Bachelor [EN]: Chapter 130

A green-robed figure wearing a silver mask stood atop a massive harpoon, buffeted by the wind, dozens of feet in the air.

The harpoon, with its overall turquoise color and faint black aura, looked extraordinary. Upon seeing him, Han Li involuntarily spoke,

“The Young Master of the Ghost Spirit Sect!”

“Haha. You recognize me, so there’s no need for introductions. Will you step into the formation to prolong your life, or will you have your soul extracted by my hand right now?”

The crimson in Wang Seon’s eyes had intensified several times over. His pupils, now entirely red, emanated a beast-like aura.

Seeing this, Han Li’s heart began to race, unsure of what strange secret technique his opponent had mastered.

However, when his opponent mentioned the formation, he glanced towards where the disciples were gathered, and his expression worsened upon seeing the situation there.

In an instant, a massive, dark gray barrier completely sealed off an area of over a hundred li [approximately 30 miles]. Within that light barrier, a thick, dark gray fog filled the space, making it impossible to see or even hear anything inside.

Having grasped the situation, Han Li refocused his gaze on the Ghost Spirit Sect’s Young Master. Although he appeared to be at the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment realm, he was clearly a formidable opponent. A moment’s lapse in vigilance could mean being buried here forever.

The thought of dying here spurred Han Li to immediately extend his hand, releasing a white light. The white light rode the wind and instantly transformed into a dragon scale shield, blocking his front. With his other hand, he sent the Wind God Talisman to hover in the space behind him.

According to Han Li’s plan, he needed to escape on the Wind God Talisman as soon as possible. Fighting the Young Master here would be foolish.

Not only was he unlikely to defeat the Young Master, but even if he somehow managed to overcome him, countless subordinates would be waiting!

He had no ability to fight against dozens of opponents. Just escaping and reporting the alliance between the Yeon family and the Ghost Spirit Sect to the Yellow Maple Valley would be enough to fulfill his duty.

Wang Seon laughed at Han Li’s actions. He laughed so hard that Han Li wondered if the man had gone mad.

“Trying to escape? How dare you try to flee before me! I’ll kill you right now!”

The Ghost Spirit Sect’s Young Master suddenly rotated the harpoon he was standing on, and a scarlet mist erupted from his body.

The mists coalesced, quickly forming a blood-colored cloud over ten feet in size, which rushed towards Han Li with a menacing aura. Without hesitation, Han Li maximized the power of the Wind God Talisman, turning into a streak of light that tore through the sky.

“Hahahaha! Do you think you can escape the speed of my Blood Spirit Great Art!”

Wang Seon’s maniacal laughter echoed from behind Han Li. Even without turning his head, he could clearly sense the sound growing closer.

The speed of the Blood Spirit Great Art seemed faster than the fully activated Wind God Talisman, causing his face to pale.

Both Han Li, now a streak of light, and the blood-colored cloud chasing him, flew over a hundred li in an instant, but the distance between them was steadily decreasing. Han Li was grimacing, while Wang Seon, who was chasing him, was greatly surprised.

The speed of this Blood Spirit Great Art was not the best among the Six Demonic Sects, but it was definitely in the top five. Therefore, it was much faster than ordinary top-grade magical artifacts.

Yet, even as he chased at full speed, he couldn’t catch up to the small boat of his opponent, which was surprising and intensified his desire to kill him.

Han Li knew that if he continued to flee like a madman, he would soon be caught. He had to do something immediately.

Searching through his storage pouch, he pulled out a bundle of low-grade talismans that unleashed fireballs. He scattered several of them behind him, and explosions followed in quick succession.

He turned his head slightly to check the results. As a result, the front of the blood-colored cloud, which had been flying with tremendous force, had become slightly hazy, revealing the Young Master’s figure.

Feeling better about the unexpected result, Han Li was about to throw the remaining talismans when a green light shot out from the Young Master’s hand within the blood cloud. Unexpectedly, the harpoon-shaped magical artifact that the Young Master had been riding on was flying towards Han Li.

Unable to avoid it, he changed the target of the talismans and scattered them towards the harpoon. After about twenty consecutive explosions of fireballs, the harpoon, shrouded in black energy, couldn’t even get close to Han Li.

In this brief moment, the Young Master’s blood-colored cloud had already returned to its original form.

At that moment, Wang Seon raised his head and let out a sharp cry that seemed to tear the sky, causing the blood-colored cloud to expand and engulf the void. At the same time, its speed increased several times, blocking the path in front of the Wind God Talisman and spreading a red aura.

Just before the Wind God Talisman collided with the blood-colored cloud, Han Li barely managed to stop and hurriedly pulled out a black magical artifact shaped like an animal’s claw from his storage pouch.

“Go!”

Han Li, focusing his gaze on the green harpoon that was silently attacking from behind, shot the claw behind him.

Once it left his hand, the magical artifact immediately grew in size, attempting to slash at the green harpoon. However, black energy was released from the green harpoon, entangling the giant claw and rendering it immobile.

Seeing this, Han Li formed a hand seal, and this time, black light was emitted from the claw, cutting through the black energy of the harpoon with a slicing sound.

“So, it wasn’t an ordinary top-grade magical artifact! To be able to kill the spirits of the Jade Yin Fork, it seems my personal intervention was not in vain.”

The blood-colored cloud stirred, and two large, blood-colored monsters with fangs bared, claws swinging, leaped out. These monsters had short horns, sharp tails, and eyes that were entirely red, resembling the Young Master.

“What are those?”

Upon seeing the monsters, Han Li was reminded of the evil spirits he had only heard about in stories, and a chill ran down his spine. He immediately sent out the Five Dragon Talons to shatter them. The evil spirits seemed to return to the blood-colored cloud.

‘They’re easier to deal with than I thought?’

Just as Han Li was about to relax, Wang Seon’s mocking laughter was heard.

“Hehe, don’t be so happy too soon. My Blood Spirit Great Art’s blood ghosts can’t be eliminated so easily.”

A chill went down his spine. He immediately shot the magical artifact into the blood cloud, making the Five Dragon Talons pierce through it.

Han Li, who had been happy thinking his attack had succeeded, quickly poured his magical power into the Five Dragon Talons when he realized that a giant claw had grabbed it and was slowly losing control.

“Oh! It can withstand being tainted by spiritual blood, that magical artifact is quite tempting!”

Wang Seon, momentarily surprised, also revealed his greed. With Wang Seon’s words, the blood-colored clouds all around began to seethe, and blood ghosts poured out. Needless to say, they rushed towards Han Li.

Although his expression was a bit stiff, Han Li used the Five Dragon Talons to create an impenetrable defense. Each time the blood ghosts rushed in, they were shattered by the giant claws and returned to their original red mist.

However, after killing over a hundred blood ghosts, he sighed as new monsters continued to appear. It seemed that the Ghost Spirit Sect’s Young Master was waiting for his magical power to be depleted.

He couldn’t stay like this.

Searching through his storage pouch again, Han Li pulled out a pile of low to mid-grade talismans, which seemed to number at least seventy.

He then sent them into the air in one go, and spells like fireballs and ice spears covered the sky.

Moreover, the flames that Han Li had created in an instant closely followed behind. He remembered that the blood-colored cloud had become hazy after the continuous fireballs earlier. With this indiscriminate barrage, he would surely be able to create an opening to escape.

“Don’t even dream of it!”

Wang Seon shouted with a cold face, but in truth, he had never imagined that his opponent would carry so many talismans.

Considering that low-grade talismans were almost useless to Foundation Establishment cultivators, except for those in the upper realms, it was truly unexpected.

However, even the arrogant and presumptuous Young Master of the Ghost Spirit Sect could not allow the blood-colored cloud to be hit by such an indiscriminate barrage.

As Wang Seon chanted a spell, black skulls appeared from within the cloud. They immediately opened their mouths and released black energy, and those several streams of black energy blocked almost all of Han Li’s talisman attacks. After a brief series of explosions, the blood-colored cloud remained intact.

Calming his mind, Han Li involuntarily glanced at the skulls, and then Wang Seon’s voice was heard again, and blood ghosts leaped out of the blood cloud.

“Do you still think you can escape? Quietly become food for my blood ghosts! The thought of you being covered in blood and torn apart is already making me excited! Hahaha!”

The Young Master of the Ghost Spirit Sect revealed his madness with his laughter.

“Madman!”

Han Li, while controlling the Five Dragon Talons to fight the blood ghosts, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and pondered a solution. He was already holding a mid-grade spirit stone in one hand, replenishing his magical power.

Even for a cultivator in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment realm, killing all the endlessly pouring blood ghosts would eventually deplete their magical power.

‘Bang!’

Suddenly, a blue mist appeared, and Han Li disappeared into it. It gradually expanded, trapping the blood ghosts as well, and began to mix with the blood-colored cloud.

Wang Seon, who had been momentarily startled, relaxed a little when his blood cloud absorbed the blue mist. However, no matter how much it was absorbed, the blue mist showed no signs of thinning, and he couldn’t tell what Han Li was doing inside.

* * *

The blue mist continued to billow, and no shapes or sounds emerged from within. The blood ghosts delved deep into it, only to be shattered.

Now, Wang Seon could no longer remain still. As he formed a hand seal, the skulls floating within the blood-colored cloud opened their mouths and released dozens of black beams. Their target was the center of the blue mist, where Han Li was believed to be.

‘Puff puff puff!’

A white light shone from within the mist, colliding with the approaching black beams. The Young Master of the Ghost Spirit Sect seemed flustered by the dazzling light, but then he remembered the white scale shield that Han Li had taken out at the beginning.

“I’ll have to shed some blood for the sake of the top-grade magical artifacts I’m going to obtain. I don’t know what you’re planning.”

Wang Seon brought the index finger of his right hand to his mouth and bit it. When a dark drop of blood formed, he dropped it into the blood cloud. Then, he stirred the blood-colored cloud with both hands, infusing it with magical power. The blood ghosts were naturally absorbed into the red cloud.

The blue and red colors mixed, and the blood-colored cloud moved continuously. At that moment, a giant white light barrier appeared where Han Li was. At its center was the white scale shield.

Han Li, who had finally revealed himself, was holding a small blade that emitted a surprising yellow light in both hands, and in his other hand, he held a sparkling talisman, ready to attack. Moreover, blue and red circles were floating beside him, continuously creating mist. After waiting, all of this came into Wang Seon’s sight.

“You…”

However, the Young Master of the Ghost Spirit Sect sneered. He was about to throw out a few taunts, but as soon as the first syllable came out of his mouth, Han Li began to move.

The small blade transformed into a dazzling yellow light that stretched for several feet and was shot towards Wang Seon, and the talisman in his other hand became a fire dragon made of fierce flames in the air, launching a surprise attack.

“Magical artifacts are useless against my Blood Spirit Great Art. However…”
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