Kill Yuan Bin

"Crack! Crack~"

Several days later, strange scraping sounds came from an inconspicuous Bear Cave.

"Boom!"

A tremendous explosion rang out. The Bear Cave burst apart, sending dust flying in all directions.

A youth emerged, his entire body giving off a faint blood-red glow.

"The second layer of the Blood Qi Art is complete."

"I really do have talent as a Body Cultivator."

When Jiang Ping An had cultivated the Breathing and Meditation Technique before, he had piled up a great number of Spirit Stones and spent an entire month just to reach the Qi Refining Fourth Layer.

Yet by cultivating the Blood Qi Art, he had used less than half the resources and time to complete its second layer.

Jiang Ping An clenched his fist, feeling the explosive power within it. For a moment, he had the illusion that he could shatter a mountain with one punch.

Of course, it was only an illusion.

After completing the second layer of the Blood Qi Art, he could feel the blood qi inside him surging. Even the wounds on his body were recovering rapidly.

Unlike nurturing wounds with spiritual energy, the blood qi within his body could heal his injuries on its own, and even somewhat faster.

"Boom!"

A tremendous roar suddenly came from the distance.

Jiang Ping An jumped in fright and quickly burrowed into the grass to hide himself.

Though he did not know what had happened, this world was far too dangerous. He needed to hide well.

After A cup of tea had passed, Jiang Ping An felt that everything was fine. Just as he was about to rise, he suddenly heard something and swiftly lay back down.

A ragged man covered in wounds staggered out of the forest.

The man had lost an arm, and blood kept flowing from the wounds on his body.

The man crawled to the nearby pond and gulped down several mouthfuls of water.

"A bunch of bastards! If This Old Man's realm had not fallen, I could have crushed all of you to death with one finger!"

"And that little bastard! If he had not taken This Old Man's array flag, This Old Man would never have ended up in such a miserable state!"

"All of you just wait! Wait until This Old Man rises again—I will definitely tear every one of you into ten thousand pieces!"

This man was none other than Yuan Bin, who had been hunted for several days.

Because his deal with the soldiers had not been completed, they had wanted to make an example out of him.

Although his realm had fallen, he still had some foundation.

Even when facing two Martial Warriors comparable to the Ninth Level of Qi Refinement, he had still managed to escape.

But he had paid a tremendous price. His realm had fallen another level, leaving him with only the Qi Refining Seventh Layer.

Just as Yuan Bin was about to rest, he suddenly sensed something and sharply turned his head.

When he saw that familiar face, Yuan Bin's face filled with wild joy.

It was actually the brat who had stolen his array flag and Blood-Colored Glasses!

"Hahaha! This Old Man's treasures have returned!"

He had not expected his luck to be so good that he would run into him again!

Jiang Ping An had not expected to encounter him here either. At the sight of him, killing intent surged through his heart like a rushing river.

He could not forget the feeling of the whip striking his face. He could not forget the agony when the man had stabbed out his eye. He could not forget that repeated, painful Reincarnation.

Seeing that the man was severely injured, Jiang Ping An did not hesitate to launch a sneak attack.

But the man's senses were extremely sharp. Before Jiang Ping An could fully approach, he was discovered.

There was no way to stop now. Jiang Ping An raised the blade in his hand and charged forward faster.

"You little brat dare to sneak attack This Old Man too? Die!"

Yuan Bin formed a hand seal with one hand, preparing to cast the Fireball Art and finish him off.

But at that very moment, he suddenly felt his fingers stiffen. The technique halted midway, and his casting was interrupted.

Yuan Bin's expression changed dramatically.

Right, this brat had fused with the Blood Eye and mastered that strange power!

Though he had only paused for an instant, Jiang Ping An's blade had already reached him.

"You insolent child! This Old Man is a cultivator of the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion. If you dare kill This Old Man..."

"Pfft~"

Blood splashed, and a bloody gash appeared across Yuan Bin's neck.

When you were sick, he would take your life.

Who cared who you were? Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he would still have to die!

Yuan Bin's remaining hand painfully clutched his neck as blood poured from his mouth.

His eyes were filled with unwillingness, rage, and indignation.

How had the other party's speed become so fast, comparable to Qi Refining Level 6...

Yuan Bin noticed the faint red glow on Jiang Ping An's body and suddenly understood.

So the brat was also a Body Cultivator!

Damn it!

He had once been a Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet he had actually died at the hands of a youth with such a low realm!

If he had not coveted the Blood-Colored Eyes, if he had not coveted the resources on the youth...

Perhaps he would still have been living peaceful, comfortable days in the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion.

But there were no ifs in this world. Every choice was a kind of cause and effect, and that cause and effect would in turn act upon oneself.

Yuan Bin was dead. A former Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator had died at the hands of this unknown minor cultivator.

Jiang Ping An chopped him seven or eight times in succession, and the pent-up frustration in his heart finally eased.

That old bastard had tortured him horribly. If he had not feared that the man still had some hidden trump card, he would have tortured him to death one cut at a time.

Fortunately, the man had been severely injured and had only one arm left. Otherwise, Jiang Ping An truly would not have been able to kill him.

He wondered who had beaten this man into such a miserable state.

He removed the Protective Amulet from the man's waist.

This Protective Amulet was his, though it no longer contained any energy.

Jiang Ping An skillfully searched the corpse for treasures.

He loved searching these people for things. The Blood Qi Art, Phantom Blade, and Blood Qi Pills had all been found on people like this.

Every one of those things had been immensely useful to him.

This old man had been so powerful. He should have had even more treasures on him, right?

"Hmm? There's only one small bag?"

Jiang Ping An searched him for a long time but found no valuable items, only a Small Cloth Bag hanging from his waist, covered in strange runes.

This cloth bag was so light. There definitely could not be anything good inside.

Still, Jiang Ping An pulled open the bag and took a look.

Strangely, despite the bag being so small, its interior was pitch-black, and he could not see anything at all.

"What is this?"

Jiang Ping An held it up toward the sun and looked again, but he still could not see anything.

He grabbed the bottom of the bag and gave it a shake.

Suddenly, a huge pile of things gushed out from the bag, directly burying Jiang Ping An.

Jiang Ping An crawled out from beneath the pile, his little face full of shock and disbelief.

"This thing seems similar to the Treasure Accumulation Basin! It can hold a huge pile of things too!"

Jiang Ping An looked at the Small Cloth Bag in his hand and the huge pile of items before him, utterly thrilled and excited.

After playing with it for a while, he understood how to use it.

Unfortunately, it was not as powerful as the Treasure Accumulation Basin. The Treasure Accumulation Basin could duplicate resources and be stored inside the body, while this cloth bag could not.

This cloth bag only had the ability to store things.

What made Jiang Ping An happy was not the cloth bag that could store things, but the resources inside it.

There were seven or eight weapons alone, and all of them were engraved with strange runes.

Once spiritual energy was poured into them, the runes on the weapons would burst forth with light.

He used a rune-covered blade to strike against the Military Saber used by the Middle Captain, and the Military Saber was effortlessly cleaved apart!

The two weapons were on completely different levels!

Besides the weapons, there were also the techniques Jiang Ping An had longed for day and night!

"Fireball Art," "Earth Wall Art," "Healing Art," "Gale Step."

Jiang Ping An's body trembled with excitement.

He had asked around in the city before. The reason cultivators were powerful was that they could unleash energies ordinary people could not.

For example, this Fireball Art could release flames. The stronger one's cultivation, the more powerful the fireballs one could release.

Then there was the Earth Wall Art, a defensive technique that could raise an earthen wall to block attacks at critical moments.

The Healing Art accelerated healing, while Gale Step increased one's speed.

If he had known these techniques before, he would never have encountered so many crises!

In all the world, only a foolish cultivator like him would trade blade blows with Martial Warriors.

Jiang Ping An finally understood why some people liked becoming Bandits.

The feeling of becoming rich overnight was simply wonderful. He even wanted to ambush and kill another cultivator.

"No, no, I can't turn bad. Mother told me to be a good child."

Jiang Ping An quickly shook his head and suppressed his greed.