I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Outside.

Thud!

Huo Fei Cheng’s Nascent Soul shook violently, resulting in his physical body spilling blood. His vitality suddenly withered, and for a while, he couldn’t even control his own body and staggered, falling half a meter. His eyes were filled with horror. He didn’t know what had just happened, but he was definitely hit by Han Yi’s Soul Skill.

What sort of Soul Skill was this? It was so mysterious.

Everything that happens in the Soul Slave Space, except for Han Yi, all other cultivators had no memory of it. If they were to become Soul Slaves, they only remember the Soul Slave Space, remember their lives, morphing into Soul Bells and staying in the Soul Slave Space. They do not remember the divine soul duel, nor do they remember what Soul Skill the Soul Master has.

This is the power of Soul Slave Space, and also one of the reasons why the Earth Evil Palace can be the second hall of the Soul Halls.

On the battlefield, Huo Fei Cheng’s sudden change in condition was immediately noticed by the surrounding cultivators. Everyone had a guess about what had happened. In Xuandian of Tianzhu Division, Han Yi had been suspected of being the Soul Seed of the Soul Hall, and had even killed Xia Quan and made him into his Soul Slave. Now, it should be that Han Yi of the Xuandan Sect exercised the Soul Skill, causing Huo Fei Cheng’s vitality to become turbulent after being affected by it.

Seeing this, all the cultivators who originally had some thoughts retreated again.

This Han Yi might not be a sheep but a wolf that had broken into Daqin, and this wolf wasn’t easy to deal with. If they weren’t careful, they themselves might become the sheep.

At this moment, the cultivators equated Han Yi’s status with their own. Even Bao Han Chi, who had a killing intent just now, temporarily suppressed the ripples in his heart.

In the arena.

When the Nascent Soul returned, Han Yi already made a light whistle, taking advantage of the moment when the opponent’s Nascent Soul was damaged. The Green Reed Sword silently slashed at the Fiery Fire Prison, instantly splitting it in two, and the world became clear at once.

The Fiery Fire Banner came flying back, and the banner had a gap almost cut in two, with only the top still not completely severed.

Huo Fei Cheng, who had regained his balance, received this heavily damaged Spiritual Treasure, which was mourning due to the damage. His face was full of pain and he turned pale.

The price he had to pay to repair this Spiritual Treasure was so high that even he couldn’t bear it.

Thinking of this, Huo Fei Cheng turned his head and stared closely at Han Yi, who was standing in the air with the Sword Tool hanging in the air. His eyes were full of fluctuating killing intent, his face changing from rough to iron blue.

However, after a few moments, he hid all his expressions. Being able to become the deputy master of Yan Wei Mansion, Huo Fei Cheng was naturally not stupid.

From the start, he was the one who initiated the attack, instead of hiding in the void around him like the other cultivators. It was because the young master of Yan Wei Mansion was attacked by Han Yi in the Cave Heaven, which ruined his opportunity for winning the Supreme Order’s Immortal Affinity.

This was originally because he had looked down upon the cultivators from outside his sect, resulting in his current resentment.

Just now, his Nascent Soul was suddenly damaged, and he couldn’t even stabilize his body. If the opponent wanted to kill him, it would definitely be a simple matter. But the opponent didn’t do so.

Show mercy?

Of course not, the opponent was just worried about the surrounding cultivators. Killing him would be equivalent to humiliating the face of the Nine Mansions of Daqin. The surrounding cultivators would have to take action at that time.

What a good calculation.

But he had already lost and his Spiritual Treasure was damaged. Staying here no longer held any significance.

Thinking of this, Huo Fei Cheng grunted heavily, put away the Fiery Fire Banner, and turned to fly away. He didn’t even say a word as he left.

At the other side.

Bao Han Chi finally suppressed the killing intent in his heart. The old ghost Huo’s move didn’t end well, and even his Spiritual Treasure was severely injured. If he were to step up, the result would be the same.

Thinking of this, Bao Han Chi stared deeply at Han Yi, who was standing in the void on Qing Chi Mountain. A trace of regret flashed in his eyes as he turned to leave. As he left, he thought, he would inform the Holy Child when he returned not to provoke this Han Yi in the future.

Meanwhile.

In the void around them, the other four cultivators from the Three Halls and Nine Mansions, who had originally arrived at this place, had all made the same choice within three breaths – to quickly depart, without any lingering thoughts.

Before leaving, the last cultivator, a cultivator from the Taiwei Hall, cast a wary glance at Jin Wang on top of Chongji, wondering whether Jin Wang’s appearance here was his own decision, the Imperial Censor’s Hall’s decision, or even, the Emperor’s decision?

The implications differed in each case.

However, all of that was beyond the control of the Taiwei Hall.

On the other hand,

Jin Wang was writing furiously, his eyes filled with sparkles of light.

“I saw Sword Light cutting through Fiery Fire Prison, and pushing back Fiery Fire Banner.”

“But Huo Fei Cheng is already enraged, he reuses Fiery Fire Banner to activate Fiery Fire Prison and uses a spiritual treasure to enhance the supernatural power ‘Prison Fire’, turning Qing Chi Mountain into Prison Fire World.”

“Han Yi of Xuan Dan Sect eliminates prison fire with sword light, but the prison fire never stops, making it impossible to completely cut it down.”

“When prison fire reaches him, Han Yi reveals his robust physique, body glowing with Golden Light, possibly utilizing the skills of ancient god body refining, but it has not yet been cultivated into the true body of the ancient god.”

“He is a cultivator trained in both physical and spiritual cultivation.”

“Using his robust physique, he hard fights against the Prison Fire.”

Suddenly, his writing halted. A hint of pondering was visible in Jin Wang’s pupils, but he quickly rule it out and wrote truthfully.

“Three breaths later, Han Yi forms a seal and activates a mysterious Soul Skill, severely injuring Huo Fei Cheng. The Soul Skill is strange and has no visible signs, making it impossible to determine what kind of Soul Skill it is.”

“In an instant, Huo Fei Cheng’s Nascent Soul is injured, Han Yi controls the Spirit Sword, takes the opportunity to break through Fiery Fire Prison, the Fiery Fire Banner is greatly damaged, the victory or defeat is decided, Huo Fei Cheng retreats holding the banner, and quickly leaves.”

“Within a hundred miles of Qing Chi Mountain, the cultivators from the Three Halls and Nine Mansions of Daqin, all retreated within three breaths.”

“Only one cultivator still remains hidden in the void, with no intention of retreating.”

“The Soul Hall, the seventh hall, the elder of the Heavenly Burial Hall, Yan Zhan.”

Upon writing this, Jin Wang put down his pen, slightly lifted his head, looked forward, his figure was like a statue, displaying no intention of leaving.

High in the sky above Qingchi Palace, Han Yi sweeps the void with his divine consciousness, taking a serious look at Jin Wang, a puzzled look in his eyes.

This imperial historian of the Imperial Censor Hall travels throughout Daqin and even the entire Yu Heng World, only records events, and does not interfere with the feuds between the cultivators and sects.

But a late stage Nascent Soul Cultivator just standing not far from him, pouring all his attention on him, from his expression, it seems that he didn’t plan to leave, which made Han Yi worry and be cautious.

However,

His confusion disappeared suddenly as if he remembered something.

The historian did not leave, which means the matter has not ended yet, that is to say, there are still high-level cultivators around, watching him.

As soon as he thought of this, Han Yi narrowed his eyes. His Nascent Soul opened its eyes on the inner space of his body, the simplest and most direct Soul Prohibiting Skill spread into the void around him.

Just an instant later, a reaction from the Soul Prohibiting Skill shows that at a certain place seven miles away from him, the Soul Prohibiting Skill is ineffective.

It must be there.

As Han Yi looked there, his expression darkened.

“You are acting stealthily and not a cultivator from Daqin. Who are you?”