Fishing truly was a wonderful thing!
Jiang Yi's smile only deepened at those words, without the slightest anger or embarrassment at being humiliated.
He wanted the Seedling God Tai Sui, but did not wish to murder and rob like the demonic cultivators of antiquity. That would be unbecoming.
After all, he was now the "Fated Person" chosen by the Empress.
The foundations of demonic cultivators from Sect-tier Dharma Lineages were far too shallow. One cast, and they took the bait.
Had this been one of the higher Sect tiers, they would probably have been more cautious.
The thought flashed through Jiang Yi's mind. He wanted to bandy a few more words, doing his utmost to emphasize his helplessness at being forced to retaliate.
But Kang Lanyun, riding his Gui Water True Qi, had already lost patience. He snapped coldly:
"You blind fool! You offended a superior cultivator without even realizing it, and now you dawdle over an apology!
"For someone like you, cultivating is nothing but a waste of Spirit Chance!"
With that, he formed a Method Formula. A great mass of watery light rose from his crown, swelling to more than a dozen zhang tall in an instant. Like rolling emerald waves, it lit up the gloomy sky.
Kang Lanyun's cultivation of Gui Water was quite profound, and his Method Formula excelled at transformations, perfectly embodying the True Intention that "water has no fixed form."
He raised a hand and pointed sharply. The watery light shuddered with a crash and a rushing roar, instantly transforming into long needles of blue-green light as fine as ox hair, which rained down with a crackling barrage!
These "Cold Cloud Life-Reaping Needles" were his signature ability. Using them against a mere cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining was rather wasteful.
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