Qi Xinyue sensed that Cang Beichun must be much stronger than herself. She kept her gaze on Cang Beichun and, upon seeing him reaching out for her, immediately unleashed a Wind Blade Skill and then sidestepped.
Cang Beichun snorted coldly. Did she really think she could escape with him on her tail?
However, as he was about to lock Qi Xinyue down with his True Yuan, he felt a dangerous aura appear in front of him.
If he continued trying to grab Qi Xinyue, he suspected his hand would be cut off.
Where could Cang Beichun dare to continue his grasp on Qi Xinyue? He twisted his body with great speed and managed to dodge the Wind Blade in a split second.
"Crack!" The Wind Blade grazed past Cang Beichun’s clothing, ripping a corner and then splitting a log that Lao Liu had brought over.
Cang Beichun was stunned on the spot, looking at the cleanly cut break in the log, then at the torn part of his garment.
"Very impressive." Far from being afraid, Cang Beichun’s eyes shone with excitement.
This was undoubtedly a top-tier Martial Arts technique, True Essence Blade, and it was done so seamlessly.
He was now at the Innate Perfection Realm and could also create a True Essence Blade, but his was too traceable.
It was almost like the traces left by the sweep of True Yuan, hence more energy-consuming.
"Ha ha ha..." Cang Beichun burst into hearty laughter, even more eagerly fixated on Qi Xinyue: "It seems like you’ve also acquired many treasures in the Kunlun Mountain Range.
Just like you, I have been cultivating here for many years and have encountered some opportunities. Since this is the case, why don’t we join forces to venture through together? Wouldn’t that be a story to tell?"
Qi Xinyue watched Cang Beichun calmly. If it hadn’t been for her concern about disturbing Ding Huan’s cultivation, she would have called him out already.
This Cang Beichun was strong, but likely not a match for Brother Ding.
Lao Liu had already hidden behind Qi Xinyue, looking with disdain at the shameless fellow before them.
Cang Beichun didn’t continue his attack on Qi Xinyue; he probably knew, considering Qi Xinyue’s movements and techniques, that capturing her in the Kunlun Mountain Range wouldn’t be easy.
And moreover, he couldn’t operate the spaceship.
"I guess you must be Fan Yibing from the Federation Army, right? What’s the Federation Army anyway? Just a motley crew.
Let me tell you a fact that you might find hard to accept: there’s a Fierce Beast in the Kunlun Mountain Range that far surpasses the realm of a Ninth-level Genetic Cultivator."
Cang Beichun’s words took Qi Xinyue aback. A Fierce Beast surpassing a Ninth-level Genetic Cultivator? Wasn’t that on par with the Demon Dragon?
That very Demon Dragon had torn apart the entire human corridor defense line. With such a Fierce Beast in the Kunlun Mountain Range, Hua Xia was completely exposed under the gaze of that Demon Beast.
Seeing Qi Xinyue’s interest in his news, Cang Beichun was even more certain that she was Fan Yibing.
Only someone from the Federation Army would be so deeply concerned about a top Fierce Beast.
Cang Beichun continued, "Once such a beast gets out, do you think the army would stand a chance? Chaos on Earth has become inevitable.
Our only concern should be to enhance our own strength, so that one day we might leave Earth.
Even if we can’t leave, at least we should be able to protect ourselves. If we join forces, surviving the treacherous Earth is not impossible."
Seeing the mocking look in Qi Xinyue’s eyes, Cang Beichun remained unbothered:
"You look disdainful now, but soon you will realize that every word I say is true.
I remember before I came to the Kunlun Mountain Range, the Federation wanted to establish a human corridor defense line. Of course, I don’t know if it’s been set up.
Even if it has been established, it wouldn’t hold against the charge of a top Fierce Beast.
You’ll understand once you reach a certain level of cultivation that no amount of numbers can compensate for a change in the quality of strength."
Qi Xinyue was surprised. This guy had been in the Kunlun Mountain Range for such a long time.
He not only didn’t know that the human corridor defense had already been set up but also that it had indeed been breached.
"Before I came to the Kunlun Mountain Range, I set up an organization in the city called the Washing Blade Association.
I am certain that before long, Earth will plunge into chaos, and the Washing Blade Association will become the only human force capable of contending with Fierce Beasts..."
"Enough bragging." An abrupt voice interrupted Cang Beichun’s speech.
Cang Beichun abruptly turned his head and saw Ding Huan emerge with a wooden spear in hand.
Ding Huan was in a good mood. Although it took a bit longer than expected, he had completed his plan and was now a Ninth-level Genetic Cultivator.
Next for him was the Genetic Foundation Establishment.
The Genetic Foundation Establishment might not be easy, but he was not in a hurry.
Compared to his previous life, his starting point was immeasurably higher.
Not to mention anything else, even just the strength of a Ninth-level Genetic Cultivator, once back on Changyi Continent, would make him a force to be reckoned with.
The Changyi Continent also had Foundation Establishment Cultivators, but they were far and few between. Generally, a Ninth-level Genetic Cultivator could dominate a region.
Back then, it was also a Ninth-level Genetic Cultivator who had saved him.
"Who are you?" Cang Beichun stared at Ding Huan, his expression no longer carrying the ease he had when he faced Qi Xinyue before.
Qi Xinyue could perform the Wind Blade Skill, but that didn’t catch his eye. In Cang Beichun’s view, taking down Qi Xinyue was simple.
But Ding Huan gave him an extreme sense of threat, to the point where he even had the illusion that Ding Huan was no lesser than him.
How could this be possible? He was an Innate Perfection martial artist, and he had even acquired some opportunities in the Kunlun Mountain Range.
Not to mention Ding Huan—even the once strongest man in Hua Xia, Zhong Chi, had to bow down in front of him.
"You have a branch in Lu River, ran by a bald man named Yuan Youzhen, which I obliterated entirely.
It’s just that I was too busy at the time, and didn’t have time to find you," said Ding Huan with mockery.
Upon hearing about the destruction of the Washing Blade Association’s Lu River branch, Cang Beichun’s eyes remained calm; his heartstrings were not even slightly stirred.
He spoke indifferently, "Even if you hadn’t killed Yuan Youzhen, I would have gone back to kill him myself. Thank you for taking care of that for me; you shouldn’t have killed the rest of the people in the Washing Blade Association at Lu River..."
Almost the moment his voice fell, a shadow of a whip engulfed Ding Huan.
Ding Huan simply closed his eyes, sensing the formidable strength of the whip shadow.
The aura of slaughter enveloped the space around him for a three-foot radius, and no matter which direction he lunged towards, the enveloping aura of slaughter would instantly converge to a single point.
Just by this alone, Ding Huan understood that the man before him was stronger than Zhong Chi by a notch.
This Lao Zhong indeed boasted too much—what strongest man in Hua Xia? If he wasn’t mistaken, the strongest man in Hua Xia should be the tall and lanky man in front of him.
Ding Huan still did not dodge; he simply thrust the White Hardwood Gun in his hand.
Against an opponent of this strength, he didn’t need to thrust his spear, but Ding Huan thrust just to know how powerful he would be now, combining his realm with the first of the nine strikes.
"Crack!"
A cracking sound echoed through the void, and the whip shadow, which was like a physical entity, seemed suddenly frozen and shattered by extreme ice, then broke apart, falling onto the ground with a clattering.
A frenzied killing intention locked down Cang Beichun’s space for survival; he stood petrified, only able to watch helplessly as the wooden spear appeared at his brow.
And at this moment, the contingency plan he had prepared had no chance to be executed.
A voice roared in his heart, what kind of strength was this? He had reached Innate Perfection, yet he couldn’t even withstand a single move from the opponent’s spear?
Moreover, he was the one who attacked first; the opponent hadn’t even tried to block his whip’s radiance, which disintegrated in an instant.
How did this young man find the flaw in his whip’s shadow in a split second?
How could such a terrifying powerhouse exist on Earth?
"With just this ability, you also want to dominate Earth?" Ding Huan taunted.
Cang Beichun’s face turned deathly pale, as he struggled to calm himself, "Friend, I will trade the secret of my strength here for my life."
"Oh? Then tell me, how strong have you become?" Ding Huan knew that this guy had been cultivating here for such a long time and must have discovered something.
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Cang Beichun was at a loss for words; after reaching Innate Perfection, he had always felt that no other martial artist or genetic cultivator on Earth could stand against him.
Today’s battle with Ding Huan made him doubt whether he was mistaken.
Had he truly reached Innate Perfection? Why did he seem so frail before an unknown youngster?
"Since you have nothing to say, then you can go ahead and die," said Ding Huan as the tip of his wooden spear erupted with killing intent, and a bone-chilling aura of death infiltrated Cang Beichun’s brow.
"Don’t act, I’ll take you to that ruin. I’m certain there’s something there that you need," Cang Beichun called out desperately.
Although he doubted whether his cultivation was truly Innate Perfection, Cang Beichun truly did not want to die.
He had just acquired such a fortune, and to die like this would be too much of a loss.
"Lao Liu, bring a rope over and tie this guy up; he doesn’t look very trustworthy," Ding Huan called out to Lao Liu.
However, he was thinking it would be great if he could make a mark on this guy. He was certain that Cang Beichun wouldn’t stay honest.
But now he couldn’t kill this man; he was still counting on him to lead the way to the Daoist ruin.
He wondered if the ruin mentioned by this man was the same one that Nian Jinqing and others had talked about.
Lao Liu immediately went looking for vines, eager to tie up Cang Beichun and torment him.
Ding Huan was excited; he had just thought about marking this man when the concept of the Mark of Divine Will suddenly sprang to mind.
The Mark of Divine Will was about marking another person with one’s Divine Will.
Even if the target exceeded the range of one’s Divine Will, as long as one could sense the mark, the other party would have nowhere to hide.
This was an absolute killer; overjoyed, Ding Huan quickly followed the engraving method for the Mark of Divine Will to place it on Cang Beichun.
It was surprisingly simple; at first, Ding Huan found the marks somewhat crude, but as he made more and more marks, those traces seemed to gradually disappear.
Poor Cang Beichun had no idea that Ding Huan had placed hundreds of Divine Will marks on him at once.