Liu Changxu seized the opportunity and directed the Dragon Spring Sword in a relentless assault on the Evil Cultivator. As his combat experience grew, his Sword-Controlling Art became increasingly refined, and he could now send out and recall his sword with effortless control.
Under Liu Changxu's divine sense, the Dragon Spring Sword darted around the Evil Cultivator like a flying rainbow, launching fierce attacks that left no trace to follow, like an antelope hanging by its horns.
The Evil Cultivator could only struggle to direct his flying sword to block. But he was gravely wounded, and his prolonged flight had exhausted his spiritual energy. His movements grew slower and slower, and defending himself became ever more difficult!
Seeing this, Liu Changxu seized the opening and activated an upper-grade first-tier Falling Stone Talisman. In an instant, enormous rocks filled the sky and hurtled toward the Evil Cultivator.
The Evil Cultivator hurriedly brought out a middle-grade first-tier Star-Iron Shield to block the falling rocks!
But Liu Changxu's attack came like thunder before one could cover one's ears, exposing a gap in the Evil Cultivator's defenses. The Dragon Spring Sword under Liu Changxu's control seized that opening and severed his head in a single strike.
After the battle, Liu Changxu swept the battlefield, collecting an upper-grade first-tier Purple Gold Sword and a middle-grade first-tier Star-Iron Shield. He also found five Storage Bags at the Evil Cultivator's waist. It seemed this Evil Cultivator had committed no small number of robberies. With so many Storage Bags, Liu Changxu had reaped quite a windfall!
Since Liu Changxu was already far from the Lineage's encampment, he did not inspect the Storage Bags, unwilling to leave his father and fellow clansmen worrying. Instead, after resting in meditation and recovering his spiritual energy, he immediately set off back to the encampment.
When Liu Changxu returned safely to the Lineage's encampment, his father, Liu Shihao, gave him a thorough scolding! Liu Changxu also felt a chill of belated fear. If that Evil Cultivator had met up with accomplices or had some other trick held in reserve, then without the support of the Lineage's cultivators, Liu Changxu would surely have been the one to die.
Thus, Liu Changxu could only meekly listen to his father's lecture, not daring to talk back!
Only then did Liu Changxu notice that his father's leg was injured too. The wound had clearly already been treated with a medicine to stop the bleeding and bandaged, and anything amiss was only noticeable when he walked!
Liu Changxu hurriedly asked about his father's injury, but Liu Shihao said dismissively, "It's nothing! I was just careless and had a little skin scraped off by an Evil Cultivator's magical artifact!"
How could Liu Changxu feel reassured? "No, I have to see it!" he said. Just then, Second Elder Liu Qiushui came over and said, "Changxu, your father is fine. His injury isn't serious!"
His father, Liu Shihao, said, "All right, then! Take a look!" As he spoke, he lifted his Cultivator Robe and let Liu Changxu inspect the bandaged wound on his thigh.
Fortunately, the Evil Cultivator's magical sword had only sliced away a piece of skin and flesh. That was nothing serious for a cultivator. With a cultivator's powerful recuperative abilities and the aid of healing pills, it would soon heal.
Liu Changxu still felt a lingering fear. Battles between cultivators really are treacherous! If Father had reacted even a little more slowly, he might well have lost that leg, or even his life. After all, in a clash between cultivators, life and death are decided in a single instant!
Seeing his son's expression, Liu Shihao quickly guessed what he was thinking and said solemnly, "Cultivators defy Heaven to wrest their lives from its grasp. How could there be no fighting? How could there be no deaths or injuries? If you fear death, then don't cultivate! We who cultivate must forge bravely ahead, yet never lose our caution!"
His father's teaching struck Liu Changxu like sacred nectar poured over his head, bringing sudden enlightenment! A resolute light shone in his eyes!
By now, the battlefield had been cleared. In this battle, the Lineage had killed thirteen Evil Cultivators and seized thirty-eight Storage Bags. Naturally, these confiscated Storage Bags were the shared spoils of the Lineage's cultivators.
The five Storage Bags Liu Changxu had obtained from the late-stage Qi Refinement Evil Cultivator he killed, for instance, were not included in that tally.
After the battlefield had been cleared, they opened the Storage Bags under Grand Elder Liu Qiusheng's direction, took out their contents, then sorted and counted the items!
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