Fierce Reputation 3

Fierce Reputation 3

Han Yi's plans ultimately fell through. When he left the camp, painstakingly got his bearings, and rushed toward the very center of Heavenfall City, where the Great Qian officials were stationed, he was stopped before long.

The one blocking him was not from the Blood God Sect, but a cultivator dressed in Great Qian official robes.

This cultivator's aura was vast and surging. Han Yi had seen such bearing on Uncle Gu, who had led this mission, but this man's aura was even stronger.

An intermediate Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Great Qian authorities.

"Cultivator of the Mystic Pill Sect, this road is closed. Please return."

Han Yi's expression changed drastically. He was about to open his mouth and demand an explanation, but the words caught in his throat, cold sweat streaming down his face.

The other party was a Foundation Establishment cultivator. The fact that he was standing here and speaking civilly was already giving the Mystic Pill Sect face.

If Han Yi offended him and was crushed to death, he would simply die for nothing.

In the cultivation world, the bigger fist was reason. Where were there so many principles to argue over?

This Foundation Establishment cultivator's attitude represented the Great Qian authorities' stance at this moment: they would not interfere, they would not concern themselves with it. You fight among yourselves, but do not drag us into it for now.

Understanding this, Han Yi said nothing and turned to leave.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator blocking the road watched Han Yi depart with an expressionless face, then shook his head.

Tonight, the Mystic Pill Sect cultivators were more likely to meet disaster than fortune.

In truth, he too had doubts. Not only him—every Great Qian Immortal Kingdom official cultivator in Taibai Commandery shared the same question: why was Great Qian not intervening?

They had already submitted detailed intelligence reports, yet the higher-ranking cultivators had made no clear declaration.

Were they really going to let the Blood God Sect and Mystic Pill Sect make such a mess of things?

If it were only these two sects, that would be manageable.

The key was that if the two sects fought while Great Qian neither took a stance nor stopped them, who knew what other mischief might be brewing in the shadows.

They had only just gone through the Immortal-Demon War, and Great Qian had suffered no small losses as well. If this fire within its borders ignited and spread, the consequences would be impossible to predict.

What if a third sect, a fourth sect, or even the three great sects with Nascent Soul cultivators entered the fray? It would become utter chaos, perhaps even affecting the Immortal Kingdom's national fate.

There had to be crucial details involved that someone of his current standing was not qualified to know.

Forget it. He would simply watch and see.

This Foundation Establishment cultivator had originally been meditating cross-legged in his room, his divine sense constantly monitoring the changes throughout the city. When the Mystic Pill Sect members began fleeing in his direction, he could no longer sit still.

With no orders from above, he did not dare rashly interfere in the battle between the two sects, so he could only come out personally to block them.

Elsewhere.

After turning back, the rage and terror in Han Yi's heart had reached their peak.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it."

Although Han Yi had many trump cards, he did not believe he could face several Blood God Sect cultivators at Qi Refining Layer 9 at once, especially when surrounded by cultivators at Layers 8 and 9 wielding high-grade magic artifacts or even Top-grade Magic Artifacts.

For now, I can only find somewhere to hide.

Fortunately, I cultivate the Turtle Breath Technique. I can only hope it works.

Han Yi had no other choice. If he kept running around outside, the chances of encountering Blood God Sect cultivators would only grow greater.

In a situation like this, there was no long-term plan to speak of. If he could hide for a while, then he would hide for a while.

Han Yi flashed and vanished from the street. Without a sound, he entered a mortal tavern and hid in its cellar.

At the same time.

The spiritual power within his body circulated according to the method of the Turtle Breath Technique. His entire body seemed to become an old turtle lying dormant in hibernation. As his spiritual power circulated, his aura began to drop, then drop further, until it was nearly imperceptible.

However.

Only ten breaths later, he heard an explosion erupt outside the tavern.

Boom!!

Han Yi felt a little tense, but the spiritual power in his body did not waver in the slightest. He remained in the state of the Turtle Breath Technique.

"Kill!!"

"Senior Brother Cui, run!"

"Run! This way!"

"Heh, there are a few fish here. They're mine, so don't fight me for them."

Outside the tavern, furious roars and contemptuous sneers came one after another.

Han Yi's heart stirred. That voice was familiar. He remembered now—it belonged to Luo Yunzhou, one of the ten people assigned to the same team as him. Han Yi remembered him clearly because he and Lu Su were the two disciples in the group who had participated in the Immortal Demon War.

"Senior Brother Cui? Could it be Cui Xingchen? He's actually still alive?"

Thoughts churned in his heart, but Han Yi remained unmoving.

He was no saint. He could not risk his own life to save someone.

It was too dangerous.

But.

Heaven did not grant his wishes.

The next moment.

Rumble, rumble!

The fighting outside grew increasingly terrifying. Violent tremors surged up from the ground. After all, the mortal tavern had no formation to protect it, and it collapsed outright.

"Fuck, what rotten luck!"

Han Yi cursed. He could no longer remain still. He did not want to become the first Mystic Pill Sect cultivator to die without fighting, crushed to death by falling rocks.

He lightly pointed a finger. Spiritual power compressed and condensed at his fingertip in a special manner before blasting forth, shattering a massive boulder over twice a man's height that had fallen and blocked the exit. Then, with a flash, he drifted lightly out of the cellar.

"Oh? There's another one here. He hid himself quite deeply—I nearly missed him."

A Blood God Sect cultivator in blood-red robes had just leaped over the courtyard wall. When he saw Han Yi emerge, his eyes lit up.

"Though he's only at Qi Refining Layer 6 and doesn't have much worth taking, something is better than nothing."

"And refining him into the Blood Soul Banner will add another measure of power to it."

"Die!"

The Blood God Sect cultivator gave a light leap. While still in midair, he threw out a blood-colored long banner.

The long banner unfurled in the air. As though it had scented blood, it trembled and swept directly down to envelop Han Yi.

Han Yi looked up, a flash of killing intent in his eyes.

One should lie low when it was time to lie low. But if he could no longer lie low, then he would fight with everything he had.

If he still hesitated and exposed his back to the enemy at a moment of danger, that was something only an idiot would do—practically asking to die faster. Han Yi understood that deeply.

When narrow roads met, the brave prevailed.

Whoosh!!

Just as the other man lightly sprang up and had only released that strange long banner, Han Yi had already pinched his index and middle fingers together and made a light slicing motion.

A dagger at his waist shot high into the air, tearing through the sky as it rushed toward the banner in a flash.

Rip!

The dagger sliced a long tear through the banner, and a shrill howl like that of a vicious ghost came from within it.

"My Blood Soul Banner, damn it!!"

Pfft!!

The Blood God Sect cultivator had just landed. The fury on his face had only begun to turn to shock at the damage to his magic artifact when he heard a dull sound come from his chest.

He subconsciously looked down.

A gaping hole had already opened in his chest.

And because the dagger that had pierced his chest was too fast, he had not yet felt any pain.

"You..."

He raised his head, his pupils shrinking violently. He lifted a hand to point at Han Yi, wanting to say something.

Whoosh!

The dagger that had torn through the Blood Soul Banner had already turned back. With a light slash, his head flew into the sky.

Thud!

The headless corpse crashed to the ground, blood pouring out in streams as a foul stench spread.

"Whew!"

Han Yi let out a breath.

As expected, he underestimated me. He thought I was merely at Qi Refining Layer 6, too weak to matter, someone he could crush to death with a casual pinch.

His fingers moved.

The two daggers returned and hovered before him.

That was right.

What Han Yi had used just now was not one dagger, but two.