The Programmer Cultivator

The Soul Shadow behind Qu Wenbai also merged into his body. At the moment the Long Sword struck, he transformed into a cloud of black mist and floated away, completely unaffected by the blow.

The powerful sword, carrying immense momentum, struck nothing but air. Elder Huang paused for a moment as a dreamy light glowed in his hand. A Long Sword, shimmering with an ethereal jade radiance, materialized once more.

At the same time, Elder Huang raised a hand and pointed at the sword. Endless Spiritual Light poured into it, making the Long Sword exceptionally nimble. A murderous aura emanated from the blade as its Spirituality awakened, and it shot toward Qu Wenbai.

After doing all this, Elder Huang spun around. An ethereal jade light once again shone from his hand, and he cast it toward Qu Qingxian and Qu Zhiwen.

Countless points of ethereal light sank into their Heart Spirits. At the same time, the imprisoning black mist around them dissipated. Qu Qingxian instantly regained his senses, his legs buckled, and he collapsed onto the ground.

After Qu Zhiwen came to his senses, he stared at Qu Qingxian in a daze and stammered, ”Ancestor, the family... the family...”

Qu Qingxian’s face was ashen. Devoid of strength, he lifted his head and gazed imploringly at Elder Huang.

By now, Elder Huang had already turned back, his expression grave as he gazed at the plaza, which looked like a purgatory on earth.

Elder Huang contemplated for a moment, then looked at the plaza and commanded, ”Rainfall!”

At Elder Huang’s words, a small cloud condensed above the plaza. The cloud was peculiar, shimmering with an ethereal jade light.

As fine strands of the strange Spirit Rain drifted down, the frenzied, maddened crowd slowly grew quiet, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep.

Before Elder Huang could act again, Qu Wenbai, who was engaged in Magical Combat with the Long Sword to the side, saw this and spoke, his face exceptionally grim.

”Do you really take me for a decoration? Daring to meddle in other affairs while engaged in Magical Combat with me.”

As he spoke, black mist surged from his body, and he transformed into a dark phantom, directly enveloping the Long Sword that had been tangling with him.

SZZZZZ...

Instantly, a sound like sizzling grease came from within the black mist.

The Jade Long Sword’s power was already nearly spent. Enveloped by the black mist, it was completely devoured, leaving not a trace behind. The mist then surged toward Elder Huang.

Elder Huang frowned at the sight. ’Ever since my Scattering Beans into Soldiers mutated and fused, I haven’t needed to use Splitting Dao. As long as I have an anchored pawn to act as a signal tower, I can use a Bean Soldier Incarnation to bring three or four Techniques over, even if this isn’t my Main Body.’

’Still, with only three or four Techniques, my options are far too limited. It seems I’ll have to use this Mirror Image’s own ability.’ As Elder Huang frowned, a strange Spiritual Light flashed in his hand.

Rune Technique: Blessed Star!

Experience Points -10,000

Wielding the Power of Blessed Fortune, Elder Huang materialized numerous Long Swords shimmering with ethereal jade light. Without even bothering to aim, he fired them haphazardly at the black mist.

SZZZZZ...

Dozens of Long Swords sizzled again as they struck the incoming black mist.

”AHHHH...”

But before Elder Huang could fire all of his materialized Long Swords, a pained scream echoed from within the black mist. The mist rippled, and Qu Wenbai’s figure reemerged.

A Jade Long Sword was embedded in his chest.

For him, the physical wound was secondary. The Long Sword had, by some uncanny coincidence, struck in just the right spot. As the ethereal light flickered, it aggravated his old wounds, injuring him severely once more.

Seeing the Long Sword embedded in his opponent’s body, Elder Huang’s eyes lit up. He began to rapidly drain his Incarnation’s Spiritual Power, causing the Spiritual Light on the sword in Qu Wenbai’s chest to glow with exceptional vibrancy.

”The Blessed Fortune Path?!!!”

”Sleeve Qiankun, Outer Body Incarnation, Sword Dao, Blessed Fortune, Heart Spirit Dao... What in the world is your path of cultivation? You’re a walking collection of Ancient Cultivation Techniques. Are you a Cultivator from one of the Ancient Schools?”

Black mist swirled at Qu Wenbai’s wound, ceaselessly corroding the Long Sword embedded in his chest. He glared at Elder Huang, his face a mask of fury.

”What’s the matter? Starting to feel like your long life is coming to an end? Aren’t you going to show me what you’re made of?” Elder Huang, whose Spiritual Power was rapidly draining, suddenly halted his assault to engage the man in conversation.

Qu Wenbai’s expression stiffened, but he made no move. Fleshy tendrils seemed to sprout from his chest, continuously corroding the Long Sword. He stared at Elder Huang and said, ”I have no quarrel with you. I am merely dealing with the misfortune of my own descendants. Fellow Daoist, why must you insist on getting in my way?”

”Your descendants?” Elder Huang glanced at Qu Qingxian in confusion.

”If this is how you treat the family Disciples, then if you really are our ancestor, it’s a miracle your descendants managed to safely give birth to our forefathers and establish the Qu Family as it is today! What a terrible burden you must have been on all the ancestors of our Qu Family!”

Qu Qingxian and Qu Zhiwen glared at Qu Wenbai with absolute hatred, their words sharp and utterly unfiltered.

Elder Huang glanced at Qu Qingxian and the crowd in the plaza, who had been lulled into a stupor by the Spirit Rain. He then turned to Qu Wenbai and said, ”You certainly have a ’deep affection’ for your family’s Disciples.”

”I’ve seen a great many things in my time, but I’ve rarely encountered someone who treats their own flesh and blood this way. In that regard, I must admit, I’m almost impressed.”

Qu Wenbai looked at Elder Huang and said, ”In that case, are you, Fellow Daoist, truly determined to fight me to the death?”

Elder Huang looked indifferently at Qu Wenbai. ”Fight to the death? You really overestimate yourself. If this weren’t just a temporary Incarnation, do you think I would be wasting my breath on a little imp like you?”

”By now, you must have finished devouring the root of my Vine Sword, right? Perfect. I’m just about ready on my end as well.”

The vast majority of the Spiritual Power within Elder Huang’s body converted into Spirit Species and erupted outward.

Hearing this, Qu Wenbai’s expression changed drastically. No longer caring that the sword wasn’t fully corroded, he instantly transformed into a cloud of black mist and retreated rapidly, leaving the Jade Long Sword to clatter to the ground where he had stood.