Jiang Liu followed He Shui and his group from a distance for about half an hour. Finally, He Shui, who was walking at the front, stopped with his men.
He Shui turned around and called out to the distant bushes, "You've been following me for so long, it's time to come out!"
After waiting for a while and seeing that the bushes still didn't react, he quickly used Water Escape Technique. With a flash, he unleashed a devastating wave of water at the bushes.
Just as the Water Primal Qi reached the grass, a flash of light suddenly appeared and slashed towards it.
Jiang Liu flashed and unleashed the Demon Suppression Blade Technique with his broadsword. He Shui countered with the Ocean Surge Swordplay.
Since their martial arts proficiency was similar, although He Shui's cultivation level was one rank higher than Jiang Liu's, Jiang Liu's energy reserves were not much lower. Therefore, the two fought evenly, with neither gaining a clear advantage.
The two exchanged more than a dozen blows without a clear winner. Immediately, He Shui's men became anxious and quickly surrounded them.
He Shui was about to call his men to come and surround them when he saw that they had surrounded them without him having to give any orders. He snorted to himself, thinking, "You guys are smart enough. Otherwise, you'd be in for it when we get back."
He Shui and his brother He Lie wielded immense power and were extremely arrogant in the White Lotus Sect branch in Wind City. They didn't need to pay attention to anyone except the branch leader. If they weren't unable to defeat the branch leader, they would have even tried to bring him down.
Seeing He Shui's men surround him, Jiang Liu suddenly leaped away. He Shui, seeing Jiang Liu trying to escape, quickly gave chase.
Seeing He Shui chasing after him, Jiang Liu hurriedly turned around and slashed at He Shui with his sword. He Shui quickly raised his sword to meet the attack. Instantly, the swords clashed, and Jiang Liu's sword flew out of his hand. He Shui missed his target, and Jiang Liu had already closed in. With his left hand, he threw an Ice Blade straight at He Shui's dantian.
"Pfft!" He Shui spat out a mouthful of blood, and a moment later, his dantian meridians exploded.
Jiang Liu had already used his Wind Walk, flashing to the remaining White Lotus Sect cultists, wielding an Ice Blade in both hands, reaping their lives.
It seems like a long time, but actually, from the start of their fight to Jiang Liu wiping them all out, less than two minutes passed.
It's just that we haven't been able to find an opportunity to He Shui.
Jiang Liu reviewed his fighting style. Although his Ice Blade could now easily deal with Eighth Rank Martial Practitioner, he needed to find the right opportunity to strike. Otherwise, if the opponent was on guard, it would be difficult to win.
So I'm still missing a technique for mental intimidation, even though my mental strength is quite high. I tested it with He Shui before, and if I don't deliberately expose myself, He Shui won't be able to detect me at all.
This proves that the mental strength of an average Eighth Rank Martial Practitioner is not as high as mine, Jiang Liu thought to himself.
Jiang Liu searched all the members of the dozen or so White Lotus Sect members, packed everything up without examining it closely, and wrapped it in a large bundle. As for weapons, he only took He Shui's ninth-grade sword and another Seventh Rank Martial Practitioner's ninth-grade saber before leaving.
The strong smell of blood here could easily attract a pack of Exotic Beast or other people to spy on us.
Jiang Liu Wind Walk thicket of weeds and immediately entered the grove of giant trees. He habitually built a makeshift shelter in a large tree for the night and began to take stock of his spoils.
There are no cultivation techniques or secret manuals; this is for those preparing to fight desperately in the mountains, unlike the one in Soul Valley who went into the mountains to practice their skills.
Aside from the Jade Bamboo Shoots they had previously divided up, there were some beast cores, silver notes, hidden weapons, and everyday pills. Jiang Liu picked up the Jade Bamboo Shoots; they looked much the same size and shape as ordinary bamboo shoots. The only difference was the color.
Jiang Liu didn't know what use it was, but he figured it was probably similar to ordinary bamboo shoots—either used in soups or boiled. How about roasted bamboo shoots? Maybe he should try that tomorrow? But he decided to put it aside for now and focus on cultivating with beast cores tonight!
Jiang Liu meditated and cultivated for a while with the beast core in his hand. It wasn't until midnight that Jiang Liu began to practice the Soul Technique.
After cultivating for about half an hour, a cool sensation suddenly welled up from the depths of his mind and filled his entire brain. Jiang Liu knew that he had mastered the Soul Technique. Looking at the Data Panel, sure enough: Soul Technique (Heaven Grade, Peak Rank, Beginner Level 1/920).
Jiang Liu continued Soul Refining Technique for half an hour before stopping.
He dispersed his consciousness and looked around. He immediately noticed that it was different from what he usually saw. It was like a black and white world had become colorful. The difference was quite significant. Sure enough, once the Soul Technique was cultivated well, his mental power became much stronger.
The next day, early in the morning,
Jiang Liu continued deeper into the mountains. Not far from the forest, he noticed some movement and saw two sixth-grade Exotic Beast Iron Beak Eagles, hunting overhead.
Jiang Liu leaped into the air, wielding his broadsword, and slashed at one of the Iron Beak Eagles.
The first Iron Beak Eagles cried out in pain and plummeted to the ground, while the remaining Iron Beak Eagles shrieked and flapped its wings to fly away.
Jiang Liu landed, dug out the Iron Beak Eagles's core, wiped it casually, and tossed it into his pouch. He continued walking forward.
A canyon appeared ahead, with steep cliffs on both sides and lush, verdant trees. Jiang Liu gazed at the canyon, wondering if such a treacherous place held any treasure.
Suddenly, a cry of an eagle rang out, and an eighth-rank eagle with a wingspan of more than a meter, pure black feathers, sharp claws, and a beak that gleamed with an eerie light appeared in the sky above.
Followed by more than ten sixth-rank Iron Beak Eagles.