Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 374 - 316: The One Even the West River Pill Can’t Handle

Chapter 374: Chapter 316: The One Even the West River Pill Can’t Handle

The sticky darkness around was continually pushed back by the white flames, and Han Yu, with a long knife in hand, raised his head and laughed.

At this stage, he could act however he pleased.

The fourth strike, the fifth strike, the sixth strike...

Each strike seemed harmless, yet each hit the monster’s major artery accurately.

Outside, Xia Wuyou was fighting more and more easily. After the mass of snake heads was chopped off, their regeneration rate visibly slowed down. Seeing this, he quickly called out to the surrounding elders.

"Don’t just stand there, come and help him."

Upon his command, twelve figures ascended together, forcefully supporting a massive sword array. Xia Wuyou further enhanced it by using divine techniques to conjure a dense rain of swords, making the sword array even stronger.

Explosions continuously echoed from outside the mountain. Everywhere the mountain collapsed, it regenerated, and then collapsed again.

"Use all your strength! Don’t let it have a chance to disturb that kid."

Xia Wuyou even transformed himself into a giant sword that repeatedly embedded into the body of the moving mountain, effectively halting its movement.

With such commotion outside, Han Yu found himself inside the chaos very comfortably. He was too lazy to count how many strikes he had made; as long as the monster wasn’t dead, he kept slashing.

He even leisurely fantasized that with such a strike, he could be invincible.

"Daybreak is approaching, stop dreaming."

The artifact spirit grumbled as it lay there.

"Don’t you realize how many strikes you’ve landed? If it were me, one strike poor, one strike rich — it poor, I’m rich. And you’re dreaming of invincibility in the world?"

What a delusional thought, it felt.

Seeing Han Yu wielding its ability with such mediocrity made it finally feel... disgusted!

That scoundrel, turning my ability into such a mess.

This should have been just one strike, but look at what’s going on now. If it were a real knife, it would’ve been chopped into mince!

"At least the ability is quite strong!"

Han Yu showed no signs of being discouraged, still cheerfully pondering.

Being able to deprive others of energy, who would dare fight him without being exhausted to death by him?

The artifact spirit once more unguardedly spoke, "Have you ever thought, for those you can strike, one punch would take half their life, but for those you can’t, you’d better run for your life."

That stung.

With those words, Han Yu felt uneasy because the artifact spirit was truly right.

If it weren’t for the monster’s bizarre abilities and special energy body, it seemed resolving it with something other than a knife might be quicker and more effective.

This ability was truly mediocre. Han Yu’s cheerful expression quickly turned to sheer boredom, even losing the motivation to strike.

Damn! Knew it, there’s no such thing as a free lunch.

It turned out that Bottle’s motive to irritate the artifact spirit occupied most of it.

And he managed to annoy himself too.

That was his thought.

The group of elders outside noticed that the commotion in the mountain seemed to have lessened. The Great Elder couldn’t help but shout, "Young man, why so listless? Put some strength in it! At your age, I never got tired!"

Inside the monster, Han Yu’s face darkened at the words. After sighing, he exited his sea of consciousness, and once again, the long knife in his hand began to dance.

"Ha! Ha!"

The monster’s shrill cries stirred everyone’s blood, but the more it screamed, the more excited they became.

This precisely proved that Han Yu’s every strike caused it substantial harm.

Time continued to pass, the barrier filled with colors, various spiritual powers bursting brilliantly, and the mountain-sized monster continuously shrank, becoming just a mound of earth in a moment, forcing Han Yu to reveal his form as it could no longer contain him.

Now the monster no longer had its original arrogance, its body twisting and cowering, retreating back into itself.

Xia Wuyou struck with a cut, slicing it in two, and the thing could no longer regenerate, with the two halves rapidly dashing away in different directions.

"It’s turned back into meat,"

Xia Wuyou was shocked, never before seeing such a magical monster, powerful enough to transform into an energy body, and when weakened, it turned into an undying splitting entity.

On this side, Han Yu quickly pursued one of them, aiming the long knife in his hand for an opportunity, plunging it into the monster, stirring it frantically.

The monster visibly shrank, eventually vanishing into nothingness.

The remaining one was being chased by the people of Nanli Sword Studio. With the illumination of the Condensing Light Array, there wasn’t a shadowy spot to be found on the battlefield, and deprived of energy, it was unable to transform into a shadow and hide.

Including Xia Wuyou, a total of thirteen Transcendent Realm Cultivators dealt with it. How could it possibly escape?

"Come on! Young man, hold it down, don’t hesitate to stab its rear."

Once the Great Elder and others surrounded the monster, they repeatedly urged him on.

These people certainly understood that Han Yu wielding something invisible to them to slash the monster had incredible effect, far more effective than rampant bombarding.

Han Yu just finished one off, and hearing the calls, his expression twitched slightly.

The old guys now don’t even want to fight those with physical bodies, and the Nanli Grand Elder really knows how to say some outrageous things. By the way, it seems like the elders from those other sects aren’t very serious either.

Reluctantly, Han Yu stepped forward and swung the last strike, making the monster completely perish...

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At dawn, the sky just showed a sliver of white light.

The group from the Self-Improvement Sect had been sitting on the city gate tower, waiting all night.

"Actually, we don’t really need to wait here."

The layman yawned repeatedly, looking drowsy and tired.

His cousin also had sleepy eyes, and enviously glanced at Coconut and Yi Xian beside him. Those two were truly strong, sleeping with knees hugged on the city ramparts for a good half of the night.

He opened his mouth annoyingly, "You think I wanted to wait here?"

Of the only two inns in Nanling City, one got burned down by Han Yu when the monster attacked the city, and the other was knocked down when Han Yu fought with You Li.

In the dead of night, where else could a group of people go?

"I wonder how the pharmacist is doing."

The layman licked his lips and simply lay sprawled out on the rampart, yawning.

"If he unleashes his Divine Techniques to the fullest, whether for saving his life or escaping, he’ll be fine. He’s probably just off to enjoy the show."

The cousin couldn’t hold on either, mimicking the layman and lying down.

In hindsight, we should have just slept through like this a few hours ago; it would have been better than how we’re now exhausted and unable to sleep well.

Thus, the two could only have a desultory chat.

The cousin finally remembered something and turned to ask, "Didn’t you go with Bai Xiangdong? How come you’re back alone?"

The layman listlessly pursed his lips and shook his head, saying, "Don’t mention it. That guy met someone from his sect after we got to White Emperor City. They seemed like they were there just for him, and he didn’t seem too happy to go back, but it seemed like he was given an order to return."

"Luckily, Ou Mingdong was considerate enough. Knowing you were in a hurry, he dragged his half-crippled body to run with me to fetch the stones."

Otherwise, the layman would be really at a loss, as time was tight and he couldn’t find his way.

"It’s not his fault."

The cousin seemed to have pieced something together, letting out a solitary sigh.

A silhouette could be seen approaching from the distance.

The layman, sharp-eyed, sat up immediately and tapped his cousin.

"That guy’s finally back."

With his return, that probably meant the matter was settled.

At this moment, Han Yu was slowly flying back, exhausted and drained.

As soon as he landed, even Yi Xian and Coconut woke up, and the group gathered around.

"How is it? Is You Li alright?"

"Oh! Everything’s fine."

Han Yu replied weakly.

"Then why are you acting like this?"

The cousin half-teased, half-scolded.

Han Yu squinted, looking down and sighing.

"I hit a bottleneck with my pills."

A quarter of an hour ago, he was just a step away from the Metal Attribute Divine Techniques.

After dealing with the monster, Xia Wuyou chatted with him for a while. Primarily, this sect leader from the Nanli Sword Studio took interest in this mysterious young man and was eager to befriend him.

The Artifact Spirit kept coaxing him in his mind, wanting to bring up the West River Pill.

Han Yu actually mentioned it.

Xia Wuyou’s curiosity was immediately piqued. At his level, there’s hardly any pill that could aid his cultivation.

There’s no pill’s potency that can support the enormous cultivation transformation of a Transcendent Realm Cultivator.

If there truly was a pill that could help him advance further, whether or not he would take it, even just seeing it would be eye-opening.

But that’s where the Artifact Spirit dropped the ball.

"No pill? Why can’t you refine it?"

At that time, that shameless guy instead asked me back in the Sea of Consciousness.

This situation was truly a first. Clearly, there was a Divine Power User right in front, yet the West River Pill couldn’t be refined.

After a whole day, Han Yu couldn’t produce a single pill. The embarrassment was one thing, but not being able to refine the pill hit him harder.

"I think I know what’s going on now."

This good-for-nothing, unable to produce the pills, pretended to play dead all the way back, and now he was pretending to be knowledgeable.