Dashing Student-Chapter 1269: Playing Tricks

In a dilapidated building, a young female cultivator with a good appearance was bound by ropes to her limbs, suspended over a large bed. Zhuo Ying was letting out vile laughter, removing the female cultivator's clothes piece by piece.

Seeing tears of humiliation and grief streaming down the woman's face, he laughed even louder.

"Cry, the more pitifully you cry, the more satisfied I am." He grabbed the female cultivator's chin harshly, his expression ferocious.

But at this moment, a knock on the door suddenly resounded.

Bang, bang, bang.

With a face full of annoyance from being disturbed, Zhuo Ying shouted irritably, "Get lost! What's with stirring up trouble at this time, looking for death?"

Yet, the knocking at the door continued relentlessly, as if determined to see it through.

"Damn it, something's up!"

Zhuo Ying's face changed, quickly putting on his clothes, eyes full of vigilance towards the door. Mana surged within him, and a Black Banner was summoned and erected on the ground, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Bang, bang, bang!

The knocking grew increasingly fierce, as if determined to break down the door. Dust around the door frame shook loose, falling continuously while Zhuo Ying's forehead began to bead with cold sweat.

As a demon cultivator, it's the first time he's encountered such a bizarre situation.

"Acting mysterious, go!"

Zhuo Ying formed a sealing technique with one hand and swept it across the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, immediately releasing a mass of black fog. Within the mist were countless semi-transparent divine souls, now all turned into resentful souls within the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner waved, sending a dozen or so resentful souls enshrouded in black fog flying toward the door, through which the walls and door panels posed no barrier due to their intangible nature.

The piercing sounds could disrupt one's heart, but just as those resentful souls flew outside, the sound abruptly ceased and completely vanished.

Immediately after, the knocking continued.

This time, Zhuo Ying truly panicked, feeling that whatever was outside seemed more sinister than himself.

Just who is the real demon cultivator?

He glanced up at the ceiling, instinctively grabbing the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and shaking it overhead. A massive torrent of black fog surged forth like a flood, breaking through the rooftop.

Immediately, Zhuo Ying flew upward, planning to escape first, but upon rising, he saw a colossal sword's shadow appearing overhead.

The surrounding space filled with dense Sword Qi, hair-raising and sweeping toward him like currents.

"All souls unleashed!"

Zhuo Ying's eyes widened, unable to fathom that a Sword Array had been set up outside the building. He quickly waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, sending waves of resentful souls pouring forth and charging at the Sword Qi.

Seeing the immense sword descending, he hastily offered the Ten Thousand Souls Banner's core, facing it directly while he charged another way.

Despite the chaos, no one came over, indicating all the demon cultivators on the island were dead. Zhuo Ying felt as though he'd fallen into an ice pit, his blood freezing.

Yet even before reaching the Sword Array's barrier, Chen Nan appeared before him, eyes cold as a blade, making him retreat two steps in fear.

"Who… Who are you?!"

"The one to claim your life!"

Chen Nan spared no words, a surge of thunder behind him, his body shooting forward like lightning, punching toward Zhuo Ying with explosive force.

Zhuo Ying retreated in terror, a faint glow emanating from his body before being struck in the chest, deeply indenting it and pounding him hard into the ground, smoke and dust flying instantly.

Chen Nan glanced at his fist, feeling something amiss. Zhuo Ying must still have an armor on.

At this moment, Zhuo Ying was filled with terror, gazing at the armor bearing a deep fist mark. While it might fend off a Perfect Cultivator's strike, it was now riddled with cracks, indicating the armor was ruined by a single punch.

"What's his story? How can he possess such terrifying strength? It's like fighting a humanoid fierce beast!"

Wide-eyed with fear, Zhuo Ying looked up, seeing the giant sword formed by Sword Qi strike his Ten Thousand Souls Banner, shattering it, sending the resentful souls fleeing like black smoke.

The souls would soon disperse into the world, yet they cast grateful glances at Chen Nan.

"I must escape immediately!"

Deprived of his greatest asset, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, Zhuo Ying rose to flee in the opposite direction, but a sharp cold gleam appeared before him, heading straight for his forehead.

Narrowly evading the Void Breaking Sword, a black nail shot toward the back of his head, dodged just in time, only to fall into another trap.

Shadowless Silk extended like ropes, wrapping around him while several Wind Blades struck his body, leaving deep marks on his armor yet again.

"Great Compassion Buddha Palm!"

The dust cleared instantly, revealing a golden giant hand above, smacking Zhuo Ying into the ground, his demonic qi melting like snow under Buddha Light.

With a "puff," Zhuo Ying spat blood as the Void Breaking Sword returned, piercing through his shoulders on both sides, spilling blood profusely.

The Soul Destruction Nail finally drove into the back of his head, deeply traumatizing his divine soul, mind in chaos, the agony nearly tearing him apart.

Chen Nan approached Zhuo Ying, the Sword Chenyuan in hand, shattering his golden core with a strike.

Now powerless, Zhuo Ying collapsed, his eyes gradually losing light.

"This cannot be left to them." Chen Nan quickly collected the body, a Golden Core Realm Fifth Layer demon cultivator's body not easy to procure, and he had a mission to complete.

Picking up Zhuo Ying's storage bag and inspecting it, Chen Nan's eyes lit up seeing over sixty thousand Mid-grade Spirit Stones inside, equivalent to over six million Low-grade Spirit Stones.

Chen Nan had been worrying about resource acquisition for cultivation, an endless abyss it seemed, but now he was set.

Zhuo Ying's storage primarily contained Spirit Stones for sustaining the Essence Element Array and many Heavenly and Earthly Treasures along with various Spiritual Artifacts.

These items were surely looted from captured cultivators.

War truly is the best way to make a fortune.

Chen Nan pocketed everything, not planning to return them to the captives, sealed and restrained as they were. Charging some labor fees seemed fair.

Amidst the building's rubble, the female cultivator previously brought by Zhuo Ying was huddled in a corner, trembling in her nearly shredded clothes.

Upon seeing Chen Nan approach, she sat in the ruins and cried loudly.