Chapter 206: Soften, Harden

Chapter 206: Soften, Harden

The sword swooped toward Huis stomach. Scintillating light spread ahead of it, slashing through Huis robes and scoring a line in his flesh.

Burning the first talisman mark, Hui suddenly sped up and fled out of the path of Sect Master Mus attack. His body went cold as a hundred years of his longevity left his body, but in return, Sect Master Mus sword fell short.

Hui breathed out. Thank goodness I have that life-saving talisman! Otherwise, this small cultivator would be in two right now.

I havent finished the regenerative body technique yet! And even if I had I feel as though a single touch of that sword would exterminate me in body and soul. I cant risk a hit from someone that many tiers above me!

Sect Master Mu slashed again and again. His blade reached Huis body, and slashed through an empty skin. His lip twitched, but rather than react, he stepped forward and cut again. This time, his sword met flesh and a ghoul sagged over in front of him, leaking dark blood on the floor. Scowling, he made a grasping gesture at Hui. A gravitational force gripped him and dragged him forward, into the path of Sect Master Mus sword.

Hui gritted his teeth. Nothing for it! Second talisman. Petrify flesh!

Sect Master Mus attack stuck halfway in his side, unable to cut him all the way through. His brow furrowed slightly, and a second later, he laughed. I suppose a tiger should use all its strength even when hunting rabbits. He drew his sword back. The strange prismatic light pulsed, racing up and down the blade.

Hui staggered back. His qi swirled, in complete disorder, and cracks spread across his entire petrified body. Even a single attack

Its fine! He hasnt gotten serious yet! Third talisman: Soften flesh!

I need better names.

His body trembled. Flesh ripped off his midriff, flying into the air as a bloody mist. Hui grabbed his guts and held them in, staggering back. Blood poured down his body. He spat up one mouthful of blood after another, unable to hold back the rushing blood, then fell backward.

Now. Petrify! Freeze the injuries I exaggerated with the softened flesh before they can heal!

His body thumped to the withered floor. Grappling at his qi, Hui forced it to stop running wild and instead quiet down. Clamping it dead, he spat a last mouthful of blood for dramatic effect and laid still on the floor, thoroughly dead.

Sect Master Mu paused, sword still drawn back, ready to strike. Slowly, he stood. In the end, you were nothing special.

Yes! Nothing special! Leave this unobtrusive small cultivator alone! Hui cried silently.

Get up, Weiheng Wu intoned.

You dare order me? Sect Master Mu grit back.

Weiheng Hui. Get up.

A laugh escaped Sect Master Mus throat. Youre too late! Your precious disciple is already

Hui let out a light cough as he climbed to his feet, deactivating the petrification and activating the soft-flesh technique at the same time. His wound rapidly healed, and he brushed down his robes, then bowed bashfully to Weiheng Wu. Disciple belatedly greets master.

Sect Master Mu stared. He staggered back, then laughed. A a lowly fourth-stage

Hui bowed to him as well, slightly nervous. Apologies to Senior, but this small cultivator wants to survive.

Sect Master Mu threw back his head and laughed, a horrible sound. He jabbed his sword at Weiheng Wu. Every time! You, why are you always on the wrong side? Whenever youre around, it all goes

Dont blame your paltry powers of comprehension on me, Weiheng Wu scoffed. He turned to Hui. I sensed your aura and a Heavenly Tribulation. You shouldnt attempt to pass into the fifth stage yet. With your slow comprehension it might take another twenty years before you qualify.

Hui bowed low. Disciple hears and obeys! Naturally! I dont intend to face the Heavenly Tribulation until Im guaranteed to survive! Not everyone has the unstoppable life force of the lotus beast!

Twenty years? You overestimate him, Sect Master Mu grumbled.

With your comprehension it took you over a century to pass the fifth stage, didnt it? Weiheng Wu stated flatly. Could it be he squinted. Two no. Three centuries?

Master! Youre stating the truth in a very provocative way, again! No one else understands that youre just stating facts, okay? Those are fighting words to everyone else! Hui cried silently.

Sect Master Mu howled and hurtled at Weiheng Wu, drawing his sword back as he flew upward. Dont look down on me! Im a Sect Master. A pitiful Peak Lord like you

Weiheng Wu slapped down at Sect Master Mu, his palm descending like lightning. At the same time, lightning flashed out from his palm and smashed into Sect Master Mus prismatic sword qi. The two clashed, emanating light too bright for Hui to see through. He lifted a hand to his eyes and squinted, trying to see through it. Whats going on in there? Master must be having a hard time, right? Hes up against a Sect Master, after all!

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