Boom!
A thunderous explosion.
Lu Ye’s figure turned into a streak of flowing light.
He swept in a rapid arc around the Jiang Clan’s territory, spreading the Fragrance of Attaining the Dao in all directions. Countless eyes turned blood-red with greed.
Lu Ye had indeed realized—after returning from rebirth, he had become utterly vengeful and unforgiving.
The Jiang Clan had already sent Unity Realm cultivators after him—proof enough that their killing intent was set.
So in that case—strike first.
After killing those five Jiang Clan cultivators, Lu Ye had left behind a trap and immediately set off for the Jiang Clan without stopping to rest.
Eat him!
Eat him!
Eat him!
This thought rose up in the minds of everyone.
Even Jiang Die, sealed away in a secret chamber, felt it.
She thrashed violently, her eyes bloodshot, desperate to rush out and devour Lu Ye.
But she couldn’t get out!
One by one, Jiang Clan cultivators soared into the sky, charging toward Lu Ye—men, women, old, young alike.
Unity Realm auras erupted into the heavens.
The Jiang Clan possessed twenty-one Unity Realm cultivators, and over a hundred in the Three-Life Realm.
The third level of the Jiang Clan estate was the clan’s ancestral grounds.
Back then, the Jiang Clan had ascended to the Third Heaven by borrowing the power of the Grand Emperor and the Ancestral Artifact, bringing the entire clan with them—leaving behind only the elderly, infirm, and weak in the Second Heaven.
Even so, in the Second Heaven, the Jiang Clan remained a top-tier power. And in the Third Heaven—they were still among the strongest.
The void collapsed under their collective might.
A surge of blood-red light erupted from Lu Ye’s body.
The Blood-Essence Demonic Escape carried his body away at blazing speed.
But after fleeing just a thousand kilometers—he stopped.
Still well within range of the Jiang Clan’s many divine senses.
“Pfft!”
Lu Ye spat out a mouthful of blood.
The backlash from the Lesser Void Art struck immediately, inflicting serious damage.
He glanced backward.
Countless figures from the Jiang Clan were in pursuit—densely packed.
Strong and weak alike.
Even the Jiang Clan’s spiritual pets had taken flight—chickens, dogs, horses, deer, cranes...
So long as it was a living creature, none could resist the Fragrance of Attaining the Dao.
Boom!
A terrifying divine light shot past Lu Ye’s body, vanishing into the distance.
Lu Ye bolted at full speed, a vast swarm of Jiang Clan members surging behind him. The Unity and Three-Life Realm cultivators were especially fast—blindingly so.
Lu Ye gave everything he had, fleeing madly.
But the gap between them continued to shrink.
Three major realm levels apart—it was simply too large a difference.
Lu Ye once again ignited the Blood-Essence Demonic Escape, brilliant blood light blazing into the sky.
This grand pursuit roared across the heavens, startling countless sects and powerful figures.
When people saw the Jiang Clan chasing someone down, their reactions were—
“What the hell? Which powerhouse pissed off the Jiang Clan? No way—even Jiang Dingtian’s in on it! And he’s running the fastest?! Did someone kill his own son or something?”
“Even the First Elder, Jiang Fengshen, is here!”
“Holy crap... Twenty-one Unity Realm cultivators? That’s ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ the Jiang Clan’s foundation? That’s terrifying. No wonder they span the Nine Heavens. But seriously—what kind of grudge, what kind of enemy, could make all the Jiang Clan’s top experts go blood-crazed like this?”
Jiang Dingtian was already sensing that something was very wrong.
Lu Ye’s current actions made it obvious: he was luring them into a trap. He intended to annihilate the Jiang Clan!
But... what was this fragrance?
Why couldn’t he resist it?
Even his Dao Heart couldn’t suppress his instincts.
Danger!
Danger!
Danger!
Three crimson characters blazed in his mind, yet he still couldn’t stop himself from pursuing.
What kind of sorcery was this?
So eerie it made his scalp tingle.
No. He absolutely could not keep chasing. If he kept chasing—it would lead to catastrophe. A disaster beyond imagination.
“Can anyone restrain themselves?! Stop chasing!!” Jiang Dingtian roared.
“I can’t! I can’t control it—my instincts... my instincts can’t be stopped!” Jiang Fengshen also shouted.
“I can’t control it either! I want to eat him—I have to eat him! Damn it, why is this happening?!”
The Jiang Clan’s Unity Realm cultivators were all roaring.
They could still speak, their minds still conscious—but that only made their despair worse.
In all their years of cultivation, they had never encountered anything like this. This phenomenon was beyond their comprehension.
Lu Ye continued unleashing the Blood-Essence Demonic Escape—his only means of staying ahead.
All other divine arts, spells, and techniques were useless here.
“If any fellow cultivator stops us, the Jiang Clan will owe them a great debt! I swear it on my name as Patriarch—we will repay the favor with utmost sincerity!”
Jiang Dingtian bellowed.
He was smart enough to realize he couldn’t stop himself—so he might as well ask others to intervene. If someone blocked his path, he wouldn’t be able to keep chasing. That, in itself, would count as stopping.
Then he could slowly regain control over himself. It was a viable solution.
But... twenty-one Unity Realm cultivators?
That would scare anyone away.
Who would dare intervene?
Someone did.
A Unity Realm cultivator, upon hearing Jiang Dingtian’s plea, was tempted.
He rose instantly into the sky, placing himself in Jiang Dingtian’s path.
Jiang Dingtian was overjoyed. “Fellow Daoist—this is a debt the Jiang Clan will never forget. From this day forward, you will be our great benefactor—Lesser Void Art!”
He hurled a Lesser Void Art at the man.
Jiang Dingtian was peak Unity Realm.
The intercepting cultivator was only second-layer Unity Realm.
With one strike, the man’s physical body was obliterated. His Nascent Soul fled in terror, face contorted in horror.
What the fck!*
Intercept him?! This wasn’t intercepting—this was suicide! That divine art alone could scare someone to death.
Unless someone of equal standing risked their life in a death match, no one could stop Jiang Dingtian.
And the truth was...
He was already on the verge of mastering the Greater Void Art.
“Quickly summon the Patriarch of the Wang Clan! Contact the leader of the Eternal Teachings Sect! Summon the Invincible Sword Sect’s master! As long as they get the message, the Jiang Clan will reward them all greatly—have them come stop us!”
But the route Lu Ye had chosen to flee along—he had deliberately avoided all the major powers.
Precisely to prevent the Jiang Clan from pulling this kind of trick.
The chaotic stampede stretched the Jiang Clan ranks thin.
The closer one got to Lu Ye, the more frenzied they became.
Meanwhile, those farther away were still overcome with hunger, still wanted to eat him—but as they chased and chased...
Where did he go?
Looking at the empty skies, many of the weaker ones showed confused expressions in their blood-red eyes.
But that daze only lasted a moment. That person had been flying in a straight line. If they just kept chasing, they’d catch up eventually—and then they too could savor that unimaginable delicacy.
“Anyone? Has anyone come to stop us?!” Jiang Dingtian roared.
He was on the verge of despair.
What is this?!
What the hell is this scent?
Why couldn’t he resist it? Why?!
Lu Ye’s essence was nearly depleted. One Blood-Essence Demonic Escape after another—it was wringing him dry.
But before coming, Lu Ye had calculated everything.
He could hold out—just barely—until he reached the Three-Valley Forbidden Grounds.
The Jiang Clan pursuers were drowning in despair.
Lu Ye’s figure appeared above the Three-Valley Forbidden Grounds and finally came to a halt.
He was gaunt, eyes dim.
The backlash from repeated Blood-Essence Escapes had left him wrecked—but it didn’t matter.
Jiang Dingtian truly was formidable—he arrived first, and launched a Lesser Void Art.
What Jiang Dingtian couldn’t understand was: Lu Ye didn’t run into the Forbidden Grounds.
Instead, he put up a full defense.
Boom!
Lu Ye’s body was shattered on the spot, and the intense Fragrance of Attaining the Dao flooded outward in all directions.
Chunks of blood and flesh rained down—right into the Three-Valley Forbidden Grounds.
