Chapter 1003: Seeking Death

Both men felt a chill in their hearts.

They had failed to use Jiang Fan, and now they faced the risk of being attacked from both sides? This young man, despite his youth, was incredibly difficult to handle.

Revered Xuan Yang’s ancient eyes shifted, and he transmitted a message: "Elder Xiang, give it to him! If we can't survive, what good is keeping this talisman? Let him deal with Revered Black Moon! If he miraculously survives, we'll ambush him later and demand it back. Does he really think he can keep something belonging to Mount Sanqing?"

Elder Xiang’s eyes flickered. Sensing Revered Black Moon's aura rapidly approaching, he gritted his teeth and decisively threw a jade box to Jiang Fan.

"Take it!"

Jiang Fan opened it and looked inside. A jade talisman, inscribed with mysterious blood, came into view. The blood contained astonishing spiritual pressure; it was indeed true spirit blood!

Jiang Fan was overjoyed. The third type of true dragon blood was now his. Although rare, he could now begin cultivating the Third Manifestation!

"Alright, you can go now," Jiang Fan said, putting away the jade box and waving his hand.

Revered Xuan Yang was ecstatic and immediately ascended into the clouds, flying away. After traveling several thousand feet, a cruel glint appeared in his eyes. He suddenly shouted a warning: "Revered Black Moon! The true spirit blood talisman you want is on this boy! Come and get it!"

With that, he swiftly fled.

Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes. 'That old man!' He'd deal with Revered Black Moon first, then settle the score with him!

He fixed his gaze and saw an old man in a green Daoist robe, radiating a powerful aura, approaching on a cloud with a faint, enigmatic smile.

"You truly are foolish, to be so easily used by others..." Revered Black Moon walked through the air, shaking his head slightly, a mocking expression on his face.

However, as he drew closer and saw Jiang Fan's face clearly, his expression changed: "It's you?" A torrent of immense hatred erupted from his eyes. "I was just about to go to the mainland to find you! And here you are, delivering yourself! Heh heh! Heh heh heh!"

Jiang Fan paused, certain he had never met Revered Black Moon before. Why did the other party harbor such intense hatred for him?

Before Jiang Fan could ponder, Revered Black Moon, eyes filled with murderous intent, attacked. He took out a thin black jade piece shaped like a crescent moon. As it was activated, Jiang Fan's vision immediately plunged into darkness. This black jade piece was actually a spiritual artifact designed to obstruct an enemy's vision!

At the same time, Revered Black Moon seized the opportunity, sinisterly thrusting a finger towards Jiang Fan's chest. His move was fluid and incredibly skilled. A normal Nascent Soul cultivator at the first stage would have been hit long ago.

But Jiang Fan was different.

"Soul Lock!" He instantly launched a soul attack.

Revered Black Moon couldn't evade it, and his soul was immediately locked. His Nascent Soul power was interrupted, preventing him from activating the Black Moon, and Jiang Fan's vision immediately returned. Without a moment's hesitation, he fiercely brought down an Undying Blade.

However, what amazed Jiang Fan was that the opponent, a Nascent Soul cultivator at the fourth stage, should have had his soul completely sealed and immobilized by the Soul Lock. Yet, he broke free from the Soul Lock in an instant, narrowly dodging the attack. He then opened his mouth and silently chanted a spell.

Jiang Fan immediately felt his head swim, as if he were drunk, his consciousness becoming unclear. He instantly recognized what it was: the secret soul art, "Drunken Immortal," cultivatable only by Nascent Soul stage experts of Mount Sanqing! It could make even Nascent Soul stage experts fall unconscious when caught off guard.

Revered Black Moon's eyes showed a ferocious gleam. He gathered a surging wave of Nascent Soul power in his palm, his five fingers forming a claw as he savagely lunged towards Jiang Fan's heart! "Go to hell, you little bastard!" He roared savagely, venting his immense hatred.

In that critical moment, Jiang Fan suddenly lifted his head, and without warning, two beams of blood-red and pale white lightning shot from his eyes! Fortunately, his soul power had already reached the third Nascent Soul stage. Although his consciousness was blurry, he still had the power to resist.

Revered Black Moon, at such close range and completely unprepared, had no way to dodge. His eyes were instantly burned through by the two lightning bolts, becoming two bloody, hollowed-out holes.

"Argh!" Revered Black Moon let out a dreadful roar of rage. A fierce aura, not belonging to a human, burst forth from him: "You little beast!!!"

Jiang Fan's immediate response was an Undying Blade. The pale lightning bolt fiercely struck him, sending him flying thousands of feet away. Revered Black Moon let out another mournful scream, his entire body charred. Knowing he couldn't contend with Jiang Fan, he used his momentum to quickly flee.

Jiang Fan wanted to pursue and kill him, but his body swayed and he weakly dropped down. The effects of "Drunken Immortal" persisted, causing his consciousness to rapidly blur.

Hua Wuying looked at him with worry, saying, "Senior, are you alright?"

Jiang Fan gritted his teeth: "I'm fine, just focus on your tribulation. Don't mind me." He quickly recited the contents of the Jade Paper Heavenly Scroll in his mind. Runes flashed through his mind, and his sinking consciousness slowly recovered.

But at this very moment, several sounds of tearing air reached them. It was none other than Revered Xuan Yang and his companions, who had sensed the battle had ceased. Upon seeing Jiang Fan's current state, Revered Xuan Yang knew he had been afflicted by "Drunken Immortal," and his eyes immediately glinted with murderous intent.

"You little brat, stealing something from my Mount Sanqing? Do you have the life to keep it?" A sinister expression on his face, he rapidly plunged down on a cloud.

Qing De's expression changed slightly, and he asked, "Master, what are you doing?"

Revered Xuan Yang coldly replied, "To uphold the honor of my Mount Sanqing, of course! Otherwise, what would happen if every Tom, Dick, and Harry started imitating him and snatching things from Mount Sanqing?"

Elder Xiang remained silent, not uttering a word to stop him.

Hua Wuying shrieked, "Stop! The senior just saved you, and now you're turning around to kill him?" Even as an outsider, she felt the profound shamelessness of Revered Xuan Yang!

Revered Xuan Yang glanced at her, then self-righteously declared, "We simply made a transaction. How can you talk about saving or not saving? Besides, all's fair in war. If he's foolish, can he blame me for being clever?"

With a sinister smile, he swiftly descended. He savagely struck a palm towards the back of Jiang Fan's head, intending to smash his skull!

*Puchi!*

To his surprise, a purple light flashed without warning from Jiang Fan's chest, piercing directly into Revered Xuan Yang's palm. In an instant, Revered Xuan Yang's arm was split into two halves, from his palm all the way to his shoulder blade! Blood immediately gushed out! The excruciating pain, piercing to the core, only registered a few breaths later.

The sinister smile on Revered Xuan Yang's face froze for a moment, then abruptly twisted into an expression of agony. A horrific howl burst from his mouth. "Ah! My arm!!" He staggered backward. He stared in horror at Jiang Fan, who was slowly rising before him.

"You... you recovered from 'Drunken Immortal' so quickly?"

Jiang Fan slowly turned around, his eyes radiating a chilling aura, like two icy caverns. His voice was equally cold: "You shouldn't have come back."