Chapter 415: Chapter 219: Innate Magical Artifact, Kill!

The green lights left on him seemed to be guiding the Saintess toward where he had escaped.

Obviously, the Eight Desolates Soul Pursuit Skill cast by the Saintess was on a higher level than the one Liu Chen used earlier, as she had actually used the Five Elements Power to imprint a mark on Jiang Feng.

Who knows if Jiang Feng will notice?

Having successfully left a mark on Jiang Feng, the Saintess sat down cross-legged and began absorbing the Spiritual Qi around her, intent on restoring her cultivation to its peak in the shortest time possible.

The White Jade Treasure Sword hovered beside her.

She shut her eyes and breathed quietly, chilling air radiating from her body, forming a layer of frost over a five hundred meter radius in the forest, even causing a bit of snow to fall.

"Huff, huff!"

Jiang Feng pushed the Three-legged Body Technique to its limit.

He dared not stop.

He dashed straight toward the direction of the Red Earth Forest.

This wasn’t part of any prior plan—instead, as he fled from the Saintess, three other directions had been cut off by her.

Now that he’d shaken her off, Jiang Feng hesitated, then turned toward the Turkic Empire.

First, since the Saintess was evidently forcing him toward the Red Earth Forest, no matter her motive, Jiang Feng could not let her have her way; even if she was just baiting him, he had to keep away from the Red Earth Forest.

Second, with demons rampant inside the Red Earth Forest, a single Divine Sect expert was troublesome enough—for Jiang Feng, provoking more Great Demons could mean death.

Moreover, the Turkic lands were vast and sparsely populated. Although already conquered by the Great Tang, the people were fierce, and many tribes plotted to overthrow the Tang regime.

Hiding in Turkic territory, Jiang Feng could avoid everyone working for Great Tang and risking his whereabouts being revealed.

If caught in an encirclement, Jiang Feng could use the local tribes’ power to muddy the waters. All in all, hiding in Turkic territory was far safer than anywhere else.

"Qinglong Cauldron."

After changing direction, Jiang Feng summoned the Qinglong Cauldron, shrank it to helmet size, placed it on his head, and let a faint golden light envelop his body.

Last time, the Divine Sect managed to pursue him into the Hundred Thousand Mountains and lock onto his trail. There was no guarantee they wouldn’t use even higher magic to track him this time.

Jiang Feng had no other means of protection, so he could only try using the Qinglong Cauldron, hoping it would work.

And so, Jiang Feng, donned in the Qinglong Cauldron, dashed onward to the Turkic lands.

"Whoosh!"

He hadn’t gotten far—

An arrow of green shot toward him.

"Hmm?"

"Little Cyan Snake?"

Jiang Feng looked closely—the green arrow was none other than the Little Cyan Snake from the Demon-Suppressing Martial Arts Hall.

How did this little thing show up ahead of him?

Back outside Dragon Capital City, when he was outmatched, Jiang Feng would bolt as soon as he saw the Little Cyan Snake.

Even after reaching Second-Layer Qi Condensation, Jiang Feng still wasn’t willing to provoke it.

He never expected to run into Little Cyan Snake again while on the run.

And this guy was clearly lying in ambush, waiting for him.

Jiang Feng had no idea how he’d angered the Little Cyan Snake.

He waved his hand, summoning a Wind Wall to block it off.

But the Little Cyan Snake was fantastically agile—its figure blurred, sweeping behind him, striking for his neck with a snap of its fangs.

Jiang Feng snorted coldly and swung out the Flame Saber.

At the same time, he used the Three-legged Body Technique, stepping back quickly to open a gap between himself and the Little Cyan Snake.

"Scree! Scree!"

The moment his saber fell, Little Cyan Snake’s green light flared—it seemed empowered, flickering aside in a blink, and came at Jiang Feng’s vital spot again.

"Courting death!"

Jiang Feng was furious.

He burst forth with the Three-legged Body Technique and manipulated the Qinglong Cauldron to shield him.

"Clang!"

The Little Cyan Snake crashed into the Qinglong Cauldron.

Jiang Feng shuddered and staggered back a step.

The Little Cyan Snake wore an angry look—its fangs bit down on the cauldron so hard its venomous teeth nearly snapped.

It hurt so much that it swung its jaw wide and darted madly through the air.

"Was it the Emperor of the Great Tang who sent you to kill me?"

Jiang Feng said, suddenly thinking this was the only explanation.

"Scree! Scree!"

The Little Cyan Snake coiled around a tree branch, and at his words, dove at Jiang Feng again, desperate to kill him.

"Fuck!"

Jiang Feng flipped his palm, drew the Dragon Bone Bow, and fired a Spiritual Arrow Shadow at the Little Cyan Snake.

Five days later.

"Liu Chen!"

Outside the Divine Sect Mansion, an old man in a wheelchair stared at a patch of bloodstain on the ground, overwhelmed by grief.

"I’m sorry—I wasn’t able to protect Liu Chen."

The Saintess wore a face full of guilt.

"Saintess, you are blameless. The fault lies with this old man. I thought hiding in the sect, sending Liu Chen to the Dragon Capital, would sever all karma—but in the end, he was drawn in as well."

The old man in the wheelchair sighed deeply.

He was the only Divine Sect Elder who’d successfully cultivated the Celestial Calculation Divine Skill.

This elder was none other than the Yang Elder mentioned earlier by Liu Chen and the Saintess.

It was by relying on the Life-taking Talisman and Yang Elder’s Celestial Calculation Divine Skill that the Saintess had tracked Jiang Feng into the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

"Old Yang, what matters most now is avenging Liu Chen and the Saint Heir, and restoring the honor of our Divine Sect."

Elder Wang said from the side.

Liu Chen’s real name was Yang Chen, the only person in the Divine Sect who shared blood with Yang Elder—a secret known to only a few inside the sect.

Yet, Yang Elder’s destiny was flawed, his Five Elements Power incomplete, shrouded in ill Fortune, and at last, the misfortune fell on Liu Chen as well.

Even though Liu Chen changed his name and master, and had the Blood God Curse’s protection, he still couldn’t escape an early end.

This was the fate of all who practiced the Celestial Calculation Divine Skill.

Doomed to lonely ends.

Few can escape.

"He’s in Turkic territory."

Yang Elder said.

As the words fell, cracks opened in the skin on his face, exposing flesh and blood beneath.

"Where in Turkic territory?"

The Saintess asked—her Eight Desolates Soul Pursuit Skill had been shattered by Jiang Feng and the Qinglong Cauldron. Now, only Yang Elder’s Celestial Calculation Divine Skill could seek him out.

"The south."

Yang Elder forced the words out, and all the sparse hair on his head fell away in an instant.

The Celestial Calculation Divine Skill drains one’s Fortune.

And Jiang Feng, so desperate to survive, had been constantly wearing the Qinglong Cauldron lately; Yang Elder’s divine skill struggled mightily, burning up his life essence just to learn Jiang Feng was hiding in southern Turkic territory.

"Quick, feed Yang Elder some Spirit Medicine!"

Elder Wang urged anxiously.

Yang Elder’s Celestial Calculation Divine Skill had helped guide the Divine Sect through calamity. Last time, when the sect entered seclusion and locked its gates, with disciples hidden away, it was by Yang Elder’s guidance.

That closed-door retreat allowed the Divine Sect to escape annihilation—and now, the sect could open its doors again.

"Cough, cough!"

Having swallowed several spirit medicines, Yang Elder looked a little better but was still coughing relentlessly.

"Quick, send Yang Elder back!"

Elder Wang hastily ordered the strongest disciples to return Yang Elder to the sect.

"Boom!"

Once Yang Elder was gone, the Saintess transformed into a streak of white light and shot swiftly toward southern Turkic territory.