Cultivation: I Can Traverse Otherworlds

As for the side effects...

It didn’t matter.

The key was to use this opportunity to observe the fusion of the soul and the physical body. After all, he was going to die even if the breakthrough was successful.

At a certain moment.

Weii Zhengping’s body trembled. Faintly, it seemed an intangible force descended from the ether, fusing with his physical body.

"The Central Spirit!"

"No, that’s not it!"

Zhu Ju’s expression changed slightly.

"It’s the Qi Spirit."

’This is bad!’

According to his speculation, the Meridian Force was supposed to target the Central Spirit. That spirit was balanced, capable of universally enhancing the power of the physical body, which aligned with the Meridian Force cultivation technique.

But he had clearly guessed wrong.

The Meridian Force was actually targeting the Qi Spirit.

A Martial Saint who awakened this spirit would have abundant Primordial Energy, enabling them to go months without food, water, or sleep. Their Qi Blood would billow like signal smoke, and they could use various combat Secret Techniques that burned Primordial Energy with ease, suffering almost no side effects.

If he had guessed correctly, Weii Zhengping might not have advanced to become a Divine Treasure Martial Saint.

But since he’d guessed wrong, success was impossible.

"AH!"

Weii Zhengping, who was attempting to break through to the Martial Saint Realm with his eyes closed, also noticed something was wrong. He suddenly opened his eyes, which were filled with terror.

He felt his body burning.

Even his lifespan,

was being consumed at a terrifying rate.

"Elder..."

"AH!"

He let out a loud, miserable scream, his body suddenly erupting as he lunged at Zhu Ju.

"You tricked me!"

"I didn’t trick you." Zhu Ju dodged to the side and shrugged.

"You misunderstood the Cultivation Technique yourself. You can’t blame anyone else."

THUD!

Weii Zhengping pitched forward and fell to the ground. The Secret Technique had drained his Primordial Energy and lifespan at an astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, he had become a pile of withered bones.

A gust of wind blew.

The withered bones scattered into ash, leaving only a pair of tattered clothes behind.

Zhu Ju shrugged. Just as he was about to turn and leave, his eyebrows suddenly twitched, and his gaze shifted to the side.

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CLANG CLANG CLANG...

The leaves blocked the sunlight, making the forest as dark as night.

Several figures flickered within, seemingly unaffected by the environment as they engaged in a frenzied battle.

SCHLICK!

A broken saber flew through the air, slashing across a man’s throat. The sharp Sword Qi sliced right through his neck, sending his head flying high.

"Third Brother!"

"AH!"

"Sword Ghost, today I’ll make sure you become a real ghost!"

"Heh..." Sword Ghost Wuh Luo’s head was lowered, his long hair covering his face, the left hand holding the saber trembling slightly.

"The Six Flood Dragons of the Poison Marsh. Now there are only four left. I wonder how many will be left after today?"

"Whether you remain dragons or become corpses will depend on your luck."

"Kill!"

CLANG...

In the darkness, sparks flew, revealing several rapidly flickering figures, as well as rustling sounds from behind.

"Sword Ghost Wuh Luo, you’re dead today!"

Someone growled:

"You’re heavily injured, with not even a tenth of your strength remaining. Even without us, there are other pursuers behind you."

"Why bother..."

"You’re going to die anyway. It’s better to die by our hands. For the sake of our past friendship, I can leave you with an intact corpse."

"Hmph!" Sword Ghost Wuh Luo snorted coldly.

"Scoundrels!"

"If I hadn’t been injured in a duel, would you rats dare show your faces before me?"

He trembled and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. When he spoke again, his voice was thick with fury:

"Poison?"

"Have you forgotten where we come from?" a low chuckle came from the opposite side.

"The Poison Marsh!"

"Don’t get close, just wear him down until he dies!"

"Despicable." Sword Ghost Wuh Luo gritted his teeth, his body flashing as he retreated backward while swinging his saber in a rapid slash.

CLANG CLANG CLANG...

Several incoming Hidden Weapons were knocked away.

WHOOSH...

A strong wind blew.

At such an extreme speed, even soft leaves became deadly weapons. As Wuh Luo weaved through the dense forest, he was covered in cuts in the blink of an eye. At this point, he couldn’t even circulate his energy to protect his body.

CLANG...

BANG!

A poisoned curved hook descended from the sky, striking his broken saber. The explosive Giant Power slammed Wuh Luo to the ground.

"Haha..."

"Sword Ghost Wuh Luo, where do you think you can run now? Your life is mine!"

"Huh?"

The newcomer was just about to make his move when he suddenly froze, his expression changing as he looked at a black-robed figure not far away.

"Who’s there?"

"First Grade?" Zhu Ju looked at the man and shook his head gently.

"Pseudo-First Grade. Must have broken through with the help of some external object. No chance of advancing to the Divine Treasure. What a pity."

As he spoke, several more figures appeared on the scene one after another.

"Big Brother!"

"Who is this person?"

"I don’t know."

The men exchanged glances, and one of them spoke in a cold voice:

"Friend, no matter who you are, this is a private grudge of ours. If you don’t want trouble, leave at once."

"Heh..." Zhu Ju chuckled softly.

"Scram."

"What?" The men were stunned.

"Scram," Zhu Ju said, pointing at Sword Ghost Wuh Luo on the ground.

"I have a use for this man."

"Insolent!" The faces of the Four Flood Dragons of the Poison Marsh darkened. One of them, holding a Curved Saber, charged straight for Zhu Ju.

"So you’ve chosen the hard way. You’re courting death!"

SWISH!

The glint of a blade flashed and vanished.

No one saw what happened. They only felt the dark forest suddenly brighten, their vision filled with a searing white light.

By the time their vision returned, the Four Flood Dragons of the Poison Marsh were all lying on the ground.

Not just the one who had charged at Zhu Ju, but even the other three, who were dozens of meters away, had been slain by a single strike.

"Scram!"

Zhu Ju, holding his Cross and Vertical Saber, swept his gaze around, his voice icy.

"I’ll count to ten. If I sense any other presence nearby after that, don’t blame me for being impolite."

"Ten!"

RUSTLE RUSTLE...

Before he could continue, the forest was filled with chaotic sounds as figures madly scrambled to flee.

’A Martial Saint!’

’To kill the Four Flood Dragons of the Poison Marsh with a single strike, such strength must belong to a Divine Treasure Martial Saint! Staying here and angering him would be suicide.’

In the blink of an eye, besides the critically injured and dying Sword Ghost Wuh Luo, there was no one else left.

THUMP.

A bottle of Elixirs landed on the ground.

"Antitoxic Pills."

Zhu Ju said.

"Take them first."

"..." Sword Ghost Wuh Luo struggled to sit up, picked up the Elixirs, and said:

"Thank you, Elder, for saving my life."

"Don’t be in such a hurry to thank me." Zhu Ju waved his hand.

"Heal your injuries. I need you to do something for me. Something that might not let you live much longer."

"..." Hearing this, Sword Ghost Wuh Luo gave a bitter smile, swallowed the Antitoxic Pills, and said in a muffled voice:

"With your strength, Elder, killing me would be easy. Besides, I must repay the debt of saving my life, even if it costs me my own."

"However..."

"Could it wait for a while?"

"Oh?" Zhu Ju lowered his head.

"You have something to do?"

"This junior promised a friend to escort Lord Geng’s family out of the Capital City." Sword Ghost Wuh Luo clutched his chest and coughed lightly.

"A gentleman’s word is his bond."

"As long as I am not dead, I must honor my promise. What you’re asking, Elder, came a bit late, so it will have to be second in line."

"Lord Geng?" Zhu Ju asked.

"Which Lord Geng?"

"Lord Geng Wenyong, of course," Sword Ghost Wuh Luo said.

"A few days ago, Lord Geng openly declared on the street that the Emperor was incompetent and fatuous. He was thrown into the Celestial Prison and then died for no reason. Although the medical examiner’s report said he died from a relapse of an old illness, it would be strange if there wasn’t something suspicious about it."

"His family has also been exiled to the Northern Domain. A friend of mine was worried someone might try to harm Lord Geng’s family on the road, so he asked me to travel with them and provide protection."

"You were heavily injured from a duel, and you still agreed to this?" Zhu Ju’s voice held a note of surprise.

"Aren’t you afraid of death?"

"Lord Geng was a good official." Sword Ghost Wuh Luo lowered his head and said slowly.

"A man like him shouldn’t die so mysteriously, and his family line shouldn’t be extinguished. I am not a great man, but I am willing to risk my life to help."

"Alright," Zhu Ju sighed lightly.

"How long will it take for you to return?"

"Well..." Sword Ghost Wuh Luo hesitated for a moment, then said:

"A month at the soonest, three months at the latest. Please rest assured, Elder. I am not one to go back on my word. Since I have agreed, I will definitely return."

"Assuming... I am still alive by then."

"Alright!" Zhu Ju sighed.

"Since you’re willing to go to your death, I won’t stop you. I hope you survive."

He lightly flicked his sleeve, tossing out a bottle of Elixirs.

"This Elixir can help you recover from your injuries and increase your Cultivation. Don’t forget what you promised me. When the time comes, return to this place to find me."

"Elder..." Sword Ghost Wuh Luo’s face showed surprise. After taking the Elixir bottle, he nodded heavily.

"As long as I live, I will return!"

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