Cultivation: I Can Traverse Otherworlds

He spoke little.

But his mind was always working.

This combination stabilized Jir Mingxi’s Divine Soul and fortified his will, granting him a Dao Heart so firm he would remain impassive even if a mountain collapsed before him.

Thus, the schemes of the Demonic Cultivators had little effect on him.

”Petty tricks!”

”The conflict between the righteous and the demonic has never been decided by the Bright Void Sect’s actions. Your persistence here is nothing but a waste of time.”

Shaking his head, he closed his eyes to regulate his breathing and refine his Magical Power.

What he failed to notice, however, was that the moment he revealed himself, the Demonic Cultivators outside began to move.

Countless wisps of blood-red Qi ignored the Array’s barrier, silently settling upon his body.

An unknown amount of time passed.

A familiar voice rang in his ears.

”Brother Mingxi!”

’Hm?’

Jir Mingxi’s eyes snapped open.

He saw a beautiful young woman bound by a Demonic Cultivator’s White Bone Whip, hoisted into the air.

He had seen similar scenes countless times recently and had long since grown numb to them.

But this time was different.

”Yun’er...”

The familiar face and voice sent a daze through Jir Mingxi’s eyes. His lips trembled.

”This is impossible!”

”She’s already dead! My sister died over twenty years ago at the hands of the Demonic Demon People!”

Jir Yun!

His younger sister.

She had died at the hands of Demonic Demon People long ago!

”Is that so?” Yangx Wen grinned.

”As a Dao Foundation Cultivator, you should be able to sense your own blood kin. Don’t you feel anything at all?”

”Bring them up!”

With a wave of his hand, an Invisible Power dragged a dozen people screaming into the air.

Jir Mingxi had never seen these people before, yet he felt a familiar presence from them.

’This is...’

’The bond of blood!’

”The Jir Family is a major clan in the Bright Void Sect. We killed some of them back then, but we left a few alive to breed.”

”You should know full well...”

Yangx Wen said with a smile,

”The Jir Family has a knack for producing Innate Dao Bodies. Wouldn’t it be a waste to kill someone with such a special constitution?”

THUMP!

THUMP!

...

Jir Mingxi’s heart hammered in his chest. His eyes grew bloodshot as boundless fury surged within him.

”These are all members of your Jir Family!”

Yangx Wen pointed.

”They are all descendants of your siblings. Some are even from your own generation. The Netherworld Sect has been raising them all this time.”

”SPLAT!”

With a single clench of his fist, one of the captives exploded into a shower of gore.

”No!”

Jir Mingxi shrieked.

The bond of kinship made his heart feel as if it were being ripped apart. He roared in fury.

”Let them go!”

”Let them go?” Yangx Wen cackled.

”Do you really think that’s possible?”

”SHING!”

A flash of Sword Light.

One of the struggling captives suddenly went rigid. Countless cracks spiderwebbed across their skin, and then their entire body crumbled like a tower of blocks, falling to the ground in innumerable pieces of flesh.

”No!”

”I don’t want to die!”

”Help me!”

”...”

The faces of the Jir Family members were deathly pale as they struggled relentlessly.

”Ahhh!”

The girl who looked like Jir Yun screamed in terror, her face contorting as she watched a Demon Cultivator slowly approach her.

”Brother Mingxi, save me!”

”Save me!”

”Stop!” Jir Mingxi bellowed.

”I said stop!”

A sinister power gathered around him, like thousands of blood-red threads, seeping into his body bit by bit.

”Aaargh!”

Rage!

Resentment!

Despair!

...

Aided by the Netherworld Sect’s Secret Technique, these emotions exploded, amplified tens, even hundreds of times over.

The bloodline curse.

This curse had no effect on the cold-blooded and merciless, but for some, it was their only weakness.

”Ahhh!”

The girl screamed as a Demonic Cultivator ripped her slender arm from its socket. The sight of stark white bone was horrifying.

”No!”

Jir Mingxi howled in anguish and charged forward.

And then.

His vision blurred.

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*

*

”Hm?”

Xi Chen, who had just returned to his Cave Mansion to rest, showed a flicker of emotion before flashing into the sky.

There, he saw Jir Mingxi screaming as if he’d lost control of his emotions.

”Senior Brother Jir!”

”What’s wrong?”

He yelled, but Jir Mingxi seemed not to hear him, charging toward the edge of the Array.

”Senior Brother!”

Alarmed, Xi Chen hurriedly gave chase.

”Don’t go out!”

But it was no use.

Despite using all his strength, he couldn’t match Jir Mingxi’s speed and could only watch helplessly as he burst out of the Grand Array.

”Senior Brother!”

Xi Chen charged forward but came to an abrupt halt at the edge of the Array, a conflicted look on his face.

”Heh heh...”

A sinister laugh echoed from just ahead.

”You’ve come all this way. Why not come all the way out?”

’Not good!’

Xi Chen’s expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to turn back, he felt a force grab him and yank him outward.

The force wasn’t overwhelming, but it was perfectly timed.

”WHOOSH!”

By the time he came to his senses, he was already outside the protection of the Bright Void Sect’s Grand Array.

”Haha...”

Several Demonic Cultivators threw their heads back and laughed.

”Our long, bitter wait wasn’t in vain. We even went to the trouble of bringing the Jir Family bloodline from a thousand miles away. Finally, someone took the bait.”

A strange aura filled the air, and the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi was in chaos. This place, too, was an Array.

Xi Chen’s heart sank.

He glanced to the side and saw Jir Mingxi’s equally grim expression.

”Forget it.”

Yangx Wen glanced back toward the Bright Void Sect and waved his hand dismissively.

”That coward Zhu definitely won’t come out. These two trophies will be enough.”

”Kill them!”

”BZZZZZ...”

As soon as he spoke, powerful auras surged from all around them. Magical Treasures of every color descended upon the two from a distance.

Xi Chen and Jir Mingxi were only at the Early Stage Dao Foundation. In the face of this, even a Late-Stage Dao Foundation Cultivator would be doomed to die.

Streams of multicolored light wove together in the air, about to obliterate the two on the spot.

”TWANG!”

Just then.

The soft hum of a sword suddenly emerged.

The hum wasn’t loud, but it was long and resonant, seeming to come from the edge of the sky and right beside them all at once. It completely drowned out the surrounding clamor.

”SHATTER...”

Suddenly.

The streams of multicolored light in the sky suddenly shattered.

”PUFF!”

An Early Stage Dao Foundation Demon Cultivator’s head then exploded, his vigorous life force vanishing in an instant.

The battlefield fell silent.

”What happened?”

Someone’s eyes filled with terror, their eyelids twitching.

”What happened?”

Without seeing a thing, one of their own Dao Foundation Cultivators had suddenly died. Even Demonic Cultivators would fear such a bizarre event.

”BOOM!”

A deafening roar sounded from several miles away behind them. The man who had just spoken was about to turn his head when he saw expressions of terror on the faces of the others.

’What’s happening?’

He wanted to ask, but his vision suddenly grew strange, and everything shattered into pieces.

And in the eyes of the others,

his head had also suddenly exploded, his life force gone.

”Sword Qi Thunder Sound!”

Yangx Wen’s face twisted, his eyes filled with disbelief. He shrieked,

”It’s Sword Qi Thunder Sound!”

”BOOM!”

The thunder boomed like a death knell. Everyone on the field froze, wanting to dodge but having no idea where to go.

Sword Qi Thunder Sound was a supreme Divine Technique of the Sword Dao. Forget Dao Foundation Cultivators; even Golden Core Grandmasters rarely mastered it.

Once mastered,

one’s Sword Control speed would increase tenfold. Even a Late-Stage Dao Foundation Cultivator couldn’t possibly react in time.

Killing a Dao Foundation Cultivator

would be as easy as slaughtering a chicken.

By the time an ordinary Dao Foundation Cultivator even noticed the Sword Light, they would already be dead, perhaps not even knowing how they died.

”CLANG...”

A White Bone Shield materialized from thin air, blocking a Flying Sword.

”A Fake Pill!”

Zhu Ju beckoned, his figure appearing nearby. He stared at the black-robed figure ahead.

”The Six Demonic Sects truly hold my Bright Void Sect in high regard, to have a Fake Pill Cultivator lying in ambush nearby. No wonder I’ve felt a sense of foreboding all this time.”

”You two.”

he gestured to Xi Chen and Jir Mingxi.

”Take these people and go back.”

”Huh?”

Xi Chen was stunned for a moment. He then saw Jir Mingxi toss out a rope, bind the members of the Jir Family bloodline together, and charge straight for the Sect Array.

”Trying to leave?”

The voice of the Fake Pill Demon Cultivator was grim.

”Since you’re out, you can all stay behind!”

”Hm?”

Before he finished speaking, his body flickered. Where he had just been standing, another figure appeared.

An Outer Body Incarnation!

Wukong!

The aura emanating from Wukong wasn’t strong, but his ability to perform Void Shifting sent a chill down the Fake Pill Cultivator’s spine.

’Void Shifting?’

’A Golden Core?’

”No!”

”It can’t be a Golden Core.”

he muttered.

”It must be some kind of treasure that allows for Void Shifting. Otherwise, I would never have been able to escape.”

”SWOOSH!”

Wukong flickered, reappearing at Zhu Ju’s side.

Zhu Ju raised a hand, and the Ten Directions Cross Sword drifted slowly before him, its tip pointing toward the group of Demon Sect Dao Foundation Cultivators.

Wherever the sword’s tip pointed, a chill ran through the Dao Foundation Cultivators, and none dared to move an inch.

”Fine!”

”Such skill from the Bright Void Sect!”

The Fake Pill Demon Cultivator gritted his teeth, his eyes locked on Zhu Ju.

”We will meet again!”

He was fully confident he could take down Zhu Ju alone, but with the addition of that other person with his unfathomable abilities...

...this venture was no longer a sure thing.