Logically, Han Xuanji should have panicked and tried to escape using various small tricks.
Why is this guy so calm?
Is the mental fortitude of Shenxuan Sect's true Disciples so high now?
Thinking of this, Night Nine Heavens immediately revealed a trace of his Huashen Realm aura and coldly said:
"Young man, if you cooperate well, I can spare your life."
With a powerful aura of deterrence, and a soul-capturing technique used in his words, an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator would have spilled everything by now.
But Han Xuanji remained unmoved, even wanting to laugh.
Han Xuanji glanced at the black-robed man in front of him and casually said:
"You're from the Heavenly Demon Sect, aren't you?"
Seeing Han Xuanji's strange gaze, and even a hint of disdain, Night Nine Heavens' eyes narrowed.
He realized that something was off with Han Xuanji.
"Playing tricks!"
The demonic patterns on Night Nine Heavens' forehead materialized, and his Soul Transformation Divine Might was fully unleashed.
He pointed his fingers like a blade at Han Xuanji's Heavenly Spirit, a wisp of Yin-attribute Spiritual Qi entwined around his fingertip: "After I extract your soul, I want to see what you truly are!"
"Why do you insist on seeking death?"
Han Xuanji's eyes turned icy, as if capable of freezing everything in the world, and his entire demeanor abruptly changed.
He wasn't sure of the other party's identity before, but now he was basically certain.
It was that damned Heavenly Demon Sect again.
One day, he would have to pay them a visit and tell them:
If you don't seek death, you won't die.
The next moment.
Lingxiao Sword materialized, without dazzling sword light, only a ripple like water spreading out.
Immediately after, Night Nine Heavens only felt an intense pain.
Unbeknownst to him, his left arm had been severed at the root.
"You... who exactly are you?!"
Night Nine Heavens staggered back.
"Even a Soul Transformation Sword Cultivator wouldn't be able to break through this Underworld Blood Robe..."
He frantically chanted incantations to activate his defensive Magic Treasure, and a bloody phantom of a Magic Robe enveloped him, making the surroundings appear as if plunged into a sea of blood.
Then, a sword light flashed past.
Night Nine Heavens' pupils constricted, sensing danger.
The bloody phantom of the Magic Robe resisted for a breath, but was quickly torn apart by the powerful Sword Qi.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, the Magic Robe shattered.
Night Nine Heavens couldn't help but show a pained expression.
This was a Top-Grade protective Magic Treasure at the Soul Transformation Realm level, bestowed upon him by the Sect Master.
Normally, it could withstand multiple full-force attacks from a Soul Transformation Realm expert, but he didn't expect it to shatter with just one attack.
Moreover, the remaining Sword Qi cut through Night Nine Heavens' Physical Body, causing blood to gush out.
If not for the Soul Transformation body's vitality far exceeding that of ordinary people, he would have probably died from this single sword strike.
"You are the Demon-Slaying Sword Master?!"
Night Nine Heavens couldn't help but blurt out.
But then he immediately felt it was impossible.
It was well-known that the Demon-Slaying Sword Master had just broken through to Soul Transformation, and the Cultivation of the person in front of him clearly didn't match.
Hearing this, Han Xuanji said seriously:
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Soaring Sky Sword Art—Sword Qi Soaring Sky!
Terrifying Sword Intent swept over, accompanied by unbelievably fast Sword Qi.
In an instant.
Night Nine Heavens hastily summoned a shield Magic Treasure to protect himself.
The next second.
The Flying Sword directly pierced through the shield, and countless Sword Qi slammed into Night Nine Heavens' body, instantly grinding his Physical Body into dust.
Night Nine Heavens' Primordial Spirit now detached from his Physical Body and transformed into a streak of light, flying into the sky.
His idea was good, but unfortunately, under Han Xuanji's Cave Void Divine Eye, the Primordial Spirit's whereabouts were clearly visible, and the Sword Intent, like a Dragon, instantly annihilated it.
Han Xuanji confirmed that Night Nine Heavens' Physical Body and Primordial Spirit were both gone, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
As expected of a Cultivator in the Late Stage of the Soul Transformation Realm, he actually exchanged two moves with him.
Originally, he didn't really want to bother with these matters.
After all, there were certainly quite a few Demonic Path spies in Shenxuan Sect.
But allowing this guy to infiltrate Lingxiu Peak would inevitably cause a disturbance.
Although it wouldn't be fatal.
However, Lingxiu Peak would definitely be alerted, making the surrounding defenses even stricter, which would certainly affect his sign-in endeavors.
This was something he could not accept.
If he went to other places to cause trouble, he wouldn't even need to personally intervene.
The only pity was that the power of Lingxiao Sword was too strong, directly pulverizing the opponent's storage ring along with him.
This was already him holding back, not letting Lingxiao Sword unleash too much power.
If he had gone all out, the Immortal Artifact's aura would have been impossible to conceal, and the entire Shenxuan Sect would have been shaken.
"Immortal Artifacts are truly awesome."
Han Xuanji sighed in his heart.
Although he could still win without an Immortal Artifact, it wouldn't have been this easy.
After all, the other party was a Cultivator in the Late Stage of the Soul Transformation Realm, a Realm slightly higher than his, and he had many life-saving methods.
After slaying this Demonic Cultivator who sought death, Han Xuanji didn't hesitate, his figure moved and disappeared from the spot.
Although he intentionally reduced the commotion of the battle, his full-force attack still startled many people, attracting Shenxuan Sect's Disciples to investigate the situation.
However, Han Xuanji easily bypassed them and returned to his Immortal Cave.
Under his modifications, this originally low-end Immortal Cave now had various Formations bolstering it, with Top-Grade Spirit Stones placed, and Spiritual Qi was incredibly abundant, even completely surpassing any Advanced Immortal Cave on Lingxiu Peak.
"After wasting so much time, it's time to consume the Refining Spirit Pill."
Han Xuanji sat cross-legged, and with a thought, a small Medicinal Pill appeared before him.
The Refining Spirit Pill was colorless and formless, yet it exuded an aura that made one's mind feel comfortable, extremely profound.
"I wonder how this Medicinal Pill was refined..."
Han Xuanji's thoughts drifted.
In fact, the method for refining the Refining Spirit Pill had been lost.
If an Alchemy Grandmaster saw this scene, their eyes would surely turn red.
Then, Han Xuanji took a deep breath and swallowed the floating Refining Spirit Pill.
Boom!
In an instant, the Refining Spirit Pill melted upon entering his mouth.
Han Xuanji wasn't surprised by this; this Refining Spirit Pill was originally effective on the Primordial Spirit and had no relation to the Physical Body.
At this moment, he could feel his thoughts becoming more active, and the medicinal power of the Refining Spirit Pill transformed into a spiritual energy that flowed towards Han Xuanji's "Spirit."
Several hours later.
Crack, a burst of sound!
Han Xuanji slowly opened his eyes, as if a bolt of lightning was dancing in the secret chamber.
The immense progress in his spirit even triggered a real-world phenomenon.
At Han Xuanji's glabella, the Primordial Spirit phantom became even more solid and powerful.
"One Medicinal Pill actually strengthened my Primordial Spirit by thirty percent!"
Han Xuanji carefully felt it and nodded slightly.
This one Medicinal Pill saved him at least several years of arduous cultivation.
This was still relative to his speed; if it were someone else, it might have saved hundreds of years.
"No wonder some Loose Cultivators join a faction when their Realm gets high."
Han Xuanji understood this very well.
In the later stages of Cultivation, without resources, relying solely on arduous cultivation was too slow.
If he hadn't obtained so many resources from signing in, relying solely on arduous cultivation, he wouldn't have achieved Soul Transformation so quickly.
....
At the same time.
In the distant North Underworld State.
Heavenly Demon Sect, Wuxiang Hall.
A soul lamp flickered.
Wuxiang Hall Master Liu Wumie, dressed in black robes, had a stern face, and his entire being exuded immense Divine Might.
"Night Nine Heavens, you disappoint me too much."
In the soul lamp, a phantom materialized, its face blurry, but its appearance could still be clearly seen; it was Night Nine Heavens, the Demonic Cultivator previously slain by Han Xuanji.
At this moment, the phantom trembled and said helplessly:
"There are experts within Shenxuan Sect."