Martial Cultivator

Struggling to his feet, Chen Chao stood face to face with the white-robed daoist whose daoist aura was surging like a flood.

In any case, there was no logic in placing the common people in front of him while he hid behind them.

Just that at this moment, whether he could still block it was truly hard to say.

No matter what, he had to try.

Chen Chao placed his hand at his waist naturally. That spot had originally held nothing, but at this moment, a sheathed straight saber appeared out of thin air. Chen Chao gripped the hilt and slightly narrowed his eyes.

The saber came out of its sheath by a fraction.

A sharp, chilling surge of qi instantly appeared between heaven and earth. The advancing white-robed daoist, having reached this level of cultivation, naturally sensed it with ease. But even after sensing that aura at this moment, he had no intention of stopping.

Too much time had already been wasted. It could not be delayed any longer.

More importantly, he was absolutely certain that the young man before him was already at the end of his rope, with no strength left to fight. The earlier aura alone, which he had not even managed to evade, was sufficient proof.

So as that chilling aura rapidly closed in, the white-robed daoist merely formed a seal. In front of him, countless intersecting threads were drawn out, like a spiderweb.

Then that spiderweb moved forward together with the white-robed daoist, attempting to block that sharp qi.

But the young martial artist did not dodge or evade. Just before the white-robed daoist reached him, he drew his saber, and at that same instant, it seemed to be accompanied by a low dragon-like cry.

The white-robed daoist’s mind wavered for an instant, but having cultivated for so many years, his dao heart was not so easily shaken. After that brief moment of distraction, he regained his senses. But immediately after, he saw a clear blade of light.

A surge of qi even more chilling than before instantly tore through the barrier before him. The young martial artist’s slash passed through, the sharp blade showing no hesitation as it swept across his daoist robe.

With a ripping sound, the white robe was torn from bottom to top. The white-robed daoist also felt a sudden chill, and instinctively stepped back. Only then did he see, with his own eyes, the straight saber whose blade was gradually turning white carving a shallow saber wound across his body.

If he had not stepped back at that moment, that slash would not have left just a wound, it would very likely have split him cleanly in two.

Even so, he was still shaken with lingering fear.

This young martial artist actually...

Before that thought could fully form, the next instant, that black figure moved with a speed that absolutely should not have existed in his current condition, arriving directly before him. This time, however, he did not raise his saber. Instead, he drove his elbow straight into the white-robed daoist’s chest. With a sudden burst of force, the daoist’s chest qi was shattered, and his entire body was sent flying backward hundred feet before he could barely regain his footing.

But in the next moment, the white-robed daoist steadied himself in the distance and actually laughed.

The young martial artist’s strike earlier had been flawless in timing and execution, there was nothing to criticize. But there was one problem: despite such a perfect strike, it had failed to kill him, not even severely injure him.

What did that mean?

It meant the young martial artist was out of options. This much was certain.

Chen Chao gave a self-deprecating smile. This battle had consumed too much. With his heavily injured body, reaching this point was already more than enough. The meager qi he had managed to accumulate could only go this far.

The white-robed daoist was just about to speak when he suddenly looked up.

In the distant sky, a streak of crimson light suddenly descended onto the long street, like a drop of cinnabar. However, this drop of cinnabar was a bit too large.

The light landed and revealed its true form: a woman in a crimson dress. She glanced at the pale-faced young martial artist, whose body could barely remain standing, and grumbled, “Do you really have to keep hiding from me?”

Before Chen Chao could respond, the woman had already arrived beside him. She raised an arm as white as jade, cut open a wound at her wrist, and pressed it directly to his mouth.

“I won’t heal your injuries, I won’t seek death either. But you can’t let just anyone bully you, right?! You’re Chen Chao!”

Through tearful words, the young woman muttered, “Something that could be solved just by eating me, and you refuse to do it. You insist on being a good person, thinking of everyone else, but who is thinking of you?”

The white-robed daoist frowned. Although he did not know what the identity of the woman in the crimson dress was, for some reason, the moment she cut her wrist, he felt an especially dense fragrance.

As if it were a spiritual herb overflowing with medicinal fragrance.

Plus, this woman immediately cut her wrist upon arrival to feed Chen Chao her blood.

A strange look flashed across the white-robed daoist’s eyes.

But he quickly rushed forward again. At this moment, he clearly understood that if Chen Chao was given even a moment to catch his breath, everything would soon be utterly ruined.

However, the moment he moved forward, the young martial artist had already reached out and taken Zhu Xia’s wrist, then tore a strip from his robe to bandage her wound. After that, the Great Liang Dynasty’s youngest ever Lord Warden Commander said nothing, only pulling Zhu Xia behind him.

After releasing her hand, the young martial artist sheathed his saber.

He exhaled a breath, carrying a dense medicinal fragrance.

Immortal medicine was truly tempting, especially for him in his current state. In that brief moment just now, Chen Chao had already formed countless thoughts of swallowing Zhu Xia whole.

If he were not Chen Chao, he likely would have done so.

An immortal medicine delivered to his doorstep, yet he still had to push it away. It was truly torturous.

Earlier, he had only drunk a few drops of Zhu Xia’s blood, yet at this moment, the severely damaged meridians within his body could be said to have regained vitality once more.

All things surged into growth.

Even his dried-up meridians had once again become filled with qi.

Chen Chao no longer doubted that consuming Zhu Xia would immediately heal his injuries. This woman, after taking human form and cultivating daoist methods, had unknowingly carved out an entirely different path, and was no longer comparable to ordinary immortal medicine.

Although Zhu Xia could not yet be considered divine medicine, her effects were likely not far off from it.

Chen Chao narrowed his eyes. His origin injuries could not be healed by these two drops of immortal medicine, but at this moment, facing this white-robed daoist again, he could truly be said to have overwhelming superiority.

There was no need to draw his saber.

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