I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

There were five cultivators in front of him, and among them, four were Nascent Soul, with only one at the mid-stage of Nascent Soul. In his opinion, these opponents were utterly insignificant.

His killing intent was as intense as oil on fire, and he had already unleashed a sword strike. Producing a shadowless sword light at an extreme speed.

The distance between Han Yi and the five cultivators was less than three miles, and at this moment, when he swung his sword, Master Yuan Long shouted and took the initiative to rush forward. With the speed of Nascent Soul cultivators, they were able to cross nearly a mile in less than a single breath.

Han Yi could even see the intense and unabashed killing intent in Master Yuan Long’s eyes.

However.

The next instant, his face stiffened, and while the killing intent continued to escalate, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed. His body momentum remained unchanged, still lunging forward, but it could no longer hold together. The head moved upward, and the torso moved downward, and as the sword was too fast, blood hadn’t even seeped out at the incision point.

As the Green Reed Sword was about to fall behind Yuan Long’s body, Han Yi had already removed the Soul Loss Bell from his belt. This spiritual treasure was adept at group attacks, and it was the most suitable weapon for the current situation.

He shook the bell forcefully, and although his cultivation base didn’t produce a shocking effect, the invisible wave, with him as the center, spread out like a fan, sweeping forward and enveloping everything in its path.

The broken soul fragments inside the fallen Yuanlong Monarch were crushed by this powerful wave, as if running through a machine, turning them into fine dust.

The wave expanded further; the cultivator to the left of Master Yuan Long was an old man with long, white hair and beard. The old man’s eyes were half-open, his killing intent concealed, and the weapon in his hand was merely a Half-Step treasure – a golden, three-pronged trident over two meters long.

Actually.

Aside from those ancient sects with long-established lineage, in the world of cultivation, most cultivators of Early-Stage Nascent Soul realm only possess Half-Step treasures or even just high-grade Technique.

This was something they had to struggle for and spend decades or even hundreds of years to acquire.

At this moment,

the old man with long, white hair holding the trident was behind and to the left of Master Yuan Long. He thought that the five of them should be more than enough to deal with one person, especially since they’d learned from Yuan Long that this young man had only ascended to the Nascent Soul realm within 15 years. However, when he heard the sound of a blade piercing through from Master Yuan Long’s position, he quickly realized how wrong he was.

Was Yuan Long’s spiritual treasure chopped down?

Was Yuan Long also chopped down?

Two thoughts emerged in his mind in quick succession. Employing a secret technique, he split himself into two identical clones. One charged forward, and the other retreated, with the old man as the pivot point, ready to confuse, defend, or escape. This splitting technique could only be maintained for one incense stick’s worth of time, however, and could not move further than 100 meters from the original body.

Yuan Long’s end made the old man think of his own safety. His clones emerged instantaneously, providing a mysterious and defensive effect.

As a clone leaped forward and his real body prepared to retreat, he felt a wave of pressure, as though an invisible force, roll over him. It quickly destroyed his clone while leaving his body intact, though with his Nascent Soul shattered into a thousand pieces. The carnage was irreversible, and it was impossible to recover from.

On the right side of Master Yuan Long was another cultivator, who held a cauldron-shaped spiritual treasure brimming with terrifying power in his hand. However, he also fell under the Soul Loss Bell’s attack, dissipating into nothingness despite his countless techniques and supernatural powers.

To put it plainly, from the moment their eyes met to Han Yi’s sword strike and the shaking of the Soul Loss Bell, the entire encounter, had lasted no more than two breaths.

Within these two breaths, four out of the five Nascent Soul opponents, all at the early stage of Nascent Soul, had been killed by Han Yi’s dual attacks of sword and soul cultivator techniques. One blow brought incredible destruction, and the other was uncannily elusive.

At the rear of the group, the Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator appeared as a middle-aged man holding a Spirit Plate. Witnessing the four other cultivators expiring all at once, his face turned deathly pale. In desperation, he slammed his hand onto the Spirit Plate, and a dense spirit light radiated from it enveloping his entire body.

Just as the spirit light fully enveloped him, a jet-black Sword Qi slammed into it.

Bang!

The spirit light flickered but did not break, and the Green Reed Sword was repulsed, retreating several meters. The middle-aged man was also propelled back, flying hundreds of meters before crashing heavily into the wall of a hall, causing it to shake violently.

However,

it wasn’t over yet.

An invisible wave of pressure closely followed the sword light, crashing into the flickering spirit light.

Crack!

The sound of destruction rang out.

Three miles away, Han Yi gripped the Soul Loss Bell, knitting his brows ever so slightly. His Green Reed Sword, which now had become a spiritual treasure, should have been able to cut through anything, but it had been repelled. What surprised him even more was that the spirit light was able to block the attack of the Soul Loss Bell.