Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 413 - 355: No Competing with the Inhuman
"Where did you find such a fierce guy?"
Outside the scene, there were Li Qingyun and others who had chased out alongside Zhu Yu. With no more monsters rampaging inside the Cyan Sun Sect, they just needed to awaken the cultivators.
Looking at the fallen cultivators all over the place, Li Qingyun’s face turned black. Even if the sect’s casualties hadn’t reached a thousand, there were at least five or six hundred.
This is more than just a loss—it’s almost a drop to the level of a third-rate sect.
Heaven pity him; he spent so much time managing everything, finally cultivating a group of seeds, only to be harvested by others.
Until today, they were firmly at the threshold of a first-tier sect. He had been looking forward to the future, only to be thrown back to where they started, or even worse.
So, he looked at the remaining nearly a thousand evil cultivators, already filled with murderous intent. These bastards attacked the Cyan Sun Sect—they must be sick of living.
Usually, they’re small and unknown sects and factions that Cyan Sun Sect hadn’t dealt with, yet they dared to unite and attack this place.
Moreover, the Cyan Sun Sect was truly taken down half a life by this group, which Li Qingyun could not tolerate.
Not only Li Qingyun couldn’t tolerate it, but the three Elders had already started fighting. Amid the crowd’s wailing, the three in the Realm of Transcendence were like tigers in a flock of sheep, killing hundreds in just a few blinks.
If it weren’t for Zhu Yu intervening, the three in the Realm of Transcendence might only take some time to annihilate this group of riffraff.
As the chief disciple of Cyan Sun Sect, he naturally wanted to kill this group of bastards. However, as a Guardian, he had more to consider.
Han Yu’s approach is indeed excellent; letting these guys die might vent some anger, but releasing them has a broader significance. Monsters need all the energy from cultivators to form; therefore, they need a lot of cannon fodder.
Only by making these riffraff understand their eventual fate can tactics involving such monsters be suppressed.
And as long as various sects take precautions, even if monsters are released later, they will have no effect.
"These scumbags living can disrupt the evil path’s plans. Even if not for the Imperial Court, for Moyang Mansion, let them go!"
Zhu Yu reluctantly spoke up.
Releasing a thousand survivors inflicts more pain on the mastermind than on the Cyan Sun Sect.
"Moreover, if you truly kill them all, that guy might just drop everything and leave, and we’ll truly have to cry."
Zhu Yu pointed towards the fierce battle at the foot of the mountain.
That’s where Han Yu was battling the monster.
No, it should be said, that’s where Han Yu was single-handedly abusing the monster.
This led to Li Qingyun’s question.
He had never met Han Yu, even though he had been to Moyang City before, they hadn’t actually faced each other.
That’s why Li Qingyun was very surprised as to where Zhu Yu found reinforcements.
Could it be cultivated by the Imperial Court?
Impossible, the Imperial Court definitely couldn’t cultivate such a cultivator, let alone the Nine Sects.
He’s too young, and his strength is too terrifying.
Zhu Yu didn’t speak in riddles or keep secrets. His character wasn’t inclined to do such things, perhaps only Lin Fei would.
When the silly Young Master Lin, with a flushed Zhu Lingyun, flew over, he suddenly felt offended.
"It’s Han Yu. That guy happened to come to capture the leader this time, and I begged him for help, exploiting my Guardian status."
Zhu Yu briefly explained the general course of events.
Li Qingyun and the others didn’t expect the battle between good and evil to have engulfed into this situation; the Cyan Sun Sect, hiding away, naturally had channels less informed than Zhu Yu, who was now mixed in the Guardian Mansion.
If the situation was truly this dire, Moyang Mansion and Cyan Sun Sect genuinely needed to watch and help each other.
The battle at the foot of the mountain grew increasingly intense, mainly due to Han Yu’s striking Divine Techniques, frequently resulting in waves of flames.
Several of them couldn’t resist going down to spectate, including Lin Fei, who curiously followed.
At this moment, Han Yu, clutching someone in one hand and a blade in the other, had traversed back and forth dozens of times.
Each time the monster attempted to flee, the black robe would instinctively exert residual heat, squeezing out some energy.
The monster repeatedly turned back, only to be harvested again by Han Yu.
Like an idiot.
This was the Artifact Spirit’s assessment of the monster.
It has some brains but not much, still remaining in the stage driven by instinct.
But this also makes sense; this thing was finally created to implant Divine Techniques into cultivators!
It was likely sealed due to excessive drawbacks.
"Is your skill too inferior, demanding you to chop so many times each time?"
Han Yu numbly swung his blade, complaining inwardly.
Couldn’t it be finished in one strike?
The Artifact Spirit jumped up, dissatisfied, "Don’t blame the ability if you’re incompetent. My rules are undefeated, it’s because you’re inadequate that you need so many strikes. If I took action, I’d strip it clean with just one blow."
Alright then!
Han Yu found it hard to refute this; technically, the Artifact Spirit’s West River Pill usurping energy is indeed a decisive hammer, taking whatever it claims to.
Yet, how come it turned into a painstaking slicing on my hands?
"Don’t be ungrateful. With your hand chopping at the source ability, any cultivator who sees it would be panicked."
The Artifact Spirit knows its rules abilities well; in the future, Han Yu might ascend with a hand of Pills, or cut others down with a big sword.
The scariest thing is that no one can do anything about him.
"Is this guy truly this strong?"
The several in the Realm of Transcendence who chased out watched for a while, each was intensely shaken.
Just the blistering aura brought by the Cyan Dragon was enough to evoke a sense of dread.
Not to mention the invisible weapon.
The unknown is the scariest; obviously, Han Yu wields nothing visible, and the monster receives no apparent harm, yet indeed, with each swing of the hand, the monster shrieks in pain.
Not only that, the monster’s form was continuously shrinking.
"I can feel the monster’s aura constantly draining."
"I feel its origin forcibly being stripped away."
"Is it some sinister cultivation technique or weapon, simply unheard of?"
With a few words, the transcendents gained a new understanding of Han Yu’s terrifying prowess.
Not to be an enemy; the sixth sense of a transcendent tells them, what appears to be a blade technique must not be confronted.
"Is he truly as strong as they say?"
Lin Fei listened to the surrounding chatter, unable to resist asking the Qilin in his mind.
The Qilin remained silent for a long time, seemingly quite apprehensive.
Why?
Because it detected a familiar scent in Han Yu’s slashing movements, reminiscent of the force that once extracted its Soul Origin.
Yes, it must be.
"Don’t provoke him. My feelings were indeed right; at that time, I saw at a glance he wasn’t human."
So young yet full of horrifying blood and vitality, coupled with terrifying Divine Techniques, not to mention this utterly terrifying ability.
How could he be human?
The mother Qilin inwardly complained.
"I see..."
Lin Fei couldn’t help feeling a bit defeated; he thought he had been reborn, no longer facing Han Yu’s plight as before. Even if he couldn’t win, he shouldn’t fall so short.
The mother Qilin spoke angrily, "Compare with someone else if you must, don’t deliberately find discomfort by comparing yourself to someone who isn’t human!"
The other side seemed to be reaching its conclusion, the monster’s size had reduced to the stature of a small hill.
After Han Yu withdrew the Cyan Dragon, he turned around, his eyes lit up, "Those watching over there, quickly set up the barrier."
Just in time without any workers, people came offering themselves.
