Although the Middle-aged Cultivator breathed a sigh of relief, Little Tai Sui was his benefactor, having provided him with good food and drink for years, so he couldn't abandon him just because of the other party's words.
"Fellow Daoist, could you give me some Face? It's easier to resolve enmity than to form it..."
Chen Yunhao had already become enraged tonight; how could he allow the principal offender to escape when it was a matter of a life for a life?
"This is an irreconcilable hatred, Fellow Daoist, I'm afraid I cannot give you Face. How about we have a fight first and then talk!"
Chen Yunhao's Face was grim, his tone firm; there was no room for negotiation on this matter.
Delays are dangerous; if he didn't deal with the Cultivator in front of him first, once the commotion grew too large, it would be difficult for him, a Cultivator, to openly attack Mortals within this state capital city.
The Middle-aged Cultivator was old and cunning; how could he not understand the meaning in Chen Yunhao's words?
Although his Innate Aptitude was poor, and it had taken him decades of Cultivating to barely reach the Qi Refinement Third Layer, he was confident he could put up a fight against the wet-behind-the-ears Chen Yunhao.
The Middle-aged Cultivator let out a cold shout, his index fingers flicking repeatedly, unexpectedly striking first without warning.
Several water arrows, each several feet long, appeared out of thin air, rushing towards Chen Yunhao with whistling sounds, one after another.
After all, it was his first real combat. Battles in the Cultivation World were life-and-death struggles, never child's play.
Although Chen Yunhao had no experience traveling the Cultivation World, he was very clear on this point, having heard his Senior Brothers and Senior Martial Uncles in the School talk about it countless times.
The Middle-aged Cultivator clearly had a water-attributed Spiritual Root as his primary one, but presumably, the quality of his Spiritual Root was not good, either a four-element or a Five Elements Spiritual Root.
Although the Water Arrow technique seemed intimidating at first glance, the Middle-aged Cultivator's cultivation was relatively low, so in Chen Yunhao's opinion, its power was much weaker.
Chen Yunhao flicked the fingers of his right hand, and several fireballs the size of washbasins shot out.
This was the most common Flame Art in the Cultivation World, but of course, it also depended on what Spiritual Root the caster possessed. Only Cultivators with a fire Spiritual Root were most proficient in casting Flame Arts, and their power was the greatest.
Chen Yunhao indeed had a fire Spiritual Root, but not a single Spiritual Root. A single Spiritual Root means having only one Spiritual Root.
Cultivators with a single Spiritual Root were the best candidates for Cultivating, their Cultivation speed far surpassing that of Cultivators with multiple Spiritual Roots.
The worst among Cultivators were those with Spiritual Roots encompassing all Five Elements (metal, wood, water, fire, earth), also known as "waste Spiritual Root."
Besides his fire Spiritual Root, Chen Yunhao also had a mutated Thunder Spiritual Root.
This Thunder Spiritual Root was not among the Five Elements, so it was also called an anomalous Spiritual Root, meaning Chen Yunhao possessed both Thunder and Fire Spiritual Roots.
His Spiritual Root could be said to be quite unique; although his Cultivation speed was not as fast as a Heavenly Spiritual Root, he was still exceptionally gifted.
The only drawback was that there weren't many Cultivation Techniques available for a Thunder Spiritual Root, far fewer than the common Fire Spiritual Root.
Up to now, the Cultivation Technique Chen Yunhao Cultivated was the Fire God Art inherited from his School. He had not Cultivated any spell arts related to the Thunder Spiritual Root because his School had no such Cultivation Techniques.
With a few light bangs, several water arrows were not only intercepted midway by the fireballs, but the fireballs even had residual power to rush towards the Middle-aged Cultivator.
This Middle-aged Cultivator clearly had ample battle experience. Unbeknownst to Chen Yunhao, he held a Spirit Talisman in his hand and lightly flicked it outwards.
This Spirit Talisman transformed into a water screen in mid-air, instantly enveloping the fireballs.
Amidst a sizzling sound, the fireballs extinguished. Of course, the water screen formed by the Spirit Talisman also turned into mist.
Chen Yunhao's eyes narrowed; this time, he had to be even more focused.
One should know that those Spirit Talismans were not cheap for him. The few Spirit Stones his School distributed each month weren't even enough for his Cultivation, so how could he have spare money to buy Spirit Talismans?
Since the opponent had Spirit Talismans, he would be at a disadvantage if he continued to battle him.
Because Spirit Talismans consumed almost no True Qi from a Cultivator's body, and Chen Yunhao didn't know how many Spirit Talismans the Middle-aged Cultivator still had, he dared not gamble.
Besides, the current situation called for a quick and decisive resolution.
Chen Yunhao slapped his Storage Pouch at his waist, and a cold light shot up into the sky, then he pointed with two fingers.
It was precisely the Medium Grade Magical Artifact Flying Sword that his School had bestowed upon him after he entered.
Under the faint moonlight, this Flying Sword arrived in a flash, like a ghost.
The Middle-aged Cultivator's expression changed. He also touched his waist, and a three-foot-wide round shield appeared in front of him.
With a crisp clang of metal, the next moment, the round shield split into two, left and right, unable to even block a single strike from the Flying Sword.
This greatly surprised Chen Yunhao. He figured that the round shield probably wasn't even considered a Magical Artifact, let alone a decent one.
Cultivators who used Flying Swords all knew that a Flying Sword's characteristic was its unwavering advance, preferring hardness over bending.
After breaking through the round shield, the Flying Sword's momentum did not decrease, and with a single strike, it pierced the Middle-aged Cultivator's forehead.
This scene was both expected and unexpected.
After all, the Middle-aged Cultivator's cultivation was too low. One was at Qi Refining (Early Stage) and the other at Refining Qi (Middle Stage); crossing a single stage meant a world of difference in cultivation.
Furthermore, Cultivators who idled their days among Mortals could be said to be the down-and-out of the Cultivation World. Only those who couldn't make a living and had nowhere else to go would hide among Mortals, barely surviving.
These down-and-out individuals were all penniless, lacking resources and means; they were only capable of bluffing Mortals.
Seeing the lights gradually illuminating in the front and middle courtyards, Chen Yunhao pointed with two fingers again.
"Go..."
The Flying Sword transformed into a cold gleam, pierced through the window, and returned instantly after touching something inside.
The next moment, a scream came. Looking at Little Tai Sui hiding under the bed, a large hole had appeared in his glabella, and blood mixed with brain matter slowly flowed out.
Chen Yunhao lightly tapped his toes, covered several zhang in one step, reached out and grabbed the Storage Pouch from the Middle-aged Cultivator's waist, and then a ball of flame landed on the Middle-aged Cultivator's corpse.
Chen Yunhao performed these actions in one fluid motion, without any hesitation. By the time the wooden door of the backyard opened, he had already leaped over the courtyard wall.
Wang Dalang didn't sleep that night, anxiously pacing back and forth in his own courtyard.
Although he had witnessed his brother-in-law's miraculous methods, the Brotherhood was, after all, numerous and powerful. If anything went wrong, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Inadvertently, he looked up and saw Chen Yunhao descending from the sky, and only then did his highly anxious heart finally settle.
Seeing Chen Yunhao nod at him with a smile.
"Good..." Only then did Wang Dalang clap his hands excitedly.
Although Chen Yunhao did not tell Wang Dalang the specific details after returning.
But the downfall of the Brotherhood and the death of Little Tai Sui were monumental events in this prefectural city, spreading like wildfire in just one morning.
That day, many common households in the city lit firecrackers and spread the news, creating an atmosphere no less festive than the New Year.
Chen Yunhao was not in a hurry to leave. His eldest sister was his only relative in the Mortal world. If he left this time, their next meeting would be far in the unforeseeable future.
