I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy Chapter 224 – Daoist Sky-heart

Chapter 224: Chapter 164: Daoist Sky-heart

“Marvelous, truly marvelous.”

The voice conveyed a sense of delight.

Han Yi struggled to raise his head, and a shudder ran through him.

What shocked him was his current condition, which was at its worst. Rather than encountering a Foundation Establishment cultivator, even facing a mere Qi Condensation third layer cultivator could be fatal to him, leaving his life hanging by a thread.

He looked up and saw an old man sitting cross-legged in the void, looking down at him with interest, a smile on his face.

This old man, sitting in void, was dressed in a purple robe and appeared to be around sixty years old. He had an air of immortal wind and dao bones, aloof from the world, with eyes as deep as the starry sky.

His aura was inscrutable, perfectly rounded and undetectable.

He forced himself to use the Qi Observation Skill on the old man, only to feel a stabbing pain in his eyes and a sudden surge of shock in his heart.

Han Yi had only seen this kind of aura on the body of Yuan Shun after his breakthrough, and this aura was several times stronger than Yuan Shim’s.

This was a Nascent Soul True Lord.

Upon understanding the old man’s realm, the shock in Han Yi’s mind was momentary, replaced by calmness.

If the old man was at the Foundation Establishment stage, Han Yi would naturally be alarmed, as no matter whether it was the Blood God Sect or other sects, loose cultivators or Daqian official cultivators, all might try to kill and loot him.

If the old man was at the Golden Core Stage, Han Yi would also be worried. After all, there were quite a few Golden Core Stage cultivators in Shu State, and even the exterminated Blood God Sect might have hidden some.

However, the old man was not at the Foundation Establishment stage, nor the Golden Core stage, but a Nascent Soul True Lord, which actually made Han Yi worry less.

In Shu State, there were only a few sects with Nascent Soul True Lords. However, from the old man’s words, Han Yi had already figured out where this old man might have come from.

Only one sect in Shu State would talk about “heaven’s will” like this.

The Heavenly Will Sect.

In Han Yi’s mind, the image of a cultivator he had met twice before appeared – Zhao Li.

Back in Daofu City, Han Yi was invited by Luo Yunzhou to help, and he met the Heavenly Will Sect cultivator Zhao Li. After leaving the mysterious land of the Luo family’s Spirit Field, he encountered Zhao Li once more.

The two times he met Zhao Li, Han Yi felt a sense of resistance towards the sect, as he believed that their mysterious demeanor seemed abnormal.

Cultivators strive against heaven and men; they cannot rely entirely on heaven’s will.

What if one day, the strongest member of the sect decides that heaven’s will is to destroy the sect, and ends up dooming the entire sect? Others would suffer and die unjustly, so it’s safer to keep one’s distance.

Once Han Yi figured out the old man’s realm, he breathed a sigh of relief.

In an instant, like a deflated balloon, he collapsed onto the ground.

Immediately, waves of severe pain erupted from his flesh and divine soul.

From the outside, Han Yi looked incredibly wretched at this moment, covered in blood, his hands broken, his divine soul scattered, barely able to condense, his consciousness dull, and only a strong will to prevent himself from passing out.

“His strength is not weak, with this fighting power far surpassing his realm. In the celebration ceremony, he will surely stun and amaze the other old ghosts.” “Heaven’s will, truly heaven’s will.”

The mumblings of the old man and the way he looked at Han Yi sent chills down his spine. However, at this point, he was like meat on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

“Junior Han Yi of Xuandan Sect, is there any task or request from my senior?” Han Yi said, struggling to ignore the pain with a hoarse voice.

His voice startled even him, as it was too hoarse and unpleasant to hear.

The old man in mid-air had already descended, and Han Yi saw him shake his head slightly.

“Xuandan Sect? The new Nascent Soul Great Sect? 1 think the sect leader is called Yuan Shun. Well, it doesn’t matter. In Shu State, as long as you don’t belong to the Southern Dipper Divine Palace or Daqian, it’s fine. If Yuan Shun has any objections, this old daoist will make sure he’s searching for his teeth.”

“Starting today, you should call me master, not senior.”

“Come, follow your master to Daqian Imperial City.”

These words made Han Yi’s heart race, as he understood the meaning clearly – this person planned to forcibly take him as a disciple?

What was wrong with this old man?

He had heard of forcibly seizing opportunities, forcibly taking Spirit Veins, but never forcibly taking on an apprentice.

Moreover, this old man was a Nascent Soul True Lord. If he really wanted to accept a disciple, he only had to say the word, and countless Foundation Establishment cultivators would come swarming, ready for him to choose from.

Why him?

Before Han Yi could voice his thoughts, the old man released a luminous Immortal Boat, that was merely ten square feet. Han Yi was swept up and landed on the Immortal Boat.

Then, the Green Reed Sword in the distance leaped up and fell into its sheath on Han Yi’s back.

Even further away, Yuan Changtian’s Golden Light Shuttle transformed into a stream of golden light, landing on the Immortal Boat.

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The next moment.

The luminous Immortal Boat shot into the sky, turning into a streak of flowing light, flying towards the east. Its speed was much faster than that of an ordinary Golden Core Stage cultivator.

At the abandoned field, from a bird’s eye view, a ball of white flame was still burning and unaffected. Inside the flames, there was not much left of Yuan Changtian’s body.

Unless there was an accident, this ball of flame would continue to burn Yuan Changtian’s remains for 49 days before extinguishing.

In front of the flame, about ten meters away, there were a series of blood footprints extending to and from the flames, all the way to a small, shattered mound of soil..