novelraw Chapter 236 - 144: Slaying the Cultivator, Dividing the Spoils
Chapter 236 - 144: Slaying the Cultivator, Dividing the Spoils
He had only come to this world to pillage and plunder, and to refine his Magical Treasure.
If these natives were unwilling...
’Shouldn’t they at least give me a chance to talk?!’
’Why are they acting like madmen, charging forward recklessly even when it means being struck down with a single palm strike?’
At first, he had deluded himself into thinking a ruthless slaughter would make these natives cower in fear. But after killing wave after wave, he found himself in a killing frenzy, and yet the natives still refused to fall back.
The Cultivator realized the problem likely stemmed from the young man who had ambushed him earlier. But even with this realization, it was already too late.
His Spiritual Power had dwindled to less than thirty percent, yet the horde of Martial Artists still swarmed him like cockroaches, refusing to back down.
Finally, he was afraid. He couldn’t hold on any longer. He wanted to activate his Magical Treasure and flee for his life. He even wanted to escape all the way back to the Cultivator World in one go and never return to this cursed place.
After all, even though the Cultivator World was fraught with intrigue and life-threatening danger at every turn...
...it was better than this—being treated as an enemy by an entire world.
There was no escape.
The Cultivator raised a hand, bit through his own fingertip, and prepared to activate his Magical Treasure to escape.
Li Chang’an, who had been lying in wait for this very moment, stepped out from the shadows. "I once heard a Saint say, ’Since you are here, you should make yourself at ease,’" he said. "You’ve come all this way, so why not leave your life behind? Consider it repayment of the blood debt owed to the countless innocent souls of the Lower Realm you have slaughtered!"
He was not alone.
Behind him were the elite disciples of the Buddhist, Taoist, and Demon Sects.
They were joined by several top-tier fighters who had reached the level of Martial Arts Mythology decades ago.
The Cultivator ignored Li Chang’an’s words.
Even at this stage, he was confident he could preserve his own life.
He activated the Magical Treasure with his bleeding finger, preparing to force his escape.
But for some reason, the very world around him seemed to come alive in that instant. The surrounding laws became chaotic, as if to forbid his departure.
The Cultivator was horrified.
He seemed to have drawn the attention of the World’s Will.
In other words, the world itself did not want him to leave!
The Cultivator glanced up at the sky, his face a mask of profound terror and Despair.
He knew he couldn’t escape. A hysterical, almost neurotic shriek escaped him. "You’ve gone too far! All of you have gone too far! Even if it means my utter annihilation today, I’ll take you down with me!"
But regardless of his thoughts,
Li Chang’an, Leng Yanran, and the others clearly had no intention of letting him go.
The two sides clashed in a brutal melee.
Although the Cultivator was incredibly powerful, he had been worn down by the relentless assault of nearly ten thousand Martial Artists. By now, he was a spent force.
On top of that, Li Chang’an’s combat prowess was simply absurd.
After half an hour of desperate fighting,
Li Chang’an beheaded the Cultivator with a single sword strike, while Leng Yanran and Ran Qingqiu worked in concert—one pierced his throat, the other his heart, completely extinguishing the Vitality within his body.
The battle had finally drawn to a close.
Li Chang’an had prepared for this for forty years, doing almost everything that could possibly be done. He had secured every advantage—the right time, the right place, and the right people—and yet, it was still a brutal, hard-won victory.
This alone was a testament to just how terrifying Cultivators were!
[Ding! You have successfully Defied Fate!]
[At the age of forty-one, you used your foreknowledge to gather forces and lay ambushes across the Lower Realm. You successfully lured the Cultivator into an encirclement and killed him!]
[By killing a Cultivator, you have been marked with the aura of his death. If you appear before other Cultivators, you will be immediately targeted by them.]
[Rebirth evaluation has increased. You have received an additional 80,000 Rebirth Points!]
...
Staring at the information from the Rebirth Mark that appeared in his vision,
Li Chang’an sighed in relief, yet he couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement.
He had a feeling that his rebirth evaluation this time would likely surpass all his previous ones.
After killing the Cultivator, Li Chang’an took the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which was still swaying in the wind, from his hand.
After studying how to use the Magical Treasure for a moment, Li Chang’an raised the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and gave it a wave. Instantly, a remarkably solid soul was drawn out from the dead Cultivator’s corpse.
The soul was terrified.
The Cultivator had originally planned to feign death, sacrificing his body so his soul could escape and live on.
He had never imagined that Li Chang’an would figure out how to use the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
Or that he would be so cautious.
He struggled desperately, trying to break free from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner’s imprisonment and consumption.
But the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was a Magical Treasure he had personally refined. He had poured an immeasurable amount of his own essence into it, so much so that even he couldn’t break free from its power after losing his physical body.
He couldn’t resist for more than a few breaths.
Li Chang’an used the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to imprison the Cultivator’s soul.
He planned to interrogate it thoroughly later to see if he could obtain more information about the Cultivation World.
As for why he hadn’t taken him alive?
Li Chang’an wasn’t sure what tricks the Cultivator might have up his sleeve. Capturing him alive could have led to unforeseen consequences.
The Cultivator would lose many of his memories in a soul state,
but it was the safer, more reliable option.
...
The battle was over. The small group was covered in blood.
Some of it belonged to the Cultivator, some of it was their own.
After catching her breath, Leng Yanran stared at the Cultivator’s corpse and said, "We won. Come on, let’s see what treasures this so-called Cultivator left behind for us!"
Li Chang’an had taken the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
No one had any objections.