I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade-Chapter 1549 - 367: Killing Them One by One, Secret Realm Opens, Ten Thousand Miles Frozen

Chapter 1549: Chapter 367: Killing Them One by One, Secret Realm Opens, Ten Thousand Miles Frozen

"Ancestor, Ancestor, the Blood Demon Ancestor’s direct disciples have come to kill, and they’ve already sealed off the outer city to refine all the loose cultivators there."

The cultivator from the Chen Family hurriedly reported the situation to the ancestor, utterly terrified by the state of affairs outside the city.

"Understood, you may leave now." The Chen Family Ancestor remained calm, waving his hand without any change in expression.

"What? Ancestor, does that mean we’re not going to do anything about the outer city?"

"It’s fate. The loose cultivators in the outer city were given a chance, and their fate was to remain there. Even if I went out to face the enemy, the result would be the same—no change possible." The Chen Family Ancestor was not about to go out to meet the enemy. The Blood Demon Ancestor’s eight true disciples had arrived in person, and even if he showed up, the outcome wouldn’t differ in the slightest.

Not to mention, risking his own life would be a futile attempt.

The outer city was ultimately not Ling Yuan City; it lacked the Baoling Sect’s protection.

Furthermore, the Baoling Sect had just ceased hostilities with the Blood Demon Ancestor and needed time to reconcile. To the Baoling Sect, the Blood Demon Ancestor was truly troublesome; he had no immortal sect to fear, and by rallying his forces, he could incite conflict with the immortal sects. Other sects would certainly choose to observe from the sidelines, hoping to reap the benefits; they wouldn’t voluntarily get involved.

In short, Baoling Sect simply considered itself unlucky—after all, the Blood Demon Ancestor appeared on their domain.

Having heard this, the Chen Family cultivator retreated respectfully, understanding that the ancestor’s words signified the fate of the outer city was sealed—payback for the murder of the Blood Demon Ancestor’s ninth disciple.

Cultivators who arrived in the inner city gazed into the distance, filled with unease and fear, already sensing the terrifying aura exuded by the ’Blood God Soul Refining Banner.’

"Thank goodness I sold my belongings in time to shelter in the inner city, or else the consequences would be unthinkable."

Most cultivators in the inner city shared this sentiment.

In their minds, the fate of the outer city’s cultivators was obvious—they would be refined by the demonic cultivators and utterly wiped out.

"Won’t the inner city’s noble families come to help?"

"Help? If they were willing to help, there wouldn’t have been any dealings involving medium-grade Spirit Stones entering the inner city."

They stared into the distance, at the loose cultivators and familiar faces, many of whom might vanish shortly. Such was the brutal reality of the Cultivation World—an environment where the weak are prey to the strong. When the powerful appear, all weaker cultivators are nothing but ants, not even given a chance to resist.

The outer city was already in chaos, with the Blood Demon Ancestor’s eight disciples standing in the air, unleashing the ’Blood God Soul Refining Banner,’ forming a barrier to envelop the entire outer city. Numerous loose cultivators looked up to see vicious blood souls filling the sky.

"Won’t those cultivation families in Ling Yuan City stop them?"

"There’s no use thinking about it. That’s the reality."

"I feel so unwilling..."

"But what can our unwillingness change? For us loose cultivators at the Qi Refinement stage, we’re almost nonexistent in the eyes of the strong. Today’s outer city might be broken, and in a few months, new loose cultivators will come, and what we’ve experienced will just be gossip for future leisure."

Though it sounded heartless, it was indeed the reality.

Some loose cultivators brought out precious magic artifacts, pouring mana into them just to break through and escape. However, as soon as their magic artifacts began to show power, they were instantly entangled and consumed by blood souls, offering no resistance whatsoever.

Despair spread among the loose cultivators.

In the courtyard.

Lin Fan lay leisurely on a recliner, looking towards where Qi Yan and her daughter were sheltering. The door was closed, and by slightly twitching his ears, he could hear Qi Yan sobbing quietly, with little Xin’er trembling in her arms. They had already given up resisting, just wanting to spend their last moments together.

Using the ’Mystic True Immortal Eye,’ he looked towards where Ni Haisheng was residing; accompanied by his wives, his slightly older children looked terrified and pale, while Ni Haisheng drowned his worries in wine, seemingly giving himself a send-off.

"I’ve felt this helplessness before."

"But you all won’t."

Lin Fan murmured to himself, having also felt helpless as he watched everyone from the Sunshine Shelter disappear one by one before his eyes.

"Little Wei An, pick up nine small stones for Uncle."

Little Wei An, who was playing with wooden toys, obediently went to the edge of the fence to pick up small stones.

"Uncle, here they are. I didn’t know how big Uncle wanted them, so I picked more." Little Wei An presented a handful of stones, both big and small.

"Good boy."

Lin Fan patted little Wei An’s head and selected the smallest stones, the size of a fingernail, from among them.

"Go play now."

"Okay."

Seven-year-old little Wei An still enjoyed playing, much less shrewd than other seven-year-olds in the outer city. He had seen other kids, savvy even at his age, already figuring out how to gain more benefits.

Perhaps he had taken too good care of little Wei An.

Thus, he hadn’t been exposed to the perils of the outside world.

But this was fine, and the spirit of Old Immortal Wei would surely be pleased seeing this scene from the heavens.

The Blood Demon Ancestor’s eight disciples remained atop in the skies, aloof, engaged in brief conversations about refining loose cultivators into ’Blood Beads.’

The ’Blood Bead,’ formed from a cultivator’s essence blood, was more effective than a ’Human Pill.’

Lin Fan wasn’t interested in their plans, instead toying with the stone in his hand. A stone spun between his fingers, stopping between his thumb and index finger. With a flick, it let out a whizzing sound, appearing plain yet unleashing earth-shattering power in that instant.