Dashing Student-Chapter 793: Who Says I’m Dead?

Although Chen Nan previously said he had just repelled three Foundation Establishment Stage Second Layer cultivators, the middle-aged cultivator did not take it to heart at all, only considering it as the boast of a young man unaware of the immensity of heaven and earth.

After all, with a mere Foundation Establishment Stage First Layer cultivation, wanting to simultaneously confront three cultivators of the same level is simply a fool’s dream.

But now...

When Chen Nan’s fist, wrapped in fierce True Qi, heavily smashed against his sword blade, the middle-aged cultivator only felt a numbing sensation in the tiger’s mouth, nearly causing the sword to slip out of his hand. freēnovelkiss.com

He staggered back three steps, his eyes full of disbelief, unable to imagine that this seemingly ordinary young man contained such terrifying power within him!

"Bang!"

Another sweeping kick came, even bringing a sharp swishing sound through the air.

The middle-aged cultivator hastily raised his sword to block, yet was still struck by the residual force of the kick, sent flying backward and crashing into the fan-wielding cultivator who had just gotten up.

The two rolled on the ground in a mess, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Now, still want my Rootless Grass?"

Chen Nan stepped forward slowly, each step seeming to tread on the hearts of the two.

His robe gently swayed in the breeze, showing no trace of emotion on his face, as if he were asking a most ordinary question.

"No...we don’t want it..." The fan-wielding cultivator’s face was pale as paper, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

He trembled as he waved his hand, the fan he usually used to feign elegance already broken into two pieces, pitifully lying to one side: "It is us who failed to recognize Mount Tai...please...please, fellow Daoist, spare us..."

The sword-wielding cultivator was even more scared out of his wits, not even bothering to wipe the blood from his mouth, repeatedly kowtowing for mercy: "Spare us! Spare us! We dare not again!"

Chen Nan’s mouth curled into a faint, meaningful smile as his gaze swept over the two of them.

He noticed the bulging storage bag at the waist of the fan-wielding cultivator and the half-exposed jade slip in the arms of the sword-wielding cultivator.

"I can spare your lives if you want." Chen Nan said slowly, his fingers gently caressing the leaves of the Rootless Grass: "However, you must hand over your storage bags."

The two cultivators’ faces changed dramatically upon hearing this, instinctively covering their storage bags.

These were the accumulation of many years, containing quite a few treasures not suitable for the light of day.

But seeing Chen Nan’s gradually narrowing eyes, the two eventually trembled as they unfastened their storage bags.

When Chen Nan’s Soul Power probed into the storage bags, his eyes immediately lit up.

In the two bags were unexpectedly several hundred low-grade Spirit Stones, nearly a hundred decent herbs, and nearly a hundred Qi Gathering Pills exuding a faint medicinal fragrance.

More surprisingly, there were a few yellowed ancient books inside, as well as some uniquely shaped weapons.

"You two are quite wealthy indeed!" Chen Nan said with deep meaning, his gaze sweeping across their fearful faces.

The corners of the fan-wielding and sword-wielding cultivators’ mouths twitched simultaneously, a look of pained loss flashing in their eyes.

They were the renowned Yin Yang Double Thieves in Jianghu, having successfully stolen a prominent figure’s treasure chest six months ago.

To evade pursuit, they disguised themselves and mixed into the Yuantian Sect, intending to take advantage of the sect’s protection to lay low.

Who would have thought that today they would fall at the hands of an unknown young man, losing all their years of accumulated wealth?

Truly, trying to steal a chicken only to lose the bait!

"Don’t let me see you two again." Chen Nan tied the storage bags to his waist, coldly dropping a sentence: "Or else I’ll beat you every time I see you!"

Before his words had even fallen, his silhouette had already vanished like a ghost, leaving only two thieves with ashen faces slumped on the ground.

The mountain wind blew past, stirring a few fallen leaves, as if mocking their overestimation of themselves.

Chen Nan moved through the forest, sensing the faint Spiritual Energy emanating from the Rootless Grass in his arms.

Now, he just needed to deliver this spiritual medicine to Liu Yan to successfully pass the second trial.

Thinking of the imminent final trial, his steps unconsciously quickened.

Becoming a disciple of the Yuantian Sect meant accessing higher-level cultivation techniques, obtaining better cultivation resources, and better protecting Nie Xiaoyu!

For a Loose Cultivator like him, this was undoubtedly a crucial step in changing his fate.

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The sunset’s afterglow spilled over the entrance to the forbidden area of the back mountain, stretching everyone’s shadows long.

The air was filled with a faint mix of blood and the fragrance of grass and wood, creating a unique killing atmosphere.

The returning cultivators gathered in small groups, some sitting cross-legged to adjust their breaths and heal their wounds.

Some excitedly conversed, clutching the hard-won Rootless Grass tightly, afraid it would be snatched away.

Meanwhile, those who returned empty-handed stood in the corner, looking dejected with expressions full of unwillingness and regret.

After all, they had missed the chance to join the Yuantian Sect!

"This trial was too dangerous, I almost died in there!" said a bloodied cultivator in a low voice, his right arm wrapped in blood-stained cloth, clearly having gone through a fierce battle.

"It’s good enough to have survived." The person next to him gave a bitter smile: "I saw with my own eyes someone getting a sword through the heart for the Rootless Grass..."

Everyone reacted differently upon hearing this, some relieved, others afraid, and some with a glint of fierceness in their eyes.

On a distant boulder, Zhao Kai sat cross-legged, his white clothes spotless, catching a faint golden glow under the sunset.

He appeared calm, yet his gaze occasionally drifted towards the entrance of the forbidden area, seemingly awaiting something.

"Senior Brother Zhao, why hasn’t Scar and the others returned yet?" a lackey asked in a low voice.

Zhao Kai frowned slightly, his tone indifferent: "Wait a bit longer."

At this moment.

The three of Scar stumbled out from the depths of the forbidden area, each step leaving deep blood footprints in the soft soil.

Scar’s fierce face was covered with fine sweat, his right arm hanging limply by his side, his wrist twisted at an odd angle, white bone protruding through the skin, glowing eerily under the sunlight.

His robes were soaked with blood, dark red stains blooming on the fabric like sinister flowers.

The other two were even more battered.

One had their left eye a bloody mess, half their face sliced open by some sharp object, the wound continuously oozing a mix of yellow and white pus.

The other clutched his abdomen, blood seeping through his fingers with each step leaving a small pool of blood on the ground.

"Greet Senior Brother Zhao!" Scar bowed immediately.

Zhao Kai stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the three without a hint of emotion in his eyes: "Is the task complete?"

"Completed, completed!" Scar forced a pained smile more like a grimace: "That kid’s strength was truly formidable, the three of us got severely injured working together, although he escaped, he was hit by Old Third’s Bone Rot Poison, he should already be a puddle by now!"

Zhao Kai: "Oh, really?"

"It’s the truth!" The third one hurriedly dragged his battered body forward, struggling against his weakness: "My Bone Rot Poison can’t even be resisted by a Third Layer cultivator, he was just a First Layer, it’s impossible he survived!"

Just then.

A cold voice came from the entrance of the forbidden area: "Who said I’m dead?"