Cultivation: I Can Traverse Otherworlds

"Kill!"

Fann Jie, disguised amongst the Five Poison Sect disciples, clutched his long saber, ducked low, and suddenly charged out from the crowd.

’Why would the Bright Void Sect choose to suddenly attack the Five Poison Sect now? I’m not going to die here, am I?’

’No!’

’I can’t die!’

’I, Fann Jie, still have a great future ahead of me!’

As these thoughts raced through his mind, the Black Saber in his hand flashed, slitting the throats of two Outer Sect Disciples from the Celestial Sword Lineage.

SPURT!

Fresh blood splattered.

Fann Jie didn’t slow down, not even bothering to pick up the Qiankun Bags from the corpses. He transformed into a Black Wind and charged ahead. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

There was still one person not far away!

He had to kill them all, or he’d never escape the Bright Void Sect’s pursuit!

In a single flicker, he covered several dozen feet, and the figure seated cross-legged on a mountain rock came into view.

White robes with gold thread.

An Inner Sect Disciple of the Bright Void Sect!

’Crap!’

His heart leaped in shock, but when he sensed the aura coming from the other person, a cruel, cold sneer couldn’t help but spread across his face.

’Breaking One Acupoint?’

’Die!’

Zhu Ju frowned at the blurry figure charging toward him. His expression turned grave as he raised a hand and summoned his Five-Pointed Flying Saber.

Three Acupoints Innate.

Judging by how the opponent had just killed two Outer Sect Disciples of the Bright Void Sect in a single move, his chances of winning without using his Flying Saber were slim.

Even a lion uses its full strength to catch a rabbit. Zhu Ju certainly didn’t want to be capsized in a ditch by an easy opponent.

SWISH!

Five cold glints of light shot out like lightning.

"A Flying Sword!"

The newcomer cried out in alarm as a layer of black Qi erupted from his body.

The black Qi swirled in the air, instantly dimming the light of the Five-Pointed Flying Saber and even greatly diminishing its Spirituality.

’What the hell?’

Zhu Ju’s heart pounded. Spiritual Light flared in his eyes as he commanded the Five-Pointed Flying Saber to churn wildly toward the figure within the black Qi.

Five Elements Sword Technique—Celestial Escape Sword Ring!

In an instant, the Five-Pointed Flying Saber circled, its Sword Qi forming a spiraling vortex of death that surged toward the target.

As one of the Killing Moves from the Sword Formulas, its power was naturally astonishing.

SPURT!

SPURT! SPURT!

Flashes of blood immediately erupted from the newcomer’s body, but the Five-Pointed Flying Saber also lost its Spirituality and fell to the ground with a CLANG.

"Heh..."

Fann Jie let out a cold laugh as his saber flashed repeatedly.

SWOOSH!

The figure before him was torn to shreds without any resistance.

’Huh?’

Though he had dispatched his opponent with ease, Fann Jie felt no joy. Instead, a sense of danger welled up inside him.

A Paperman!

The shattered figure turned into scraps of paper that fell to the ground.

The Skin Painting Technique!

Several dozen feet away, Zhu Ju’s expression was grave. A scroll was already unfurled in his hand as he furiously channeled his True Qi.

The Ten Thousand Swords Map!

SWISH!

SWISH! SWISH!

Streams of Sword Qi burst from the scroll, converging in the air to form a rain of a thousand arrows that showered down on his opponent.

Thanks to his previous experience, the power the Ten Thousand Swords Map displayed in his hands this time was even greater.

He even had enough power left over to grind the nearby Five Poison Sect disciples to dust on the spot.

"What is this?"

A paper painting becoming a person, ten thousand swords becoming rain—such a technique was beyond Fann Jie’s expectations, and his expression changed dramatically.

CLANG CLANG CLANG...

BOOM!

He swung his long saber, abruptly kicking up a Black Wind that surged upward and scattered the sky-filling Sword Qi.

But the Sword Qi seemed endless. The Black Wind could only hold it back for a moment; it was bound to fail eventually.

PFFT!

Under the frantic barrage of a thousand streams of Sword Qi, Fann Jie’s Sword Momentum faltered, and another wound appeared on his body.

More and more wounds appeared.

In the blink of an eye.

He was a man drenched in blood.

Just as his opponent was about to collapse, the Ten Thousand Swords Map was the first to give out. A ball of flame ignited in the center of the scroll.

The sky-spanning Sword Qi also quietly dissipated.

"AHH!"

Fann Jie’s eyes were bloodshot. Gritting his teeth, he let out a low roar and transformed into a streak of bloody light, pouncing viciously toward Zhu Ju.

"Die!"

"Heh..."

Zhu Ju narrowed his eyes and chuckled softly. His Cross and Vertical Saber sang as it left its sheath. He leaped up, saber in hand, and the two figures collided in mid-air.

Ghost God Limit!

Limited Ghost God!

His True Qi, Physical Body, and Divine Soul had solidified his Saber Technique. Every move and every form was packed with Giant Power.

His speed, moreover, was pushed to the absolute limit.

CLANG CLANG CLANG...

The two sabers clashed no less than a hundred times in a single instant, Sword Qi howling in all directions, slicing apart chunks of mountain rock.

BANG!

The two of them landed at the same time.

Zhu Ju glanced at the long saber in his hand, his expression visibly darkening.

The Cross and Vertical Saber,

actually had several nicks in it!

The Cross and Vertical Saber had been forged by Zheng Hong using the resources of an entire nation. While it wasn’t the sharpest, its hardness had never been a disappointment.

It could even withstand blows from Magical Artifacts without a scratch.

And now,

it had been nicked by that seemingly unremarkable Black Saber. Didn’t that mean the quality of his opponent’s saber was better?

Moreover...

What kind of Saber Technique was this person using? Its profundity was in no way inferior to his Ghost God Limit. He was actually able to trade blows with him despite being heavily injured.

What if he weren’t seriously injured?

’There are no what-ifs!’

Zhu Ju tightened his grip on his long saber and lunged forward again.

HUFF... HUFF...

Sweat beaded on Fann Jie’s forehead. Blood gushed ceaselessly from his wounds, and the blood loss was so severe he even felt faint.

’This can’t go on!’

’I can’t drag this out. If I keep going, even if I win, I won’t have the strength to escape.’

’I need to end this quickly!’

SWISH!

Black Death filled the sky!

As the saber’s light flared, the surroundings suddenly darkened, and an invisible Stern Slaughter Intent rushed forward.

Zhu Ju held his breath and swung his saber to meet the incoming attack.

First Limit—Thousand Mountains Locking Mist!

BOOM!

Saber force and True Qi collided in mid-air.

Fann Jie’s eyes twitched. He achieved Human-Saber Unity and charged forward, like a jet-black saber gleam tearing through the void.

What met him was also a gleam of saber light.

Second Limit—Underworld Pattern!

CLANG!

The two sabers clashed.

Another nick appeared on the blade of Zhu Ju’s saber, and a few small cracks even appeared on it.

Perhaps,

with the next clash, the Cross and Vertical Saber would shatter on the spot.

Before Fann Jie could show any joy, a sliver of bright moonlight abruptly appeared, silently spilling onto the ground.

’No!’

’That’s not moonlight, it’s the light of a saber!’

Third Limit—Broken Moon Knocking!

A broken moon sliced through the void, seeming to move slowly but actually flashing past Fann Jie’s body in an instant. Zhu Ju’s figure appeared several dozen feet away.

The broken moon crossed the sky, a phantom shifting between illusion and reality.

"Good!"

"What a good Saber Technique!"

Fann Jie’s body went stiff, the image of the broken moon still lingering in his eyes. A bitter smile appeared on his face as he pitched forward and fell to the ground.

Three Acupoints Innate!

Dead!

"Who was that guy? So hard to deal with."

Turning around, a somewhat exhausted Zhu Ju picked up the Flying Saber from the ground, a pained look immediately appearing in his eyes.

Its Spirituality was greatly diminished!

Although it wasn’t completely ruined, it was close. There was no telling how long it would take to restore it to its original state.

"Luckily, the Five-Pointed Flying Saber and the Ten Thousand Swords Map heavily wounded him first. Otherwise, even after comprehending the Third Limit, I would have had to flee today."

"And judging from the Body Technique he just displayed, I might not have even been able to escape."

"Huh?"

"This Qiankun Bag actually has a Restriction on it!"

Ordinary Qiankun Bags could usually be opened with a bit of Innate True Qi, but this person’s Qiankun Bag had an extra layer of Restriction.

No one but the owner could open it.

But now that the owner was dead, there were ways to grind away the Restriction, which made Zhu Ju feel a bit of anticipation for what was inside.

WHOOSH... Just as he finished collecting his spoils of war, a gust of wind rushed over, and a middle-aged man landed before him.

Judging from his clothes and appearance, he was an Inner Sect Disciple of the Celestial Sword Lineage.

"Senior Brother!"

Zhu Ju stopped what he was doing and clasped his hands in a salute.

"Junior Brother..." The middle-aged man looked at the corpse on the ground, his face filled with astonishment.

"You killed him?"

"It was a lucky break," Zhu Ju said.

"He was already heavily injured, so I had an advantage. Unfortunately, two Junior Brothers from the Celestial Sword Lineage also met their end."

"It can’t be helped. In a situation like today’s, casualties are inevitable." The man composed his expression and said,

"I am Bao Xin of the Celestial Sword Lineage. And you are, Junior Brother?"

"Zhu Ju." Zhu Ju asked,

"Who was this man?"

"His name is Fann Jie, a disciple of the Black Death Master," Bao Xin said.

"The Black Death Master is a Dao Foundation Cultivator in the Ten Thousand Mountains. For you to kill Fann Jie, Junior Brother, your strength must be extraordinary."

"A lucky break," Zhu Ju said with a dry laugh.

"A really lucky break."

"Senior Brother, what is the Black Death True Man’s temperament like? Since I’ve killed his disciple, will he retaliate?"

"Er..." Bao Xin was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Junior Brother, you worry too much!"

"The Black Death True Man has lived for over two hundred years. If he doesn’t have three hundred disciples, he has at least two hundred. What’s one Fann Jie?"

"Besides..."

He looked up at the horizon and said,

"It’s uncertain whether the Black Death True Man will even survive today. He may have already been eliminated by the Sect elders."

"That’s good, that’s good." Hearing this, Zhu Ju couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Bao Xin smiled, then turned to avoid Zhu Ju’s gaze. His expression sank slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes.

’Brother Fann, I already created an opportunity for your younger brother, but alas...’

’I did my best in this matter!’

’You can’t blame me!’

...

「Overnight.」

The Five Poison Sect, a sect with a legacy spanning several hundred years and thousands of Disciples, had its headquarters razed to the ground by the Bright Void Sect.

Of the three giant ships, one was left behind to clean up the aftermath, while the other two once again broke through the sky and sailed off into the distance.

Their direction.

Was not toward the Sect’s headquarters.

Only then did Zhu Ju and the others realize that the annihilation of the Five Poison Sect was just the beginning.

The Bright Void Sect,

was taking this opportunity to establish its inviolable authority in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

「Soon after.」

The Yin Mountain Eighteen Thieves, a famous group of Tribulation Cultivators known for commanding beasts and enslaving ghosts, were completely wiped out.

The bandits of Soul-Loss Dock, the Poison Dragon Abyss Bandits, and the Wind Howling Ridge Bandits were successively annihilated by Bright Void Sect disciples descending from the sky.

...

「Within seven days.」

The three Void Treasure Ships rampaged for ten thousand li.

Of the Bright Void Sect’s seven Dao Foundation Cultivators, one remained to guard the Sect, while the other six were all deployed.

All sorts of powerful Magical Treasures displayed their might.

Seven days.

Hundreds of thousands of thieves and bandits were exterminated!

Blood filled the land!

For a time, the border region of the Ten Thousand Mountains was gripped by panic. Even the Xiao Family’s Marketplace activated its Array to forbid entry and exit.

The fierce bandits who usually roamed the area vanished without a trace.

The Bright Void Sect.

Had become an existence that could not be provoked.