"I have a tracking spell, but it requires a medium," Pan Boyuan hesitated before speaking.
Elian's eyes brightened with hope and he immediately asked, "What kind of medium is needed?"
"It might be a bit difficult," Pan Boyuan shook his head and explained, "The spell is called Resentment Soul Tracking. It requires a cultivator who harbors deep resentment toward the target. The stronger the hatred and the higher the cultivator's level, the more effective the spell."
"Resentment Soul Tracking?" Elian's eyes gleamed. He had a deep vendetta against Wei Chongyang, he was responsible for the death of more than half of the Chen family's cultivators years ago.
This hatred was almost immeasurable, akin to the enmity of a parent's killer. Moreover, with Elian's cultivation at the Purple Mansion stage, he was the ideal conduit for the spell.
With this thought, he turned to Pan Boyuan and said, "Cast the spell on me."
The group looked delighted, now understanding the immense grudge Elian bore toward Wei Chongyang. Seizing the advantage that only three hours had passed since Wei's escape, Pan Boyuan hurriedly cast the Resentment Soul Tracking spell on Elian.
As the spell took effect, Elian felt a faint pull toward a malicious presence in the northeast, approximately 13,000 miles away. The spell allowed him to sense Wei Chongyang's location.
Seeing the spell succeed, Pan Boyuan warned, "My spiritual power is limited, so this spell will only last three days and can only sense within 30,000 miles. If you sense him, act quickly."
Before Pan could finish, Elian had already activated his sword light, rising into the sky and disappearing into the horizon. With his strength near the late Purple Mansion stage and riding his superior third-tier natal sword, Elian could cover 100,000 miles in a single day, making it feasible to catch Wei Chongyang.
Half a day later, after chasing for tens of thousands of miles, Elian finally sensed that the malicious presence was closing in.
"He's within 1,000 miles," Elian's eyes turned cold, and the light of the Fiery Void Sword beneath him surged, propelling him forward like a shooting star. At his speed, the distance of 1,000 miles was covered in just an incense stick of time. Soon, he spotted Wei Chongyang, who was desperately fleeing on his flying sword.
"Not good," Wei Chongyang glanced back and saw a brilliant blue light chasing him from the horizon. Recognizing Elian, his heart sank. Hastily, he burned a mouthful of natal essence blood to activate an escape technique.
With the boost from his essence blood, Wei Chongyang's speed temporarily increased severalfold, momentarily pulling ahead of Elian.
However, Elian's superior third-tier natal sword far outpaced Wei's capabilities. Although Wei Chongyang temporarily shook Elian off, he couldn't escape the Resentment Soul Tracking spell. Before long, Elian caught up again.
Helpless, Wei Chongyang burned more essence blood to flee once more. This chase-and-escape continued, with Wei exhausting multiple mouthfuls of his essence blood but unable to shake off Elian's pursuit.
"This can't go on," Wei Chongyang thought, realizing his strength would be drained before even engaging in combat. Determined, he stopped mid-flight, summoning his natal treasure, the Azure Sky Heart Sword, and slashing toward Elian.
The Azure Sky Heart Sword was a famous weapon of Qingyang Sect, nearly equal in power to Elian's previous Whiteblade Dustbreaker Saber and not far inferior to the Thunderfire Sword. As it swung, the blade expanded into a green sword aura dozens of meters long, cutting toward Elian.
Seeing the attack, Elian casually summoned a Fire Element Divine Thunder. With a deafening explosion, the green sword aura dimmed and fell away.
"So strong," Wei Chongyang gasped, shocked that his treasured sword was damaged in a single strike.
Not giving Wei a chance to recover, Elian released the Heavenly River Deep Water Sword, which transformed into a dazzling sword aura and struck forward.
Wei Chongyang hurriedly brought out his trump card, a superior third-tier treasure named Dragon Severance. The weapon radiated golden light and slashed at Elian, but Elian's Fiery Void Sword intercepted it with a sharp clang.
The battle lasted less than ten moves. With Elian employing the combined might of his swords, his combat prowess flowed effortlessly like a raging river. After retreating nearly a hundred miles during the duel, Elian finally shattered Wei Chongyang's protective barriers and split him in two.
Wei Chongyang's body fell to the ground. Despite being gravely wounded, his life force as a Purple Mansion cultivator allowed him to cling to life, albeit barely.
Knowing his end was near, Wei Chongyang forced a mocking laugh. "Don't think you've won, Elian. Killing me won't bring back the dead of your Chen family."
He glared at Elian with twisted satisfaction.
"Do you even know how your father, Chen Qingming, and your mother died?"
"Ha! You'll never know!" Wei Chongyang laughed maniacally, blood spilling from his lips.
Elian landed gracefully, his expression calm as water. Contrary to Wei Chongyang's expectations, Elian displayed no urgency, only quiet composure as he said, "I already know."
"Impossible!" Wei Chongyang exclaimed, disbelief and shock flashing across his face.
"You were only three years old then. How could you possibly remember?"
Unfazed, Elian looked at him and smiled, "Wei Mingyuan—I killed him."
"You—" Wei Chongyang froze, finally realizing that the person who had killed his son was standing before him. Rage overtook him, and he spat blood as his breath faltered.
In his final moments, Wei Chongyang cursed Elian with a crazed expression. "You kill too recklessly... You will face divine retribution! I curse you... to die miserably..."
With that, Wei Chongyang succumbed to his injuries. Elian gazed coldly at his corpse.
Unlike others, Elian was born with awakened memories of his past. His parents had been disciples of Qingyang Sect—his father, Chen Qingming, possessed dual water-fire roots, while his mother had average triple roots. Yet during her pregnancy, his mother had been nurtured by innate Primordial Purple Qi, awakening a rare Dao Physique.
This secret was known to few. But one day, a Golden Core cultivator from the Tianlu Continent named Qin arrived, seeking to extract her bloodline to refine it into a treasured pill.
The act of bloodline extraction, bordering on demonic practices, violated the righteous path. Alarmed, a high-ranking individual—possibly from the Ji Clan—intervened, forcing the assailant to leave after extracting her bloodline.
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