Slaying Demons: Starting with Upgrading my Calligraphy-Chapter 439 - 391: I Am the Heaven!

"Who are you?"

The man in mourning clothes, whose head was the only thing left in Qi Xiu’s hand, strained to speak, his blood-red eyes brimming with deep resentment.

"Your killer."

Tired of wasting words with this Demonic Cultivator Daoist, Qi Xiu lifted the head of the man in mourning clothes. His two fingers suddenly pierced the man’s Ancestral Aperture at the forehead, plucking something from within his soul.

Threads of golden light enhanced the fragmented iron, and with layers of oppressive seals, the Divine Fragmented Iron was firmly suppressed.

After taking the mysterious Divine Fragmented Iron and storing it inside the Golden Cry Jade Beads, Qi Xiu’s gaze shifted slightly. A rainbow burst out from the Primordial Sword Gourd at his waist, swiftly wrapping up the continually cursing and howling head of the man in mourning clothes and pulling it into the gourd.

Although this Demonic Cultivator Daoist was not comparable to a divine corpse, he was indeed Blood-Stained Peak material and could somewhat increase the power of the Sword Gourd, promoting proficiency in the Gourd Sword Skill.

Feeling the gradually weakening vibrations inside the Sword Gourd at his waist, Qi Xiu lowered his gaze toward the white-robed monk and Su Ye not far away.

Ever since he learned how hopeless his Great Tribulation of Dao Body was, he had begun scheming to find a sliver of hope in his certain-death predicament. His main challenge was the impending Dao Body Realm breakthrough, during which he would gradually lose all his Cultivation and revert to a mere mortal. In the Valley of Deceased Gods, lacking Cultivation was akin to a sheep entering a den of wolves. Therefore, his plan was simple: eliminate all the vicious wolves before he transformed into a helpless sheep. With no enemies left, what would it matter if he lost all his Cultivation and became so weak he couldn’t even tie up a chicken?

After nodding to Fahai and Su Ye, Qi Xiu turned and transformed into an elusive and agile wisp of cloud, disappearing in an instant.

"This Daoist is extremely formidable," Su Ye exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock, having witnessed Qi Xiu cut down the man in mourning clothes with a single hand and even forcefully destroy his Magic Artifact.

Clearly, this young Daoist is also a prodigy from a major sect or influential family. He might even be stronger than Fahai, the Zen Master of Jinshan Temple, who’s right beside me!

This thought arose in Su Ye’s mind, and he subconsciously glanced at Fahai beside him, curious to see the Zen Master’s reaction after encountering a peer of equal or even greater caliber.

However, Su Ye was soon disappointed. Fahai’s eyes showed no change; they were serene and indifferent, without a ripple.

It seems the young Daoist’s appearance hasn’t left the slightest mark on his steadfast Buddhist heart.

"Today, I’m grateful for your rescue, Master. If there’s ever anything Su Ye needs in the future, please don’t hesitate to ask," Su Ye said, clasping his hands together and thanking Fahai sincerely.

"You are too courteous, layman," Fahai replied, chanting a Buddhist invocation. "It is our duty as cultivators of the Righteous Path to subdue demons and eradicate evil. Buddha is compassionate. This time, the Valley of Deceased Gods is unlike before; hidden currents are surging. You should be even more careful, layman."

Fahai nodded to Su Ye and then stepped into the air, departing once more.

"I understand, Master. Please take care as well," Su Ye said.

Watching the two prodigies leave one after the other, Su Ye couldn’t help but shake his head with a smile.

Comparisons are truly odious; some things just pale in comparison. They’re all at the Blood-Stained Peak, yet the gap is so vast!

Sighing inwardly, Su Ye immediately perked up. He had lived for 780 years, devoted to seeking the Dao. Coming to the Valley of Deceased Gods this time, he was prepared to embrace the sentiment of "hearing the Dao in the morning and dying content in the evening."

These Demonic Evil Cultivators have arrived at the perfect moment, he thought. I was finding those Divine Puppets in the Valley of Deceased Gods so dull and monotonous, utterly boring. Now that you scoundrels are here, your grandfather gets to vent!

Having cultivated the Dao for more than seven hundred years, Su Ye would not be discouraged by these few setbacks. Instead, the emergence of these Demonic Evil Cultivators had awakened his long-dormant combative spirit.

After all, I’m a man about to die anyway. If I can drag a few Demonic Evil Cultivators down with me before I die... Damn it, that would be absolutely thrilling!

After killing the man in mourning clothes, Qi Xiu continued to roam the Valley of Deceased Gods, bolstered by his Clear Moon Cloud Robe.

His speed was unparalleled at the Blood-Stained Peak, and his presence was elusive, barely detectable.

Those Demonic Evil Cultivators believed they held an absolute advantage over the Human Race in the Valley of Deceased Gods. Possessing the mysterious Divine Fragmented Iron, they thought themselves immune to God’s Loathful Remnants. Consequently, they acted with arrogant recklessness, fearing nothing. Their presence was conspicuous; from hundreds of miles away, one could see the sky-darkening, haughty clouds of black demonic mist, making them much easier for Qi Xiu to find.

"You Daoist are so heartless! Don’t be smug! This time, all of you beasts shall perish here in this valley, just like those divine corpses buried deep underground!" a Demon shrieked. It was covered in coiling black fur, with three heads, a grotesque, not-quite-human face, a bloated, fat body, and a mouth full of fangs, now impaled on the ground by the slender and sharp Primordial Sword Mang.

Caught off guard by Qi Xiu’s sudden attack, these few Demonic Evil Cultivators had initially thought their superior numbers would prevail. Being at the same Blood-Stained Peak realm, they had been certain they could counter-kill this reckless Human Cultivator.

But who would have thought that this unassuming young Daoist possessed such incredibly terrifying methods? 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The gourd hovering above his head shook gently.

Three Sword Lights, like rainbows piercing the sun, roared out with awe-inspiring force, enough to shatter mountains and split cliffs, and their speed was immense and elusive.

Moreover, each clash with these Sword Lights unleashed a terrifying suction force from within them.

After a few exchanges, most of their Cultivation and flesh had been sucked away, and they had no way to counter it.

Simultaneously, an extremely subtle yet insidiously corrosive secret power hidden within the Sword Lights silently decayed their souls.

This caused them to become dazed and muddled, so much so that they couldn’t react even when a Sword Light was pressed against their necks.