I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

In a flash.

The entire Dark Mist Space suddenly shook, as if his strike had alarmed something. Han Yi was taken aback.

The next moment.

Over a hundred dark shadows emerged from the void.

Among them, the smaller shadows were the size of the ones he had just killed, while the larger ones were as enormous as a building, resembling ancient behemoths.

However, these behemoths appeared in the form of dark shadows, without facial features, making it impossible to see their faces or hear their roars. They also seemed to be in a different space-time than the street Han Yi was on, only intersecting and touching each other when they made contact.

The types of dark shadows also varied, some with wings, some with a single horn, and some with three legs, but all were eerily silent.

Although these shadows had no eyes, Han Yi felt his hair standing on end and his face tense at this moment. His intuition told him that these dark shadows had already “seen” him.

Han Yi could guess that his use of the Sword Tool just now to kill a dark shadow had connected him to a deeper space where these shadows existed.

However, he did not regret it. Suddenly encountering an abnormal situation and doing nothing to face it was not his character.

He suddenly saw a glint of light emerging from the fallen dark shadow, but at this moment, he had no time to see what it was. A smaller dark shadow, resembling a leopard in size but with three tails made of condensed black mist, had already pounced at him.

At the same time.

Other dark shadow creatures had also pounced from behind, above, below, and around him.

The speed of these dark shadow creatures was nearly the same as the creature he had killed earlier, just a bit slower than Han Yi.

This slight difference was the difference between life and death.

Han Yi’s thoughts moved, and he switched to another Sword Tool in his hand, the Fire Mist Sword. Controlling the Seven Stars Kunwu Sword was more strenuous for him, but controlling the Fire Mist Sword was much easier.

The Fire Mist Sword soared up and easily pierced through the leopard-like dark shadow creature before darting to the side. It transformed into a flame-red light, annihilating the numerous shadows one after another.

The flame-red light moved so fast that it appeared like a coil with Han Yi at the center, hovering in mid-air.

But it did not stop there.

The Fire Mist Sword continued to expand its range, piercing through every dark shadow creature it could see.

One sword breaks all techniques, one sword slays all things.

In the dark void, the lines closest to Han Yi gradually disappeared, while another circle of lines appeared further out.

Looking from top to bottom or from bottom to top, one could see that the brilliant circles of light appeared like fireworks, with one circle disappearing while another forming, then disappearing again, followed by a new outer circle.

As the fire-red lines of light spread, dark shadow creatures fell to the ground with a series of thuds, as if dumplings were being dropped.

There was no blood, no stench of death, but the fallen dark shadows seemed to have been pulled from the mysterious dark mist time into the reality Han Yi occupied, falling to the ground and generating massive and continuous vibrations.

Ten breaths.

In just ten breaths, the Fire Mist Sword returned to Han Yi, but there were no more dark shadow creatures roaming in this space covered by black fog.

“Come out.”

Han Yi did not look at the fallen dark shadow creatures on the ground, which had undergone some changes after dying. Instead, he looked towards the end of the Dark Mist Space, at a location about two hundred meters away from him.

“If you don’t come out, don’t blame me for being rude.”

Han Yi’s tone was calm, but the Fire Mist Sword in his hand was already trembling, sending out a Sword Light that soared into the sky.

“Senior, spare my life, don’t do it, don’t do it.”

A voice sounded from behind the broken wall two hundred meters away, and a figure emerged, raising both hands.

Han Yi raised his eyebrows, a faint golden light shining in his eyes.

The figure that emerged was a female Cultivator who appeared to be quite young, under thirty years of age. However, under the Qi Observation Skill, the fluctuations of her Qi were extremely clear; she was a Qi Cultivation Seventh Level female Cultivator.

As his raised eyebrows relaxed, his eyes remained faintly golden, and the hovering Fire Mist Sword appeared in front of him. Han Yi’s ensuing golden gaze swept across the entire fog-filled space.

A Qi Cultivation Seventh Level female Cultivator was not a big threat. The most dangerous thing at the moment was the Dark Mist Space he was in.

However, to his surprise, the black fog that enveloped the small part of the street had gradually dissipated, as he soared into the sky – no, more accurately, as he killed all the dark shadow creatures that appeared, exposing the courtyard to daylight once more.

Furthermore, under the Qi Observation Skill, Han Yi saw no abnormalities in any part of the space he examined.

But he still dared not use his divine sense to further investigate. His current divine sense could cover a range of up to eight kilometers, much larger than his visible range.

If his divine sense were to sweep across and alert some even stranger entities, that would be a path to death.

Han Yi turned his gaze back to the front but was suddenly shocked.

Below him, the dark shadow creatures that had been killed had somehow disappeared along with the dissipating black fog.

However, they had left behind something at the spot where they fell, with spirit light flickering over each corpse.

At this moment.

Mu Yao, who had walked out from behind the broken wall, looked at the hundreds of Spiritual Items on the ground, her eyes filled with a hint of greed despite her raised hands.

Han Yi, who had his eyes on her, detected this greed and maintained a calm face, but in his heart, he already felt a dislike for this female Cultivator.

In the presence of a Foundation Building Middle-Level Cultivator, she was foolish enough to reveal such greed. Had it been a cultivator with a bad temper, she might have been killed with a single sword strike.

However, Han Yi was not one to wantonly kill.

He descended to the ground and put away the Fire Mist Sword, not even glancing at the female Cultivator. In his eyes, beautiful women were mere red-painted skeletons that would eventually turn into a handful of yellow earth, whether after a hundred or a thousand years.

On the courtyard’s ground, there were scattered fragments of more than a hundred Spiritual Items, including broken magical artifacts, shattered spirit pots, mysterious energy-emitting dry branches, intact daggers, and cold-gleaming blood knives.

Han Yi beckoned and retrieved a broken sword, which was ancient and unremarkable with a dim Spirit Light and difficult to discern its grade.

However, it was undoubtedly a magical artifact, and furthermore, it seemed to be a top-grade one.

Han Yi placed the broken sword into his Storage Ring and used his divine sense to gather all the items in the yard in front of him, one by one, for inspection.

What delighted him was that among these Spiritual Items, there was a damaged low-grade treasure – a purple Pill Furnace. The main body of the furnace was intact, but only two of its six supporting legs remained, the other four missing without a trace.

In addition to this, there were some Spiritual Grasses that were considered precious to Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators.

Han Yi put all these items into his Storage Ring, then turned his gaze to the female Cultivator standing a hundred meters away, who looked unwilling as she watched the Spiritual Items being put away, his eyebrow raised.

“Who are you?”