thousand brothers for your own future!"
"Then you shall die."
No sooner had Si Dao Ren spoken than the horsetail whisk in his hand seemed to come alive, extending like a massive white snake toward the opponent's throat, while the cultivator in the air simply crushed a talisman, turning it into a gigantic fireball that plummeted down.
Two mid-Qi Refining stage cultivators against one Martial Saint.
Dan Qunyu quickly became overwhelmed, and after a few exchanges, he crashed into the pond behind the courtyard, blood oozing continuously from the corner of his mouth.
"Boss!"
Zhang Shun arrived in time, wielding his harpoon, and from the pond summoned a cascade, rolling and smashing towards the two like an inclined Milky Way.
But he too was only at the early stage of Qi Refining, and the spell he cast was merely intimidating in appearance and did nothing to harm the opponents.
The cultivator from Nan Xu easily sliced through the cascade with a light sword strike.
"Boss, are you alright?"
Zhang Shun helped him up.
Dan Qunyu spoke haltingly, "Shunzi... you're not their match with your shallow cultivation, don't worry about me, go down the mountain to find the Fourth Master, tell him to go directly to Prince Zhen Nan!"
"Boss, what are you saying."
Zhang Shun said, "If it wasn't for you taking me away from the Canal to Liangshan, I would probably have long been dead under the chaotic blades of the government soldiers."
Zhang Shun valued his fish-catching skills, which had caught the boss's attention, but that was beside the point.
Zhang Shun aimed the harpoon at the two cultivators, "Second Brother! If we disagree, we can talk it out, why must you resort to killing?!"
"..."
The cultivator from Nan Xu narrowed his eyes slightly and sized up the young man, asking, "Si Dao Ren, how come there's still a cultivator on Liangshan?"
"I don't know, probably picked up some cultivation technique somewhere," Si Dao Ren said. "With things as they are, just kill him."
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He was about to take action when he noticed another figure appearing quietly.
"Another helper?!"
Si Dao Ren asked harshly, "Who are you, coming to my Liangshan to meddle in other people's affairs?!"
The person did not speak, just placed a hand on the hilt at his waist and slowly walked towards him.
"Mute? Then just shut up forever!"
Si Dao Ren's horsetail whisk once again extended, becoming tens of meters long, sweeping up clouds of dust in a sweeping motion, controlling a grand storm that uprooted countless trees and shattered uncountable boulders, ultimately turning into a towering beast that pounced at the swordsman before him, intending to swallow him whole.
"Clang—"
In the faintness.
Si Dao Ren thought he heard the sound of unsheathing a sword, but by the time he looked, the swordsman had already vanished, and the spell had missed its mark. He began to look around warily, guarding against a potential surprise attack, but as the dust gradually settled, he still could not catch sight of the swordsman.
Suddenly.
It felt like liquid was trickling down his forehead.
He reached up to touch it and found it was blood.
The blood grew more and more abundant, impossible to wipe clean.
Then, Si Dao Ren realized that his field of vision was expanding, the distance between his hands was growing further, and both sides of his body felt lighter and lighter, as if he had learned the art of cloning. He had become two people.
Only...
Both halves were, in fact, just halves.
It turned out he had been split in two, right down the middle, by a sword.
Finally understanding what had happened, Si Dao Ren's vision plunged into darkness as his body fell apart to each side, gushing blood rapidly, quickly forming a pool of blood on the earth.
"The body of a cultivator is truly frail."
Chen Sansi felt the aftermath of his sword strike.
As long as his realm was above that of the cultivator, killing them was easier than killing a martial artist.
"Damn fool!"
The other cultivator came to his senses from the shock.
What had he just witnessed?
A single sword strike!
Si Dao Ren had been bisected by this man, with one sword strike!
After all, he was at the mid-Qi Refining stage!
And this man, after all, was only at the late stage of Transcend Mortality!
In theory, they were supposed to be at the same level of strength and realm.
How...
How could the disparity be so vast?!
It was said martial artists offended against restrictions with brute force.
Indeed, they all deserved to die!
With no intention of fighting, the cultivator turned to flee on his sword.
Just then.
A figure resembling a ferocious tiger appeared on the ground ahead, moving with such speed it became a blur, then ran up the trunk of a towering tree, jumping from the treetop into the hundred-meter-high sky. With an eight-foot snake spear in hand, his true power unleashed like a tsunami, the spear turned into a nine-headed giant python, a dizzying onslaught that overwhelmed vision.
