The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 703 - 396 Ning Xiaoxian’s Little Scheme
He articulated each word deliberately, "This person has always left himself a way out when he acts. What I want you to cut off is precisely his escape route. Finding his base in such a vast territory is extremely difficult. As the saying goes, man proposes but Heaven disposes, yet we must make this gamble! That is why I am sending you. At that time, only you may have the chance to capture him in one fell swoop!"
This very statement brought Tu Jin’s perpetual cold-bloodedness to a boiling point, and he replied in a hoarse yet resolute voice, "Yes!"
Changtian wanted exactly this effect. Although Tu Jin was powerful, ever since he left the secret realm, he had no firm goal, which hindered the growth of his cultivation and clogged his Dao Heart. Now, Changtian was sending him to deal with the ancestral Soul Cultivator, Yin Jiuyou. Even though it was just a clone, the mere thought was enough to make his blood boil with fervor.
This battle was a matter of life or death; this battle was also one fought alone, with no one able to aid him. Should he win, he would acquire the precious inheritance of Yin Jiuyou’s clone; but if he lost, everything would come to an end. Not only for him, but also the secrets of God Demon Prison, everything would be leaked without exception.
Fortune favors the bold; at this time, one must make a last-ditch effort. Essentially, Changtian was putting his life, along with Ning Xiaoxian’s, in Tu Jin’s hands. On the surface, it seemed that Tu Jin was cutting off Duanmu Yan’s path of survival, but wasn’t Duanmu Yan clutching at the lifeline of Ning Xiaoxian and her party? Under such circumstances, how could Tu Jin not, how could he dare not be filled with a fighting spirit?
Combat between souls has always been treacherous; it was both a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and a resolute path to self-sacrifice. Due to this repression before the battle, his Divine Soul experienced intense fluctuations, like a roaring lion, sending out signals thirsting for battle to the adversary.
In the cave, the two faced each other without a word, watching one another intently like hungry wolves, seemingly assessing their opponent. Engaging in a battle with a Soul Cultivator was a completely new experience for both of them.
Just at that moment, a sudden "boom" resonated in the sky like thunder, a tremendous soundwave sweeping through, leaving even this small cave beneath the cliff no exception, as the ground trembled continuously.
For the two who were already on edge, this bolt from the blue undoubtedly served as the signal to commence the battle.
Tu Jin made the first move, twisting and breaking the neck of the Red-crowned Crane, and then, with a ferocious laugh, he lunged forward! 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
The crisp snap of the Red-crowned Crane’s broken neck wasn’t loud, but it hurt Duanmu Yan as if his heart and lungs had been struck together. With the substitute dead, his retreat was cut off. Only by killing this mysterious Soul Cultivator and seizing his body could he escape to the land of the living.
Yet another desperate fight that must be met with full alertness and spirit!
Tu Jin had barely pounced halfway when his soul surged out of the Qishou’s orifices like a cloud of ink, bringing with it an inherent omen of bad luck and gloom. Like a Black Snake, like hair, it coiled around Duanmu Yan’s nose and mouth, and with one concerted effort, it surged into his brain.
The two formidable Soul Cultivators took this man’s brain as their battlefield, unfolding an utterly thrilling prelude to combat.
The expression on Duanmu Yan’s face immediately became as blank as a wooden chicken, with only a silent flow of purple light moving in his eyes.
This small, dark cave also suddenly fell silent.
The battle between souls, like a vortex suddenly rising from the depths of a deep pool, like lava flowing beneath a dormant volcano, was fiercely silent and without a breath of sound. Duanmu Yan’s recent battle with the Hidden Stream people, although tense and exhilarating, was in fact far less perilous than this silent, unseen struggle.
Time slowed its pace. Fifty breaths passed.
Fifteen minutes went by. The cave still lay in silence.
And after an indefinite amount of time, Duanmu Yan’s fingers, hanging beside his legs, suddenly twitched.
A hundred miles away in God Demon Prison, Changtian suddenly spoke, "We’ve won." Joy hard to disclose shone in his eyes.
The two sudden and cryptic words accelerated Ning Xiaoxian’s heartbeat uncontrollably. At the time she was facing Langya, managing to keep her composure took all she had, yet her eyes were filled with a sorrow about to brim over with tears.
They had won! Their high-stakes gamble had finally paid off.
And in this unassuming, inconspicuous cave, Duanmu Yan suddenly collapsed. At the same time, a wisp of black smoke rose from his body and slipped back into the Qishou.
Tu Jin raised his hand to rub the center of his brows, only then feeling the exhaustion of his Heart Power. Rallying his spirits, he searched Duanmu Yan’s body, took the barely breathing leather bag of a body to the Western Heaven, then carried the corpse out of the cave, flung it onto the nearby red soil, and returned to the Ba Snake Mountain Range on his Magic Artifact.
