Chapter 1683 - 1030: Windfall
Chapter 1683: Chapter 1030: Windfall
"Using the Beihai Demon Court to pressure me! Hmph!"
Yang Zhenshan snorted coldly, with no intention of holding back.
Perhaps if he let Shui Ji go, Shui Ji wouldn’t entangle further, but he believed that Shui Ji would likely hold a grudge because he had stripped five hundred years of Shui Ji’s lifespan just now, a resentment that couldn’t be resolved.
Moreover, since the other party intended to rob him, he naturally wanted to do the same, knowing there was much Yin Spring Liquid in Shui Ji’s possession, something he desired.
Seeing Yang Zhenshan about to catch up, Shui Ji immediately pierced through the Void, returning to the real world, with Yang Zhenshan closely following.
They were still deep within the Wanhua Mountain Range, and Shui Ji was escaping southward, not northward.
The two flew at extremely high speed, one chasing, one fleeing.
Only then did Yang Zhenshan see his opponent’s appearance clearly: a tall, robust figure, blue skin, devoid of hair, but with a fin on the head instead.
"Why must you pursue me so relentlessly!" Shui Ji transmitted, his face looking unpleasant.
"Hah~"
Yang Zhenshan couldn’t bother with useless words; he shouted violently while piloting the Flowing Shadow Shuttle and spat out the Wood Divine Thunder, forcing it straight towards Shui Ji.
Shui Ji dared not stop to block and could only enter the Void once again.
Subsequently, they were like playing hide and seek, continually shuttling between the Void and the real world.
This was the combat mode of Golden Core Cultivators; the battle often evolved into this state.
You run, I chase. You hide, I seek.
As long as the speed difference wasn’t too great, two Golden Core Cultivators could fight for days or even weeks, to the ends of the earth, tens of thousands of miles away.
As they entered the Void again, a terrifying energy exploded within it.
Shui Ji had just entered the Void, unable to react before the vast energy fluctuations swept towards him, stopping his escape and instead sending him flying backward.
Yang Zhenshan’s heart spirit stirred, and he unceremoniously summoned the Green Wood Purple Lightning Sword.
Thunder turned into a mighty river, enveloping Shui Ji.
Before Shui Ji could respond, a massive hand suddenly grasped him tightly.
At the moment of capturing Shui Ji, Yang Zhenshan turned and ran without another word.
The Flowing Shadow Shuttle was driven to the extreme, transforming into a stream of light shooting into the smoke-filled Void.
The terrifying energy explosion just now wasn’t his doing but was caused by two Golden Core Great Powers fighting.
Shui Ji was very unlucky, crashing into the battlefield of the two Golden Core Great Powers and being caught off guard by the aftermath.
Those two Golden Core Great Powers were probably similar to Yang Zhenshan and Shui Ji, just out of the trading fair, in a robbing-and-being-robbed scenario.
At this time, it was unclear how many Golden Core Cultivators were fighting in the Void around them, with ninety plus Golden Core Cultivators leaving the trading fair, it was normal for seven or eight couples of Golden Core Cultivators to have erupted in battle.
It was likely more than seven or eight.
Everyone wanted to make some risk-free transactions, to take the opportunity to make a quick profit.
Yang Zhenshan, grabbing Shui Ji and fleeing without stopping, ran over a thousand miles before stopping to check Shui Ji’s condition.
At this point, Shui Ji’s daoist body had already shattered, with a large amount of mana leaking out, and his Divine Soul had suffered severe damage, leaving him in a disoriented state.
Seeing this, Yang Zhenshan secretly clicked his tongue.
Damn it, being just hit by the shockwave almost cost him his life; he didn’t know what divine skill was colliding just now.
Luckily, he was one step behind Shui Ji; otherwise, his situation wouldn’t have been much better, possibly even worse.
It was also Shui Ji’s misfortune; if he hadn’t crashed into the battle of the Golden Core Great Powers, Yang Zhenshan might not have been able to take him down for a while and would need to tussle with him for quite some time.
"Serves you right for trying to rob me!"
Yang Zhenshan cursed while maneuvering the Soul Returning Array within the Seven Treasures Soul Suppressing Tower, extracting Shui Ji’s divine soul from his body.
At this time, Shui Ji’s divine soul was in a state of coma, unable to escape the imprisonment of the Soul Returning Array.
The Soul Returning Array could not only imprison divine souls but also wear them down, turning someone’s divine soul into pure power of Divine Soul, which Yang Zhenshan could absorb or infuse into others.
However, this ability was of little use to Yang Zhenshan, as Immortal Cultivators valued quality over quantity in divine souls.
As long as the divine soul’s strength was high enough, it wouldn’t be easily affected by soul-related spells and divine skills.
Only Ghost Cultivators focused on the power of Divine Soul; for them, the power of Divine Soul was their mana.
So Yang Zhenshan had never used this ability before, but now he wanted to store some power of Divine Soul for Red Soul’s use.
Red Soul was still a little ghost, in need of divine soul power to increase his cultivation.
Shui Ji was a Demon King, and his divine soul was quite strong; the power of Divine Soul refined from it should be enough to help Red Soul become a Ghost General, equivalent to a Foundation Establishment Cultivator among Ghost Cultivators.
After extracting the divine soul, Yang Zhenshan took out Shui Ji’s demon core.
A third-rank middle-grade demon core could be used to refine a top-grade Demon Yuan Pill, possibly even two top-grade Demon Yuan Pills, but this required Yang Zhenshan to precisely split the demon core into two parts.
The difficulty was still high; currently, Yang Zhenshan had never used one demon core to refine two Demon Yuan Pills.
Besides the demon core, Yang Zhenshan also collected Shui Ji’s blood, which was azure, exuding a lustrous brilliance.
The blood of a Demon Cultivator could be used in medicine, to refine magical treasures and spiritual artifacts, or made into spiritual ink for drawing talismans.
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