Cultivation: I Can Traverse Otherworlds

Chapter 221: Chapter 205: Sword Light Division

This wisp of Divine Soul Power was merely a trigger, yet it caused the Primordial Spirit to quietly undergo some sort of unfathomable change.

BOOM!

RUMBLE...

A silent thunderclap echoed within Zhou Yuantong’s body as the final Acupoint of the Innate Realm burst open.

But that wasn’t all.

At this moment, her Essence, Qi, and Spirit reached a unique state, and Formless Forget Love began to circulate at a speed far beyond anything before.

Without even needing a Foundation Establishment Pill, the current Zhou Yuantong had a sixty percent chance of breaking through to the Dao Foundation Realm.

Her soaring Cultivation and perception also allowed her to sense an anomaly nearby.

"Come out!"

"Yuann Tong."

Qii Yao dispelled her concealment Spirit Talisman and spoke with a dry laugh,

"Master was afraid you wouldn’t be able to deliver the killing blow to that man surnamed Zhu, so she had me follow you secretly, just in case."

"Thankfully,"

"that scoundrel didn’t succeed."

Qii Yao didn’t know why, but the current Zhou Yuantong felt like a complete stranger to her, so much so that she didn’t even dare to meet her gaze.

"You did very well."

Zhou Yuantong’s expression was cold.

"Thank you."

With a light wave of her pale hand, the soil on the ground rolled back, wrapping around the bodies of Zhu Ju and Songx Zhi and burying them.

"The dream is over."

"It’s all over!"

Closing her eyes and shedding one last tear, Zhou Yuantong transformed into a streak of light and tunneled away into the distance.

She vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Congratulations, Senior Sister, on your Merit Perfection! You have great hope for reaching the Dao Foundation!"

Qii Yao watched Zhou Yuantong depart, cupping her fists and calling out her congratulations loudly. She only lowered her hands after the Tunneling Light had completely disappeared from view.

"Sigh!"

"Her heart is dead with grief. It’s all that scoundrel Zhu’s fault!"

She turned, looked at the fresh grave mound on the ground, and after a moment’s thought, took a Flying Sword from her Qiankun Bag.

"A man like you doesn’t deserve to be buried with... Senior Sister Songx. You’d just be disturbing the couple."

"Get out of there!"

The Sword Light circled into the ground and pulled out a corpse.

"Hmph!"

"You even threatened me back then. I’ll dismember you and feed you to the wild wolves in the mountains! Only that will quench the hatred in my heart."

Gritting her teeth, Qii Yao directed her sword to slash at Zhu Ju.

CLANG...

The sound of a collision rang out.

Zhu Ju’s eyes snapped open. He leaped up from the ground, his Cross and Vertical Saber spinning around him, and looked at Qii Yao with a speechless expression.

"Is it really that serious?"

"You’re going to dismember me over a few jokes from back then? I only talked big; I never actually did anything."

"You..." Qii Yao’s face paled. Pointing at him, she stammered,

"You’re not dead?"

"Obviously." Zhu Ju shrugged.

"Luckily, I have some special talent in Concealment and Disguise. Otherwise, I might not have been able to fool Yuann Tong."

"You... you scoundrel!" Qii Yao, both angry and annoyed, stomped her foot and said,

"So you’ve been lying all along! You... of all the things you’ve said, which part was ever true?"

"That’s not important." Zhu Ju waved his hand dismissively.

"In any case, the matter here is finished, and it’s time for me to leave. The Joyful Sect is not a good place to linger, after all."

"Farewell!"

"Trying to leave?" Just then, a chilling voice came from above.

"Do you think you can?"

The clouds parted, and two figures drifted down lightly. They were none other than Core True Disciple Foo Qiuyue and Inner Sect Disciple Muk Zi.

"What a coincidence."

Muk Zi sneered.

"We just happened to be on a mission nearby and were just wondering how we could ruin Zhou Yuantong’s dao path when we ran into you two."

"You, surnamed Zhu! As a Furnace Tripod for a Core True Disciple, you gained your freedom and even dare to escape the Joyful Sect’s control. Your crimes are heinous and punishable by death."

"And as for Zhou Yuantong..."

"She actually let her own Furnace Tripod go free. That’s a complete disregard for the Sect’s rules. After we kill you, we’ll go and hold her accountable."

"It’s you two?" Zhu Ju raised an eyebrow.

"Fine!"

"I’ve disliked you for a long time. I didn’t get a chance to act back in Wind Moon Valley, but now is the perfect time to let off some steam."

ZING!

The Cross and Vertical Saber trembled lightly.

"Something’s wrong!" Foo Qiuyue’s expression changed slightly.

"A Top-Grade Spiritual Artifact! Junior Sister, be careful!"

"Too late!" Zhu Ju’s eyes narrowed. A flash of saber light flared, ignoring all attempts to block it and slicing across Muk Zi’s throat.

Immortal Demon Slash!

SPURT!

A spray of blood flew through the air.

Muk Zi’s lifeless body fell to the ground.

"Ah!"

It wasn’t until the body hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, that Qii Yao covered her mouth and screamed, looking over with an expression of utter disbelief.

Muk Zi was an Inner Sect Disciple, after all.

Unlike her, who had been promoted from the Outer Sect to the Inner Sect by a stroke of luck, Muk Zi’s strength was not to be underestimated.

’She had a Cultivation at the level of Breaking Six Acupoints, yet she couldn’t even take a single move from Zhu Ju?’

"Damn you!"

Foo Qiuyue’s face was frosty.

"How dare you kill an Inner Sect Disciple of the Joyful Sect."

Muk Zi had been with her for over a decade. Their relationship had long surpassed that of ordinary senior and junior sisters, so she was naturally furious now.

With a flick of her wrist, a string of bells flew out.

TING-A-LING-LING...

The ringing echoed through the void, a decadent sound that stirred distracting thoughts in one’s heart, bypassing all defenses to penetrate directly into the Divine Soul.

Qii Yao’s face instantly turned deathly pale. She wanted to circulate her True Qi to resist, but found she couldn’t muster even a shred of strength.

’This is bad!’

’It’s the Chaotic Love Demon Bell!’

This was a famous Magical Artifact in the Joyful Sect, known for its wondrous ability to trigger another’s Heart Demon.

"Hmph!"

Zhu Ju snorted, completely ignoring the demonic sound as if it were nothing, and his Cross and Vertical Saber swung through the air to slash at Foo Qiuyue.

CLANG...

A Turtle Shell appeared beside Foo Qiuyue.

As a Core True Disciple of the Joyful Sect, how could she not possess a top-tier protective item?

The Turtle Shell was able to withstand the Cross and Vertical Saber without giving an inch; it was clearly also a High Grade Spiritual Artifact.

"Good!"

Foo Qiuyue’s beautiful eyes gleamed as she stared directly at Zhu Ju.

"You’re actually a Broken Nine Acupoints Innate! You’ve hidden yourself so well all these years, even deceiving Dao Foundation Cultivators."

’Nine Acupoints Innate?’

’Who?’

Qii Yao, stunned, turned to look at the figure beside her, whose aura surged and whose True Qi was so vast it was unbelievable.

’Zhu Ju!’

’He’s a Nine Acupoints Innate?’

’How is that possible!’

’When they first met over a decade ago, he was still just an Acquired Martial Artist. How many years has it even been?’

’And I’ve practically spent every day with him for all these years. When did he become a Nine Acupoints Innate?’

’Impossible!’

Although she was unwilling to believe it in her heart, the facts were right in front of her.

Zhu Ju controlled the Cross and Vertical Saber, its light weaving through the air, completely suppressing the Core True Disciple, Foo Qiuyue.

If he weren’t a Nine Acupoints Innate, how could he possess such strength?

"Good!"

"Very good!"

Below, Foo Qiuyue was not shocked but delighted.

"I imagine even Dao Foundation Cultivators would be interested in the secrets you carry. If I can capture you this time..."

"The Sect will definitely reward me handsomely!"

She didn’t believe she was inferior to Zhu Ju, not even with his Top-Grade Spiritual Artifact.

As one of the Great Demonic Sects, the Joyful Sect’s Core True Disciples had resources far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

She even possessed a Treasure that, once activated, could unleash a blow comparable to the full-force strike of a Dao Foundation Cultivator, such as the Heaven-Shaking Thunder Bomb.

SWISH!

With a light wave of her pale hand, several Spirit Talismans materialized out of thin air, transforming into layers of protective shields that enveloped Foo Qiuyue.

Protective Talismans!

Tier One High Grade Protective Talismans.

Not even a Top-Grade Spiritual Artifact could hope to break through them easily, to say nothing of the top-tier Defensive Spiritual Artifact, the Profound Armor Shield, within.

With her worries assuaged, Foo Qiuyue once again flicked a finger, sending a streak of Sword Light straight toward Zhu Ju.

Just then, a SWISH was heard.

A sudden flash of light appeared before her eyes.

The attack that was originally a single saber light suddenly split into five, which converged on her in a pincer formation.

Immortal Demon Slayer!

Wheel of Reincarnation!

"No!"

Foo Qiuyue’s beautiful eyes widened in terror.

"Sword Light Division!"

’That’s clearly the Sword Control Division technique, which only Dao Foundation Cultivators should be able to master. Not one in ten thousand in the Innate Realm can grasp it.’

’Why,’

’of all people, did I have to run into one!’

BANG!

The Protective Talismans shattered instantly. The Profound Armor Shield lasted only a moment longer before breaking apart with a mournful cry.

SPURT!

Foo Qiuyue’s body swayed, and several crisscrossing bloody gashes appeared on her face as her life force rapidly drained away.

A Nine Acupoints Innate,

dead!

On the brink of death, Foo Qiuyue’s eyes still held a trace of unwillingness. She stared fixedly at Zhu Ju’s position.

’Even if I die, my Flying Sword has already been launched. He definitely won’t escape death either.’

’We’ll die together!’

SWOOSH!

Facing the incoming Flying Sword, Zhu Ju’s expression remained unchanged. He simply raised his hand, and a five-colored radiance swept upward.

The Flying Sword was brought to a dead stop.