The Romantic Cultivator

Xiang Li was asking Ji Yuan, "Big Brother, do you think that Big Sister Sisi will be able to follow us?"

Ji Yuan laughed weakly. "I'd rather not. Moreover, I doubt that she will be able to come after us in that sandstorm."

"Why not?" Xiang Li asked curiously.

"That's because she is a tidy maiden who likes her cleanliness and there is no way that she will dirty herself by dashing into the sandstorm after us." Ji Yuan grinned.

"Why won't she?" Xiang Li asked with a perplexed look.

"Haha. That's because she is not the rugged adventurer like me. Great saintesses like Sisi will prefer to use their profound animus to shelter themselves from the ravaging sands rather than getting themselves crawling with creeping sands from the sandstorm."

"I don't understand. It is only sand." Xiang Li blinked her eyes. "When the sandstorm is over, all you need to do is to just flip your clothes and all the sands will be loosened on the ground, right?"

Ji Yuan frowned immediately. "That is because you have only one piece of clothing and you can turn yourself into an ethereal form. You don't even need to worry about loose sands or creepy stuff in your head hair."

Xiang Li giggled. "That's right. I am not afraid of sands!"

Ji Yuan muttered almost incoherently. "I am talking about Sisi, not you…"

He began to ignore Xiang Li's small talks as he dashed into the towering dark shapes ahead.

He soon found himself walking into a sandy pathway that was surrounded by tall towering cliffs.

He shook the sands off his robe as he shouted. "So while I was battling the sandstorms, you're actually taking shelter here. Who are you? Why don't you show yourself up and stop being such a chicken of a warrior."

The killing malevolent was extremely suffocating here and it was obvious to Ji Yuan that his foe was waiting for him in this place.

"I am here." A dark shadow laughed coldly on the top of a cliff before descending in a flash in front of Ji Yuan.

A dark robe cultivator with a donned white mask was seen and he had a wicked black sword flashing in front of him.

Ji Yuan was startled by the white mask dark robe cultivator's movements and he was further startled by the black divine sword that was in his opponent's hands; it was an immortal-step divine sword!

"You have come." The dark robe cultivator greeted him.

"Indeed, I've come. Why are you donning a mask? Why don't you show me your true appearance?" Ji Yuan hummed coldly.

The dark robe cultivator replied coldly. "Do you think you deserve to see the true face of the Death God Mingwang, the Dark God of Death?"

Ji Yuan asked cautiously. "You are a desolate immortal?"

"Isn't it obvious?" The Death God Mingwang said coldly.

Ji Yuan inhaled deeply as he sunk in the profound aura that was emanating from the dark sword that was in his opponent's hand; peaked eighth cultivation realm!

He slowly said. "I've heard that the cultivation realm of the immortals will be suppressed in the celestial realm. So how is it that you are able to display your cultivation realm to the eighth realm without a backlash?"

The Death God Mingwang said coldly. "Eighth realm? Don't you know that I am actually a ninth realm cultivator? Although the profound strength of the Great God Pangu is formidable but the restriction can't last forever. It is no longer able to restrict me anymore."

Ji Yuan smiled weakly. "Are you saying that you're able to display your profound strength to its entirety?"

He shivered to think what the profound strength of a ninth realm cultivator would be. It would definitely be more powerful than his most powerful profound techniques…

The Death God Mingwang laughed coldly. "You're indeed bold to have come alone. I've thought that you may want to bring your friends along with you."

Ji Yuan smiled bitterly. "Since your target is only me, why must I bother the rest? What do you want to do with me? Why should a mighty desolate immortal like yourself want to dirty your hands against a mere celestial like myself?"

"Indeed you are just a mere lowly celestial." The Death God Mingwang laughed coldly behind his white mask.

Ji Yuan: …

All of a sudden the Death God Mingwang had raised his dark sword at Ji Yuan. Such was the profound power that was suddenly being displayed that Ji Yuan was forced back suddenly as he was slammed onto the cliff with a thunderous impact!

"This is the disparity between our profound powers. Even though you have a saint-step sword, our disparity is simply too great."

Ji Yuan coughed out a bout of fresh blood as he struggled against the profound martial forces that were suppressing him and he could feel a suffocating pressure that was upon him that refused to go away.

"I don't know how you have a saint-step divine sword in your hand," The Death God Mingwang said coldly. "But no one has ever crossed my path to live another day because I'm the God of Death."

Ji Yuan was truly astonished at the profound might that was suppressing him now as he mustered with all his profound strength to free himself of the suffocating pressure that was upon him.

Even though his present profound strength coupled with his saintly divine sword could enable him to muster profound power to match the profound power of an eighth realm cultivator but at this moment, his defenses were being ripped apart and he could not muster his profound strength…

That was because he was not a power cultivator and he could not resist a sudden profound power attack that could neutralize his profound defenses!

Even though most saint and great saint power cultivators were unable to defeat him easily now but he was now dealing with a eighth realm power cultivator that could suppress his profound aura simply because his state of divinity was greater than him!

Ji Yuan had suddenly broken into cold sweat as he thought. "Am I to die in this place?"

Even Xiang Li was panicking. "Big Brother, shall I go out and help you to punch him?"

Ji Yuan: …

"No, thank Xiang Li and keep quiet please. If you go out with your physical form, you'll be ripped apart too."

"But Big Brother…"

Ji Yuan bitterly said. "Be quiet. Let me think please…"

"Why don't you give up on your struggles and just surrender? A quick death is better than a painful death." The Death God Mingwang smirked eerily.

"I don't understand…" Ji Yuan smiled bitterly as he raised his divine sword over his body to shield himself from the dozens of flickering sword energies that were raining upon him like mini meteors.

Not only was he being suppressed by the profound aura of his opponent but there were dozens of sword energies that were raining upon him in all directions to sap away his profound strength and forcing him to redirect all his profound strength into his profound defenses, unable to muster any spare profound strength for a counter-attack.

"Eh." Ji Yuan mustered his voice to say. "I really don't understand…you're an immortal cultivator and I'm merely a lowly celestial. This is exactly what you've just said. Why did you want to dirty your hands and reputation to kill a lowly celestial like me?"

The Death God Mingwang chuckled coldly. "Are you trying to impress me with your words so that I will let you off the hook? This won't work on me because I've no martial honor. Killing you is a necessity not because of who you are but because of the spirit entity that is within you."

Ji Yuan coughed out weakly. "You mean Xiang Li who is my spirit entity?"

The Death God Mingwang slowly nodded as he said coldly. "Indeed! You're such an insignificant ant but she is different…"

All of a sudden Ji Yuan had broken through the barrage of sword energies as he charged forward like a beam of light as his profound animus formed itself into the shape of coiling dragon.

The Death God Mingwang was startled. "This…"

There was a brilliant flash of light as the Death God Mingwang stumbled backward as Ji Yuan delivered a flash of light onto his body…

The flash of light had suddenly exploded thunderously as the Death God Mingwang was sent flying and crashing onto the cliff behind. Such was the impact that the entire vicinity was violently shaking for a while.

Ji Yuan muttered weakly as the sword energies in the vicinity had suddenly died down. "The Death God Mingwang isn't that so tough after all…"

All of a sudden the Death God Mingwang broke free from the cliff and was staring coldly at Ji Yuan. "You! How did you manage to break free of my sword arrays! You shouldn't have the strength to make a move. I have you completely under my profound strength!"

Ji Yuan could not resist a weak smile. "That is because of your nod."

"My nod?" The Death God Mingwang was startled.

All of a sudden he was laughing coldly in sudden realization. "I see now."

Ji Yuan had made use of his momentum change in minute movement to launch a counter-attack. When he had nodded, there was a subtle shift in his control of his sword energies and there was a gap.

Because of this tiny small gap, Ji Yuan had found a breathing space and he had counter-attacked.

But there was another question. How did Ji Yuan manage to survive the onslaughter of his sword energies? When he had made his offensive move, all his profound defenses would also be forego and he would be at his most vulnerable state…

All of a sudden he saw that Ji Yuan's forearm had a brilliant sword spirit.

Ji Yuan had used his sword spirit to augment himself and hence he had become one with his coiling dragon sword technique; he had merely sliced and neutralized all the surrounding sword energies because he was one with his sword art and his profound power was greater than the profound energies of the sword energies that were attacking him.

The Death God Mingwang inhaled softly. "It seems that I've greatly underestimated you and it is time for me to be a little serious."