The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 226 - 211 Climbing Again_1

Chapter 226: Chapter 211 Climbing Again_1

At the foot of the mountain.

Fang Boxuan sighed, his eyes following the departing figure of Pang Jian, filled with wariness and fear.

"Fang Boxuan, you..."

Shen Lei of Star River Alliance, taken aback, couldn’t help but say, "Why are you so afraid of him?"

Fang Boxuan feared Pang Jian, but he was not afraid of him, and with a displeased cold snort, said, "Pang Jian has just killed Elder Jiuyuan, and he killed your Elder Liang too. Two Great Cultivators of the Spirit Condensation Realm have already been killed by him in succession, and he is still only at the early stages of entering the Hollow Profound Realm."

Pausing for a moment, Fang Boxuan’s eyes fixed sharply on Shen Lei, and he sneered, "Don’t you think that we of Blood Moon should not make an enemy of such a person because of Jiuyuan?"

"If Pang Jian dares to eliminate rivals at this stage of the race war..."

"Our Blood Moon, and your Star River Alliance, who is completely confident that they can surely defeat him?"

"Also!"

Fang Boxuan took a deep breath, his voice filled with worry as he said, "If he acts alone and hunts down the members of our Blood Moon Gate, including myself, all the brave disciples of Blood Moon who dare to leave the sect might forever live in his shadow!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Lei turned pale as well and could not utter another word to criticize Fang Boxuan.

Xie Xiwen’s gaze had been following Pang Jian’s figure all along, and suddenly she exclaimed in shock, "He, he’s climbing the mountain again!"

"If nothing unusual happens, someone is bound to suffer again, either Yang Rui from Raging Sun Sect or... the Cao couple."

Fang Boxuan first appeared to take pleasure in others’ misfortune but after pondering for a while, sighed and said, "Seeking revenge is seeking revenge, but why not slow down and wait until the Alien Tribes and Ferocious Beasts that are attacking us have been dealt with?"

"Yes, he has no problem looking for trouble with Cao Mang, after all... Cao Mang captured his sister for no reason."

Xie Xiwen furrowed her brows, recalling the scene at the trading ground, and whispered softly, "But he could have dealt with the Alien Tribes and Ferocious Beasts before going after Jiuyuan. He’s too reckless."

Fang Boxuan took over the conversation seriously, "It’s exactly this kind of disregard for rules and considerations that makes him the most terrifying!"

Upon hearing this, Xie Xiwen fell into deep thought.

Shen Lei and the others could only smile bitterly.

...

Nightfall was profound, and the stars were dazzling.

"Whiz!"

Suddenly, a bright silver long rainbow shot through the half-sky under the starry moon, heading towards the First Peak of Yuan Mang.

"Pang Jian!"

Those Cultivators scattered around the vicinity of the First Peak stared at the upright figure on the long spear, watching him adopt a different method to climb the mountain.

"He’s climbing the mountain again!"

"What’s the background of this guy? Even the inner sect disciples from Sword Tower don’t have this kind of strength, do they?"

As the long spear flew over the heads of many, they noticed the robe emblazoned with the Sword Tower insignia that Pang Jian was wearing, stained with congealed chunks of blood.

Clearly, Pang Jian had just been through a bloody battle.

Earlier, he had glided down from the summit of the First Peak with an umbrella, relentlessly pursuing Jiuyuan of Blood Moon all the way until sinking at the foot of the Fourth Peak.

At this moment, Jiuyuan was nowhere to be found, but Pang Jian reappeared, riding the spear.

"Jiuyuan, he couldn’t have been killed by him, could he?"

A thought irresistibly surfaced in everyone’s minds.

Immediately, those eyes that had been observing Pang Jian were filled with intense shock.

"Jiuyuan is dead!"

From the Fourth Peak, a high-level Individual Cultivator cried out in terror.

The shout ripped through the valley, stirring up a clamor among the many Cultivators, causing those who were still harboring doubts to look at the figure of Pang Jian flying through the void with the same regard as if he were a Demon or Ghost.

"Pang Jian has killed Jiuyuan!"

"Blood Moon, Elder Jiuyuan has fallen in battle, his head severed!"

"At the summit, Elder Lou Yunming of Yin Spirit Temple, has also been killed by Pang Jian!"

On the mountainside of the First Peak, in the gorges and streams of the Second and Third Peaks, a heated debate centering on Pang Jian immediately erupted, as countless people swiftly exchanged news.

Before Pang Jian even reached the summit, his notorious name had already begun fermenting in various places of Yuan Mang.

The level of his cultivation, his consecutive actions on the peak earlier, spread like ghostly lightning through different regions.

The Cultivators of the Third Realm suddenly deeply remembered this name that seemed to be smeared with blood and madness.

...

High atop the long spear, Pang Jian’s indifferent gaze swept over the Cultivators below.

Unstirred in his heart, he observed the situation at the summit with a different high-altitude perspective.

He clearly saw Madam Hua’s arm, white as a lotus root, being torn off after being penetrated by many branches.

The severed arm of Madam Hua was quickly caught by a tree soaring through the air, delivered to the hands of a Wood Tribesman wearing a Thorn Crown.

On that snow-white severed limb, there was a White Jade Bracelet, and the Wood Tribesman ecstatically clutched it in his hands.

Her body, looking like a tree about to wither, her dull brown eyes barely had any vitality left.

But the way she clung to that White Jade Bracelet, she seemed to have found a treasure, cheering and screaming in the language of Alien Tribes.

"Asking for benevolence and receiving it, asking for death and receiving it, it seems all the deaths were worth it just to get this bracelet," she said.

Pang Jian’s eyes showed a hint of a peculiar light.

Earlier, using the "Demigod" perspective to observe everything, he had seen Yu Gu and others at the summit of the Second Peak discussing.

The prime target of the alien tribes was the white jade bracelet on Madam Hua’s wrist, because... Cao Mang was henpecked. The many rare spiritual materials and strange treasures he had hoarded over the years were mostly in Madam Hua’s possession.

——That is, the white jade bracelet.

Retrieving the white jade bracelet would mean that the casualties the alien tribes suffered in their numerous assaults on the mountain peak would have paid off.

If they could successfully detach from Yuanmang, simply with what was hidden inside that white jade bracelet, the ascent to heaven of their kin in the Fifth Realm would be much smoother.

"Swoosh!"

A golden coach, previously anchored beyond the Yuanmang skies, suddenly plummeted from the depths of the clouds, heading towards the primary peak of Yuanmang.

This coach, which had carried ghost tribe warriors and launched a surprise attack on Liang Ying and those individual cultivators, was the last of the flying spirit artifacts commandeered by the alien tribes in the Yuan Mang Fragmented Lands.

From its posture, it was clear the plan was to take that Wood Tribe powerhouse on board and transport the pivotal white jade bracelet to the Fourth Realm.

"They indeed prepared in advance."

Pang Jian noted in silence.

At the same moment.

"Boom!"

The leader of the Heaven Clan on this trip, Yu Gu, was ultimately unable to escape death. He was pressed heavily onto the rocky ground at the mountain peak by the weighty Black Iron Mountain, manipulated by Cao Mang.

Yu Gu’s flesh and bones were ground into a patty beneath the Black Iron Mountain.

Until his dying breath, the Heaven Clan leader didn’t forget to insult Cao Mang with venomous words, insisting Cao Mang had invited them to the Yuan Mang Fragmented Lands, only to use their strength to surround and attack the attending human race cultivators.

He was adamant that Cao Mang intended to profit from both ends, aiming for the richest reward.

"Pfft!"

A sixth-level black-winged dragon, carrying a Devil Scale Tribe warrior close to death, was caught up to in mid-flight by the Flame Dragon Ruler.

The ruler, like a blazing hot divine lance, first submerged the black-winged dragon, then pierced through the already gasping-for-breath Devil Scale Tribe warrior.

"It’s time to end this."

Yang Rui stood at the mouth of the Nine Suns Tripod, using the divine tripod, which revolved with rounds of burning suns, to crush an atrocious armored demon beast to death.

At this very moment.

There were Cultivators of the Spirit Condensation Realm, senior clan members like Lin Yuanfeng, as well as many powerful individual cultivators, who unexpectedly arrived at the mountain peak.

Just before the complete eradication of the alien tribes and ferocious beasts, they delivered a fatal strike, aiming to snatch the upcoming spoils of war.

The sly-looking Huang Qi had also arrived at the mountain peak during Pang Jian and Elder Jiuyuan’s battle, noticing the waning power of the alien tribes.

"Madam Hua."

He approached the now far-from-graceful Madam Hua with a languid pace, narrowing his eyes and smiling, "I really didn’t expect that you and your vile husband would have such a day."

"Kill her, quickly kill that Wood Tribe leader, she stole my storage bracelet!"

The weakened Madam Hua, lying in a pool of blood, paid no attention to the approaching Huang Qi. With what little strength she had left, she simply glared at the Wood Tribe leader who was holding her white jade bracelet.

Losing an arm, she could regrow.

But the white jade bracelet, which held the rare spiritual materials she and Cao Mang had collected over the years, must not fall into the hands of the alien tribes!

"Cao Mang! Intercept that Wood Tribe leader!"

Madam Hua, who usually called him Old Cao, could no longer care about past formalities, and she yelled out Cao Mang’s name loudly.

Cao Mang, who had just harshly used Black Iron Mountain to kill Yu Gu, had just swallowed a few pills for healing and reinvigorating himself, and was trying to catch his breath and recover at the summit of that small mountain.

Cao Mang, who had planned to take a brief rest, upon hearing that the white jade bracelet was lost, immediately changed expression and forcefully gathered his spirit.

He again summoned his strength to command the Black Iron Mountain.

"The rules of Yuanmang have ceased to be rules. You, Madam Hua, who killed my younger brother, must also pay the proper price," Huang Qi, crouching down, firmly grasped Madam Hua’s throat and sneered, "Initially, I planned to leave Yuanmang after the transaction was over and wait for you to come to me outside the heavens."

"I didn’t expect aliens would accept your invitation and turn Yuanmang into a living hell."

"You and your husband must take responsibility for this."

"Crack!"

Madam Hua’s neck bone was crushed by his grip, and a surge of violent blood power from his palm shattered her brain.

"Huang Qi!"

Cao Mang, who had stood up on Black Iron Mountain ready to strike at the remaining Wood Tribe leader, went mad with rage when he saw Madam Hua being killed by Huang Qi.

"I’m right here."

Huang Qi stood up with narrow eyes, fearlessly facing Cao Mang, his smile shining brightly, "Originally, I intended to fight you outside of Yuanmang after the transaction, but the aliens delayed that."

"Now that the aliens are nearly extinct, it’s time to settle our accounts," he declared.

Shedding his previous lowly air, he emitted an imposing aura capable of shaking mountains, his spiritual power and blood energy surging within. His slender frame seemed to grow taller with each moment.

"Spirit Condensation Realm."

"And it’s the mid-stage!"

Yang Rui of the Raging Sun Sect and Wei Wenhan’s expressions turned solemn as they seriously sized up the individual cultivator before them for the first time.

"No wonder he dared to contend with me for the Red-eyed Demon Wolf’s eyes that day."

Feeling Huang Qi’s piercing aura, Yang Rui frowned, puzzled, "An individual cultivator on par with Cao Mang’s realm, yet he remains virtually unknown in the Third Realm, even Cao Mang and his wife couldn’t fathom his background."

"Perhaps, he never really mixed up in the Third Realm. A mid-stage Spirit Condensation Realm individual cultivator could be as famous as Old Cao in the Third Realm, or he could be an unremarkable figure from the Second Realm."

Wei Wenhan, also a mid-stage Spirit Condensation Realm Cultivator, spoke in a deep voice, "Better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven, everyone makes their own choices."

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