Chapter Seven: Escaping the Sea of Suffering (Thanks to the

rounding darkness, several ghost cultivators were lurking.Lu Ye originally thought these ghost cultivators were here to kill him, but now it seems unlikely. If they really wanted to kill him, they sho...Lu Ye wasn't sure how powerful Zhou Cheng was, but he was definitely much stronger than him.

Even though Zhou Cheng was injured, he wasn't someone a clueless cultivator like him could handle casually. To have the heart to kill, one needs corresponding means to back it up, and sharpness is Lu Ye's means!

When he was bored, he had experimented with this sharp spiritual inscription. It could not only be imbued on his palm but also on weapons, and it was even more effective that way.

The moment's radiance left Zhou Cheng stunned; he couldn't believe Lu Ye had become a cultivator at some point!

The two swords clashed, and with a sharp cracking sound, Zhou Cheng was astonished to find his long sword snapped in half.

This really scared him. Facing the enemy with broken weapons is a huge blow.

Just as Zhou Cheng was astonished, Lu Ye's second sword had arrived.

After severing Zhou Cheng's sword, he immediately drew his own blade and slashed at Zhou Cheng's neck.

He didn't understand any sword techniques, nor did he master any mysterious moves. He could only use the simplest slash and hack.

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Zhou Cheng's soul shuddered, every being around him vibrating with fear. They were too close to each other now, and there was no time to retreat. He could only pour all his remaining spiritual energy into a desperate defense, trying to protect himself. Logically speaking, with his cultivation level, he should be able to withstand an attack from someone like Lu Ye, a novice cultivator. Even if the opponent had weapons, they wouldn't be able to pierce his spiritual barrier.

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The sound of a blade slicing into flesh echoed through the air, and Lu Ye felt a few warm drops of blood splatter on his face.

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Gradually, he felt the sounds behind him fade away, and that's when he stopped.

After waiting a while, he turned around and went back. Halfway there, he saw Zhou Cheng lying on the ground. He wasn't sure if the other person was dead or alive, so he picked up a few stones and threw them at Zhou Cheng. Zhou Cheng didn't react at all.

With a brave heart, he stepped forward and came to Zhou Cheng's side. He lowered his head and saw that Zhou Cheng had a lot of blood staining the ground under him. A long sword was still stuck in his neck, and he was already dead.

Although Lu Ye's second sword didn't directly take Zhou Cheng's life, it severed most of the man's neck. With such a severe injury, there was no way Zhou Cheng could survive.

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He walked forward, grasped the hilt of the long sword, and just as he was about to draw it out, a flash in his peripheral vision caught his eye. He looked up, and a chill ran down his spine.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before him. Lu Ye didn't even notice it.

He gritted his teeth, suppressing the panic in his heart, and drew his sword with a grunt. He held it horizontally before him, assuming a defensive posture. His body trembled slightly from tension.

When the people saw his hostility, they couldn't help but laugh. “I sensed a fluctuation of spiritual energy here, so I came to investigate. There’s no need to be nervous.”

He spoke thus, taking step by step towards Zhou Cheng. He came before him, lowered his head for a glance, and nodded slightly: "Remnants of the Evil Moon Valley." Then he raised his head to look at Lu Ye: "Which sect's disciple are you"

Li Ye was in a good mood, happily jogging to catch up with the old man.

The old man glanced at him, a smile playing on his lips as he extended a hand. "Give it to me!"

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The old man took the storage bag, and with a touch of his hand on its opening, a flash of light appeared.

Just as Lu Ye was muttering to himself, the old man tossed the storage pouch back. "I'll take this bottle of Dragon Tiger Pill," the old man chuckled. "It's a great tonic, and you wouldn't be able to handle it anyway. Consider it an act of filial piety to your old man!"

Li Ye held the storage pouch in both hands, and only then did he understand that they hadn't wanted to rob him of his spoils. They knew his cultivation was weak and he couldn't break the restrictions on the pouch, so they had simply done him a favor.

This old man, he's a good person!

Lü Yè thought to himself, “So this is how it feels.” He then politely replied, "Thank you."

My mood is lovely again...iercely competitive.Here, cultivators compete not only with those from opposing factions, but also with fellow cultivators within the same faction. However, as long as they possess sufficient ability,...