I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Translator: 549690339

“Is there more?”

Zhang Hai’s complexion changes again. The Illusory Fire Cauldron shrank, the Illusory Fire within leapt up without time to morph into a weapon. It collided directly with the falling Xuan Huang Qi.

Boom boom boom!!

The Illusory Fire dispersed, recurring back into the Fire Cauldron. The entire Fire Cauldron was devoid of aura. This heirloom treasure of the Zhang family, an upper-tier talisman, had taken successive strikes from top-tier and upper-tier Spiritual Talismans, over half of it was already ruined.

Zhang Hai had no time to grieve.

Because from the corner of his eye, an incoming purple long sword was already on its way. The destructive aura on the sword now seemed like a physical entity, making his heart leap.

He would die.

Truly die.

Under this deadly crisis, without the seconds thought, he directed the eighth spiritual talisman in his hand – which was close to exhaustion and had initially been intended for Han Yi – towards the incoming sword.

Three hundred meters away.

Han Yi smirked devilishly, his eyes crimson. The image contrasted with his usual genial old cultivator’s face, making him appear eerily sinister and intimidating.

At this moment.

As the spiritual talisman descended.

Han Yi’s thoughts came flooding in, an idea flitted through his mind.

“Burst!”

Three hundred meters away.

The seven-star Kunwu Sword, Han Yi’s first magical tool gifted to him by Emperor Daqian, exploded instantly. A mighty gust of purple sword Qi scattered apart, radiating destructive energy. Part of it was annihilated by the falling Spiritual Talisman, but most of it, under the explosive push, moved even faster and shot past Zhang Hai.

Puh, puh, puh!!

It sounded like countless bullets piercing through a wooden board one after another.

The body armor on Zhang Hai was unable to block the shredded violent sword tool completely and was pierced through. His face was left riddled with holes.

However, if there were no further attacks at this moment, he still had a chance to survive.

But would Han Yi grant him his wish?

Amid the shattered purple sword Qi, a white sword tool radiating a chilling aura quietly appeared. It lightly brushed past, obliterating his head directly.

The chilling aura emitted by the sword tool further froze the shredded flesh and blood into ice cubes. The ice cubes fell to the ground and shattered into ice crumbs, leaving no recognizable features behind.

The headless body paused slightly, its ability to hover was lost, and it was about to fall downwards.

Just then, a hand pierced through the violently raging energy and pressed onto Zhang Hai’s body. The Soul Searching Skill was cast, detaining his Divine Soul, then proceeding to destroy it.

Obviously, the one who arrived immediately after the Heavenly Cold Sword was Han Yi.

Actually.

Zhang Hai’s cultivation realm was even weaker than Tuoba Tu’s. Despite Tuoba Tu having advanced to the late-stage Golden Core for over thirty years, Zhang Hai had just solidified his cultivation base at the same stage.

The primary reason Zhang Hai was able to suppress Han Yi was that he had Spiritual Talismans in his hands.

With ten third-stage upper-grade Spiritual Talismans, even a pile could kill. Furthermore.

Adding on the Zhang family’s heirloom treasure, an upper-tier magical tool, Illusory Fire Cauldron. One could say that if anybody else were in the late-stage Golden Core, they would hardly catch a breath under Zhang Hai’s relentless onslaught.

Even a cultivator at Golden Core Peak would face a demise if they weren’t careful or quick enough to react.

Having destroyed Zhang Hai’s head and condensed his Divine Soul into a Soul Shadow using the Soul Searching skill, Han Yi still felt a lingering fear. He took the remaining two third-grade upper-tier Spiritual Talismans on Zhang Hai’s corpse and the Three-legged Bronze Fining Pot (that had no aura) into the Qiankun Ring.

Next.

His consciousness swept over the body again, ensuring that the headless corpse had no life left and no Divine Soul remnants. He threw the headless body into the Qiankun Ring.

Then, Han Yi descended and retrieved Tuoba Tu – who had been deformed by the rebounding force – into his Qiankun Ring. He had noticed the black inner armor on Tuoba Tu, but now was not the time to inspect it.

He also collected the Spiritual Talismans that were severed from the hand by the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword into the Qiankun Ring.

Next.

Just as he was about to take flight, he suddenly felt a majestic pressure bearing down on him, forcing him downwards.

Han Yi’s expression altered slightly.

This pressure was beyond the Golden Core Stage.

There was a Nascent Soul! A Monarch Level cultivator had arrived.

If you think about it.

From the moment Han Yi detected Tuoba Tu’s disguise, killed Tuoba Tu, to Zhang Hai’s appearance, seven Spiritual Talismans had beaten Han Yi to the point of being unable to fight back and he almost died.

Using Tuoba Tu’s corpse to block further attacks, he finally gained a moment’s respite. He then counterattacked, using up two Spiritual Talismans. One of them was a third-tier top-grade Spiritual Talisman and the other was a third-tier upper-grade Spiritual Talisman. In addition to self-detonating the Red Moon Immortal Boat and the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword, he finally killed Zhang Hai.

The entire process took less than ten breaths of time.

By right, for a Monarch Level cultivator, ten breaths of time is too long. From Han Yi’s understanding, if there were powerful cultivators in the Supreme Pavilion, they should have appeared sooner.

Why did they arrive so late at this moment? What was the reason?

Han Yi looked up and saw a lean middle-aged cultivator appear behind him.

Behind him?

Not from the Supreme Pavilion?

However, when Han Yi clearly saw the face of the middle-aged cultivator, his heart pounded. His mind flickered with realization.

The apprehension from the Yu family’s Yu Wei, being rejected by the Supreme Pavilion twice in a half-month span, someone sneaking into the Spirit Immortal Inn, connected together hinted at a possibility.

Ku Mu Monarch was unaware that the Yu family had arrived; it was someone in the Supreme Pavilion who was secretly obstructing, leaving Yu Xi and him waiting time and time again. It was the reason Tuoba Tu and Zhang Hai appeared here.

All the pieces fit into place.

As numerous thoughts surfaced, Han Yi was the first to speak.

“I pay respects to Ku Mu Monarch. Junior Wang Lin, has been waiting here for a long time..”