Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest-Chapter 432 - : Open Confrontation and Hidden Schemes

Chapter 432: Chapter 432: Open Confrontation and Hidden Schemes

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Slap!

The one-armed male cultivator fell heavily to the ground, his mouth spewing fresh blood, expelling a large amount of internal organ fragments.

His vitality was exceptionally tenacious; despite such heavy injuries, he didn’t die on the spot.

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But even if Wang Chen didn’t finish him off, he wouldn’t live much longer because Wang Chen’s had already blasted through his arm into his body, shattering his internal organs and completely collapsing his dantian.

At this moment, Wang Chen stood still in his original position, with the Heavenly Dragon Dharma Aspect faintly emerging behind him!

The Heavenly Dragon Vajra Palm!

This Buddha-Dao palm technique, which Wang Chen had comprehended from the Heavenly Dragon Vajra Method, had reached Great Achievement after he continuously gained experience points and leveled up twice.

Its power was several times stronger than that of the Great Perfection level Vajra Fist.

That Qi Cultivation Tier 9 cultivator hadn’t been instantly killed by Wang Chen’s palm; he was indeed very formidable.

Pop, pop, pop!

Accompanied by a series of dense bursting sounds, the dozens of cold glints that had struck him all fell to the ground.

They were blocked by Wang Chen’s Heavy Light Shield Armor.

What fell to the floor turned out to be poison-tipped blue darts.

These magic artifact darts possessed the power to break through magic and armor and were extremely sharp after being dipped in potent poison.

However, they were just effective against cultivators at the Qi Cultivation level. Wang Chen was not only a Purple Mansion cultivator, but his Heavy Light Shield Armor had also been cultivated to the level of Great Perfection, developing special defensive powers.

Those mere darts couldn’t even scratch an itch, let alone breach his defense.

Seeing such a scene, the female cultivator who had deployed the darts was scared out of her wits, realizing they had hit an iron plate.

A Purple Mansion cultivator!

It was as if a stampede thundered in the female cultivator’s heart, and she couldn’t even cry.

The imposing Purple Mansion cultivator pretended to be weak by showing the aura of the Qi Cultivation Tier, making them mistakenly believe they had succeeded in their plot.

But their lives were lost as a result!

Without a second thought, she started to fly backward to retreat.

Faster than the female cultivator was the scar-faced cultivator. The talisman he had just used wasn’t for attacking but a Gale Talisman that had granted him Wind Escape, whisking him away from the great hall with a gust of wind.

The two didn’t escape slowly, but unfortunately, a Crimson Flying Sword blazing with fierce flames suddenly broke through the air and instantly caught up with the woman a step behind.

With a flash of sword light, the female cultivator’s head soared into the sky.

The Red Nether Sword, after having killed the female cultivator, continued unabated, lightning-fast as it caught up with the scar-faced male cultivator, piercing through his body!

[Heavenly Merit+7], [Heavenly Merit+8], [Heavenly Merit+9]

In Wang Chen’s vision, three messages flashed one after another.

They were actually consecutive numbers.

The next moment, the Red Nether Sword flew back, automatically sheathing itself on the scabbard on Wang Chen’s back.

After consecutively killing three cultivators, Wang Chen’s gaze turned towards the outside of the great hall. He spoke with a grave voice, “If you’ve come, why hide and not dare to show yourself?”

For a moment, there was silence outside.

Wang Chen sneered, “Do I need to invite you out for a meeting?”

His Divine Soul attribute was very high, his perception extremely sharp, and his Divine Sense’s scouting range far surpassed that of cultivators of the same tier.

He had sensed the commotion outside during the fight.

The person had hidden extremely well, but still leaked a bit of trace, which Wang Chen, on high alert, detected.

“Sigh~”

This time, a helpless sigh came from outside the hall.

A gray-robed elder walked into the great hall, his face showing sorrow as he clasped his hands towards Wang Chen and said, “Loose Cultivator Yang Yi has met fellow Daoist. I did not intend to offend; it was merely curiosity to watch the excitement.”

This elder with white beard and hair had a kind and benevolent appearance and turned out to be a Purple Mansion cultivator as well.

He lowered his head to glance at the one-armed cultivator lying dead on the ground with eyes wide open, lamenting, “I did not expect the Qing River siblings to fall here today. Truly, what goes around comes around, and retribution is inescapable.”

Seeing the other party’s demeanor, Wang Chen’s eyes flashed as he said, “Meeting is fate, so let’s sit down and talk.”

“Very well.”

The gray-robed elder Yang Yi waved his sleeve, clearing all the corpses and bloodstains out of the hall.

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He came in front of Wang Chen, took out a meditation mat from the Storage Bag, and sat down by the bonfire with great aplomb.

The Purple Mansion old cultivator sat with his hands empty and without condensing any mana aura, appearing very open and upright.

The wariness in Wang Chen’s eyes faded significantly.

He also sat down, took out a jar of Spiritual Wine, and two empty bowls.

Yang Yi’s eyes instantly lit up, and he sniffed and swallowed saliva, looking as if he was about to drool.

Wang Chen pried open the seal of the Spiritual Wine and poured a bowl for each of them.

The fragrance of the wine wafted through the air.

Wang Chen lifted a bowl of wine, “Please!”

“Many thanks!”

Yang Yi couldn’t wait to lift his bowl.

He drank it down in one gulp!

After finishing, he smacked his lips, full of annoyance, “Ah, I didn’t even get to savor the taste!”

Wang Chen smiled wryly and took out another jar of Spiritual Wine, “Fellow Daoist, please help yourself.”

Yang Yi was overjoyed and quickly grabbed the already opened jar of Spiritual Wine to pour himself a full bowl.

This time he savored it slowly, showing a completely satisfied expression.

“Good wine, truly good wine!”

The Purple Mansion old cultivator wiped the corner of his eyes with his sleeve and murmured, “I never thought I’d get to drink such good wine again.”

Wang Chen waited for him to finish the second bowl of wine before asking, “Fellow Daoist, how long have you been here?”

“How long?”

Yang Yi looked somewhat blank as he scratched his head and recollected, “It should be more than half a year, at least half a year?”

More than half a year?

Wang Chen remembered that the Nine Dragons Land Palace had been sealed off not too long ago; could it be that this person had entered before it was sealed?

He asked again, “How did you get here then?”

“Teleported in!”

At this topic, Yang Yi’s hair stood on end, “It really is encountering an evil specter; everything was fine before, but this time something went wrong, and I was teleported to an unexplored area.”

“I’ve been looking for the way back ever since, yet I have found nothing!”

The old cultivator opened up, “I also met some cultivators who came in with me; they couldn’t leave either, and we are all trapped here!”

Wang Chen furrowed his brows, “Then why don’t you stay with them?”

“Heh.”

Yang Yi glanced at Wang Chen with a meaningful look, “In this world, there are things more terrifying than evil spirits—people.”

Wang Chen nodded silently.

The other’s words were very sensible; often, the human heart is far more dreadful than evil spirits.

Rather than travel with those harboring ulterior motives, it’s better to brave the dangers alone in search of a way out—even death wouldn’t bring regret.

Yang Yi asked, “Are you new here?”

“Yes.”

Wang Chen answered frankly, “It’s been about half a month for me too, also duped by the Transmission Array of the Nine Dragons Great Hall.”

Yang Yi sighed, “Ah, I was hoping you would know the way back!”

He appeared extremely frustrated, “If I had known, I wouldn’t have come.”

“Who could have expected it?”

Wang Chen laughed, “You’re wondering why the poison hasn’t acted yet, aren’t you?”

Wang Chen’s face was smiling, but his eyes held not a trace of mirth.

He looked at the Purple Mansion old cultivator across from him as if looking at a dead man!