Chapter Seventeen: Man is the bow, gun is the arrow

  Green Armor Warrior!

  In the depths, Xiao Yi looked clearly at the two people's bodies and was shocked in his heart. This month, the Bloodstone tribe had been pursuing and killing the remaining Xian soldiers. Except for the two great Xian tribes' thousand husbands who escaped that day, almost all of them had been killed and captured back, becoming the blood food for the tribe's war masters to advance.

  Two green-armored immortals, one with an iron axe on his back and the other holding a copper spear, were vigilant and scanning their surroundings. The green armor on their bodies was densely cracked and nearly half-ruined.

  "This time, only one of the three thousand husbands escaped, and our branch of wandering immortal masters was almost completely wiped out, with nearly all of us being captured by the Bloodstone tribe." The iron-axe-wielding immortal soldier said coldly, "Now we've barely shaken off the pursuit of a few human warriors, and our only hope for survival in this mortal realm is to throw ourselves into the arms of a new power, and wait for an opportunity to annihilate the Bloodstone tribe."

  "Not bad, not long ago, three thousand miles away, a five-thousand-strong immortal clan had sent us a message, asking to jointly annihilate the Black Wind Clan three thousand miles away. We went to join forces with them, and that Black Wind Clan was also a lower-ranking Blood Clan, but there shouldn't be any strong Human Bone Refining Realm cultivators among them. After annihilating the Black Wind Clan, our cultivation made great progress, and we came back to annihilate this Blood Stone Clan. It's been two years since we arrived in the Mortal Realm, and the Thunder Sword Battalion of the North Desolate West Domain has almost cut off the Heavenly Soldier Road. We've been constantly growing stronger, and finally, with internal and external cooperation, we'll break through the Heavenly Soldier Road and open up another eternal passage to the Mortal Realm for my immortal clan."

  Just as the two immortal soldiers were discussing their route and determining their journey, the water surface suddenly exploded, a pale blue gun shadow flashed like thunder, instantly piercing three feet of empty space, penetrating the chest of the axe-wielding immortal soldier. A one-foot-five-inch crystal clear gun energy wrapped around him, instantly cutting off his life force.

  "What a person!"

  Another immortal soldier was shocked, his body suddenly retreated, a three-foot-long copper spear flashed with cold light, and the pale blue immortal energy floated around him, avoiding the gun shadow's coverage. Then, he let out a cold drink, and eighteen pale blue wind blades, one foot eight inches long, condensed around the copper spear, shooting towards the pool surface.

  "Royal Wind Spear Third Style: Gale Blade Heaven Strike!"

  A gust of wind shot out, with sparkling spiritual energy flashing around, tearing through the air and making a humming sound, as a sharp spear-like aura locked onto Xiao Yi.

  His expression slightly condensed, Xiao Yi's toes touched the ground, and his whole body shot out like a sharp arrow, sliding across the surface of the pond. This was the power of the Xian tribe, different from the human tribe's cultivation of the body's divine storehouse, which strengthened oneself. They absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, connected the Xian veins, generated Xian energy, and controlled the power of the heavenly bodies. Often, in just one move or style, they would stir up the natural world, their techniques transcending the mundane.

  Pffft! Pffft! Pffft!

  The next moment, Xiao Yi's spear flashed like lightning, and in an instant, he launched seventeen spears in a row, scattering seventeen wind blades one after another. The last wind blade slashed onto his body, leaving behind a faint blood mark.

  What!

  His eyes shook with the power of the fairy soldier, but his cultivation was not strong, only fifteen heavenly veins. At such a young age, it's not surprising that he could disperse seventeen wind blades in a row. His gun technique had obviously reached a high level, but more importantly, the last wind blade barely cut through one layer of skin. What kind of physique is this? It's even stronger than an ordinary lower-ranking wild beast! If any other ordinary human soldier were hit by this wind blade, they would either die or be severely injured.

  At the moment when the immortal soldier's mind was shaken, Xiao Yi's breath suddenly surged, and all his spirit and will were concentrated on the broken gun. His body instantly emitted a deadly aura, which was an intangible spiritual influence, also Xiao Yi's harvest for this month. In the future, after experiencing life and death, his will condensed and soared, and his spiritual power also surged violently. As for the first heavy pass of the Blood Refining Realm, with Shi Qiren's hint, he vaguely grasped the outline. Now, as soon as he made a move, he immediately triggered a thread of aura, and the immortal soldier suddenly changed color, because in the moment when Xiao Yi's breath surged, he clearly sensed Xiao Yi's true cultivation.

  Three Heavenly Veins! He actually only penetrated three Heavenly Veins!

  "What's going on, how can this person be so overbearing! With only three meridians of heaven, the martial energy is thick but not much weaker than my eighteen meridians of cultivation! I once heard a commander say that some people with exceptional physiques attach great importance to their foundation, trying to suppress the growth of their cultivation as much as possible, constantly accumulating power, and once they break through, it's earth-shattering. And in the military strategy, reaching the top level can open up the meridians of heaven, accommodating more heavenly energy."

  This fairy soldier knew that this time he had encountered a tough opponent, and it was very likely that this person of the human race had cultivated a first-rate military tactic. A first-rate military tactic is different from third-rate or second-rate tactics, as it has already touched the edge of the law, possessing all sorts of mysterious places. Accompanying a first-rate military tactic are often some powerful methods, and he didn't have even half a chance of winning.

  Run away!

  Without a moment's hesitation, the immortal soldier sprang into action and shot towards the entrance at incredible speed, his strides covering four or five zhang with each step. The wind howled around him as he reached top velocity, knowing that if he engaged in combat, he would likely be killed nine times out of ten.

  "The storm is brewing!"

  Xiao Yi let out a long sigh, his entire body trembling as the energy surged in, the black broken spear humming loudly. The crystal clear battle aura overflowed like transparent crystal, flawless and unblemished. A 1.5-inch-long spear aura burst forth, and suddenly, his body was like a drawn bow, transforming into a full moon shape, his entire skeletal system crackling with energy.

  This was taking himself as a strong bow, taking the broken gun as a feathered arrow, and displaying the combined tactics of spear and archery. It was also a sudden idea that the immortal soldier saw it was not right and immediately escaped, not giving Xiao Yi a chance to display his archery skills. The distance was far, making it even harder to hit, people are not wooden stakes, can make all kinds of dodging and blocking movements, at least, with Xiao Yi's current archery realm, he has not reached that level yet.

  Rumble!

  As if a thunderbolt had exploded, this shot burst out, like a shocking lightning bolt, the momentum born from it was even more than the simple Wind Thunder Gun Technique. The long gun broke through the air, instantly crossing over ten yards of empty space, piercing through the immortal soldier's green armor and pinning him to the mountain wall.

  Crack!

  Xiao Yi struggled ashore, his entire body cracking and popping, his face pale, exhausted from the ordeal, with some damage to his tendons and bones.

  "I was a bit careless, I'll have to be more careful with this move in the future. It's just that my physical body is resilient, and ordinary Wu Zong-level strongmen probably can't do it. In the future, I'll need to temper my physical body even more. Now, I'll quickly absorb the essence of the two immortal corpses' blood, like a wild elephant absorbing water! Long dragon emerges from the sea! Seize!"

  Xiao Yi's mind suddenly conjured up the divine form of the Green Scaled Barbarian Elephant as he operated the Barbarian Elephant Great Strength Incantation. The Barbarian Elephant Great Strength Incantation was a martial art created by referencing the physique and divine aura of the Wild Beast Barbarian Elephant. After cultivating it to the end, one could possess various extraordinary abilities of the Barbarian Elephant. Just successfully cultivating the Blood Refining Volume would grant one the power of the Barbarian Elephant. Currently, Xiao Yi was slowly comprehending the power of the Barbarian Elephant, and some mysterious aspects were beginning to appear one by one.

  Only to see Xiao Yi's big hand grasped, it was like a barbarian elephant swinging its long nose. The immortal corpse beside him was suddenly caught by an invisible force. The essence of blood and energy inside was like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, instantly seeping out. He opened his mouth and sucked in, swallowing everything into his abdomen. Following the same pattern, another immortal corpse was quickly extracted of all its vital energy.

  One hour later.

  "There is fairy aura remaining here!"

  "These days, it's getting harder to catch them, the immortal soldiers are fewer and fewer, and they're also more difficult to capture. As soon as they sense any movement, they run away faster than rabbits!"

  "With this, the area within a thousand miles was purged, and for a period of time, my Bloodstone Tribe was peaceful and calm, it was indeed an excellent opportunity to rest and recover, and to multiply our descendants."

  A tribe with a dwindling population has no new blood and will eventually become weak despite its current strength.

  Two Bloodstone warriors walked into the mountain stream, two battle-hardened soldiers clad in animal hides and gripping iron-tipped spears, their bodies stained with blood, clearly having just emerged from a bloody fray.

  Huh?

  One of them suddenly spoke out, their footsteps stopped, staring at a mountain wall with a hole in it, surrounded by solidified bloodstains, a purple-red patch, emitting a faint aura. At the foot of the mountain wall was a desiccated corpse of an immortal soldier, and not far away, near the edge of a pool of water, there was another immortal corpse, both of which had lost their vital energy.

  Another Bloodstone tribesman found something was off and stopped in his tracks. A moment later, the two of them almost simultaneously took a sharp breath in.

  "Wind Thunder Gun Technique!"

  The two of them exchanged a glance, one of whom had a solemn expression and said: "Both were killed with one shot, the remaining immortal energy suggests that both immortals were at the 18th meridian level of cultivation. Judging from the wound, it should be the same gun, the Wind and Thunder Gun Technique's first move 'Wind Rises Thunder Moves', however..."

  "But the two shots are not on the same level. Another person interjected, with a hint of shock in his eyes, "The first shot seems ordinary, at most it's just a matter of entering the room, and it seems to have taken advantage of the element of surprise. It should be that he was hiding in the water pool and suddenly struck out, so the fairy soldier didn't have time to react and was killed with one shot. This person's cultivation is probably similar to that of the two fairy soldiers, and among the 2,000 warriors in my Blood Stone tribe, it can be ranked around 1,000 or so. However, the second shot is unbelievable, whether it's the power or speed, there's a huge improvement, more importantly, it actually contains a hint of 'heavy as a mountain, light as a feather' intent, or you could say just a thread of qi mechanism, but in any case, it has already touched that level of threshold, which is not trivial."

  "Not bad, but who exactly is this person? The Wind and Thunder Gun Technique is a unique third-rate martial art of the Blood Stone Tribe. It's impossible for some loose cultivator or wandering swordsman to possess it. Among our tribe's war masters, there are indeed some who have reached the realm of 'lifting heavy as light' with cultivation close to that of a Wu Chang, but if that were the case, the first shot wouldn't be necessary and they could easily crush me. I've thought about it over and over, but no one fits."

  "Could it be the youth of our generation?"

  "Which young generation? Shi Lei, Shi Qian, Yu Tianye or Yun Shao Yan, all of them are possible, the four of them all grasp the Wind Thunder Gun Technique."

  "If that's the case, my Bloodstone Tribe will have a successor. Next, we'll continue to hunt and kill, there should be nearly three hundred more fish who escaped the net. The immortal soldiers who can survive until now must have at least fifteen immortal veins, with thick and rich spiritual energy. If someone has the heart to grind and improve their cultivation, this is an excellent opportunity. The immortal soldiers we hunt or capture will all belong to us personally, perhaps we'll even meet."

  "Good! I'd like to see which young master in our clan has been hiding their strength so deeply!"