Chapter 60: Fighting the Enemy.
Chapter 60
The days in the Amaterasu Sect slipped by quietly. Bu Xingjin had never been fond of wandering around. Although he had lived there for some time, he was only vaguely familiar with the area around Fuhua Peak. Now, with the Amaterasu Sect facing a disaster, he sought Zhao Siwen's help, but for a moment he was at a loss, unsure where to turn.
The gate of the Amaterasu sect seemed to be shrouded in a veil of tranquility, as peaceful and tranquil as ever. Only the dissipated mountain-guarding formation stood out like a conspicuous scar, silently warning everyone who entered the sect that the Amaterasu sect was currently in the midst of an unprecedented crisis.
Bu Xingjin, anxious, raised his hand to summon the system panel, intending to retrieve his spiritual essence from his system backpack to quickly restore his spiritual power. As the translucent panel slowly unfolded before his eyes, he realized with a start that he hadn't opened it in a long time. He paused for a moment, realizing that the last time he checked was when Senior Sister Zhong disappeared, and he had just been promoted from Level 37 to Level 38.
Since then, he'd been swamped with tasks, searching for and rescuing his senior sister, completely distracted. It wasn't until this moment, desperately in need of spiritual energy, that he remembered the treasures in his system backpack and hurriedly opened the control panel. A glance at them surprised him; he'd already reached level 40 without realizing it. The rewards for these two upgrades, as he hadn't had the time to choose, were randomly distributed by the system, as per usual practice. He had no idea what they were.
He subconsciously tapped a few blank spaces on the panel, fully expecting a historical playback function to pop up, allowing him to review his gains from these two levels. Unfortunately, this was not the case. Time was running short, leaving him no time for further investigation. He briefly glanced at the panel, then precisely retrieved a vial of spiritual essence from his system backpack and drank it all in one gulp. The spiritual essence melted into his throat, like a warm and powerful current that instantly swept through his body, surging spiritual energy. He could clearly sense his cultivation level rapidly ascending, and soon he had returned to peak form, even hinting at a breakthrough. However, he knew the situation was critical, not a good time for a breakthrough. He quickly suppressed the spiritual energy surge within him, and in a flash, he soared into the air. After determining his direction, he sped towards Floating Flower Peak.
Although he had only managed to gain the status of an outer disciple of the Amaterasu Sect in order to enter the secret realm, since he entered the Amaterasu Sect, everyone on Fuhua Peak, including the Peak Master, had taken great care of him. Now that the sect was in trouble, was he the kind of person who was afraid of death and abandoned everyone?
Although he knew that his cultivation was still shallow and it might be difficult to turn the tide, but looking towards the direction of Fuhua Peak, the determination in his eyes was as hot as flames, and he was determined to do his best to protect this place that was as blessed as a mountain.
Before he could fly far, a strong, murderous aura washed over him, sending a chill through his heart. The once peaceful and tranquil sect was now a scene of devastation, as if swept by a storm. Traces of brutal battle lingered everywhere among the shattered walls. Shouts and the sounds of fighting mingled, creating a tragic and stirring war song, each note piercing and gripping.
Bu Xingjin was deeply alarmed. He knew very few people in the Amaterasu Sect. The situation was chaotic, good and evil hard to distinguish. If he rashly offered help, he might end up helping the Yinfeng Alliance's villains, which would be a huge joke. With this in mind, he hesitated no longer and rushed deep into the Amaterasu Sect. All he saw was devastation, with the sect's buildings severely damaged. Many disciples were panicked and fleeing, like frightened birds. Seeing this devastating scene, his heart tightened, knowing full well that the Yinfeng Alliance's attack was fierce and ill-intentioned.
He sped through the air, but before he had gone far, a subtle chill crept over him. Below, amidst the swirling clouds, a dark figure, like a night ghost, swept along with a sharp, gusting wind, approached with lightning speed. The figure, clad in night clothes, his face hidden beneath a hood, only his eyes gleamed with greed and ferocity, like a vicious beast seeking its prey.
"Hmph, you're so bold! Our sect is about to fall, yet you still dare to wander around in the air like this!" Before the cold rebuke had even faded, the man had already brazenly taken out a dagger with a freezing light, and stabbed it out from below like a poisonous snake out of a hole, heading straight for Bu Xingjin's vitals.
Bu Xingjin was startled, but thankfully, having been through many battles, he remained calm. He fixed his gaze, perceptively noticing that the newcomer, like himself, was at the same Jindan stage. In the past, he might have been forced to flee, but after experiencing the life-or-death trials of the Sanxian Tomb, he felt completely confident he could remain undefeated, now that they were at the same level.
At the critical moment, his figure flashed lightly in the air, like a dancing wild goose, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow. At the same time, he drew the Blood River Knife from his waist with a backhand. The blade flashed with cold light, like a flash of red lightning, and rushed towards the assassin.
"Why shouldn't I fly openly?" Bu Xingjin shouted angrily, his voice as loud as a bell, as if to shake off the gloom in the sky.
A sneer of disdain appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, and his body twisted rapidly in the air like a ghost, easily dodging Bu Xingjin's sharp sword light. Then he attacked like a tide, and the dagger was like a nimble silver snake, weaving deadly light nets in the air. Each blow was filled with cold murderous intent, which was enough to make ordinary cultivators feel afraid and flee.
Bu Xingjin, however, remained unfazed. Thanks to his rigorous training in the Sanxian Tomb, his movements were as nimble as a loach, deftly maneuvering and narrowly avoiding the assassin's lethal blows time and again. Meanwhile, his sharp eyesight kept him on the lookout for counterattacks. After a narrowly missed shot, he seized the moment the man's attack slackened, and with a fierce swing of his right hand, a stream of sharp spiritual energy, like a raging dragon emerging from the sea, erupted from his fingertips, carrying an immense pressure that struck the man's chest.
"Ah!" The man let out a shrill scream, feeling an overwhelming force like a tidal wave rushing towards him. He flew backwards uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string. His body drew a long arc in the air, and finally fell heavily into the dense forest below like a bird with broken wings. His life or death was uncertain.
"The Seven Killing Secrets is indeed extremely powerful!" Bu Xingjin was secretly delighted, and before others gathered around him, he flashed and quickly disappeared from the spot.
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