Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times
Chapter 832: 272: It's thrilling to use a bull-cleaver to kill a chicken._2

Chapter 832: Chapter 272: It’s thrilling to use a bull-cleaver to kill a chicken._2

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The Bai Family Patriarch felt the might of heaven and earth before him, as well as the ferocity of the storm, and his whole body stiffened on the spot, at a loss for what to say. Only by experiencing this power from up close could one truly understand the terror it instilled.

How… how is this possible?

Indeed, he had sensed that Chen Qiu’s cultivation was not at the initial stage of Unification, but at the Unification Fourth Layer, an unheard-of rate of cultivation progress. But under such a terrifying killing move, this level of cultivation speed didn’t seem so impressive anymore.

He was a cultivator in the late stages of Mahayana!

On the Qi Tian Continent, he was almost the strongest existence, but he could almost be certain about one thing: he was absolutely incapable of withstanding this strike. His only option was to flee. If he tried to forcefully withstand the attack, he would be on a path to certain death.

How…

This is completely illogical. His own cultivation is in the late stages of Mahayana, so much higher than Chen Qiu’s over countless small realms.

“…”

Chen Qiu glanced at the Bai Family Patriarch but said nothing. As the other approached, Chen Qiu had immediately spent 100,000 virtue points to check the entries carried by him. And how to say it? The vast majority of entries were those that caused mutations in the body.

Such entries, while they could significantly enhance combat power, were not the right path. The progress might seem rapid when cultivation is low, but as cultivation rises, the combat power benefits from such entries dwindle significantly.

In other words, he could clearly sense that this person’s cultivation was far superior to his own, but due to poor entry combination, the overall strength was much weaker, and this was not unique to the Bai Family Patriarch.

Rather, this was the case for virtually the entire Qi Tian Continent; most cultivators here had combat abilities far lower than those of normal continents. It was a polluted continent, and an abnormal one at that.

“Thanks, see you later.”

Chen Qiu waved his hand, expressing his gratitude for the Bai Family Patriarch bringing him the Memory Stone, and then took Fat Long and others to leave first back to the Vast Continent. As for whether Ling Shiqi had died or not, he could not sense it now, but he would be able to know by tomorrow.

If he could initiate Void Seeking Enemy on Ling Shiqi tomorrow, it meant Ling Shiqi had not died; otherwise, Ling Shiqi would already be dead.

It was unfortunate that he did not know the real face and name of the people around Ling Shiqi. Otherwise, he could have cast Void Seeking Enemy on those individuals as well, bombarding them with the Unification Killing Move, covering them in six or seven ninety-second-level strikes. Even if it didn’t kill Ling Shiqi, it would still cause him severe injuries.

Shortly after—

The group had already returned to Xuantian State and settled down again in the Heavenly Palace. They also released the Chao Tian Sect disciples from the small world. Standing at the gates of the Heavenly Palace, Fat Long stretched languidly and speculated thoughtfully, “Jiang Taiping Continent? The name Jiang Taiping sounds like a person’s name. Was this continent named after someone?”

“Eh.”

The scholar standing beside him mused, “Speaking of which, I’m also curious. Who named these continents? Vast Continent, Pingxi Continent, Xuantian Continent, Qi Tian Continent, who came up with these names? There’s no origin or story that has been passed down; it seems these names have been around since ancient times.”

“I don’t know.”

Fat Long shook his head and then decided not to dwell on it further: “Forget it, there’s no use thinking about things that are incomprehensible. There are too many of them, and it’s pointless to ponder this.”

At this moment—

Xiong Gao suddenly came running over in a panic, speaking urgently, “Master, one of your maids has suddenly died.”

“Hmm?”

Chen Qiu’s brows furrowed slightly, “Which maid has died? Was someone acting against her in secrecy, or was it a natural disaster or human calamity? Let’s go and see.”

Very soon.

Following Xiong Gao’s lead, the group arrived at the back of the Heavenly Palace, where several finely constructed small houses had been built at some point, specifically for the daily washing and sleeping quarters of Chen Qiu’s maids. At this time, the seven identical maids were running back and forth in panic.

In front of a bed, Chen Qiu saw a woman lying on it, a woman who seemed rather beautiful, except she was now breathless and her Divine Soul had perished—dead beyond any doubt, with an extremely pale face.

His Divine Sense enveloped her.

Her entire body bore not the slightest wound nor a trace of blood; there were no signs of violent struggle before death, nor was her Sea of Consciousness invaded. It was as though she was merely sleeping and suddenly died in her sleep.

Her death was inexplicable.

He vaguely remembered this woman was a Direct Disciple of the Myriad Beast Sect; he had no idea when she became one of his maids—he himself was unaware of the matter.

“That…”

Standing by his side, Xiong Gao hesitantly explained, “During the last celebration banquet, I noticed you glanced at this lady a few times, Master, so I thought…”

“Hmm.”

Chen Qiu nodded and narrowed his eyes slightly. After signaling for Xiong Gao and the others to leave the room, he pulled out a sword from his robes and began to cut off all the clothing from the woman’s corpse.

A pale, female body was revealed on the bed.

And in places previously covered by the clothing, dark runes appeared, somewhat similar to Buddha’s text, yet not quite the same, exuding a strange aura. He could not understand the meaning of these runes at all, and his Divine Sense failed to disCover anything either.

Clearly, these runes were the cause of death for the Myriad Beast Sect’s Direct Disciple.

In the woman’s arms lay an orange cat, the very one he had encountered during the celebration banquet. After shedding all its fur, its skin also revealed vast expanses of dark runes, and it was just as dead.