: Draining Water

A blood-red crane with a wingspan of several feet suddenly emerged from the Taoist robe.

Miaohe flipped onto the bird's back and, without hesitation, made a slash between her brows with her fingers like a knife, causing another drop of her primordial blood to seep out and drip onto the crane's head.

With a flap of its wings, the Blood Crane transformed into a blood-red afterimage, instantly covering a distance of nearly a thousand meters.

With a casual grab, Lu Jianghe drew the dense, almost solidified water vapor from the Chaotic Star Sea into his palm, where it instantly condensed into a translucent cyan longsword.

With a flick of his finger, the sword suddenly emitted a dragon's roar, trembling incessantly.

The surrounding space rippled slightly, and an invisible yet extremely sharp edge spread out silently.

He transformed into a streak of sword light and pursued closely.

Although the distance wasn't shortened instantly, it was visibly reduced rapidly.

Miaohe sensed the suffocating aura behind her, her face contorted with tension, and she spat out another breath.

Another large clump of essence blood, containing the origin of life, poured down on the Blood Crane like a burning crimson glow.

"Hey!"

A piercing, shrill whistle.

Blood Crane's eyes instantly ignited with terrifying emerald flames, its body surged with blood-red light, and its speed increased dramatically in an instant!

"Blood Escape Technique" is a general term for a type of escape technique that is activated by burning one's own essence and blood and depleting one's vital energy.

Such secret techniques are used in life-or-death situations, and their speed of escape is so fast that once activated, top-tier secret techniques can cover hundreds of miles in an instant.

The maximum speed it can achieve is second only to the Nascent Soul leaving the body.

Apart from some extremely rare lightning escape techniques or legendary wind escape abilities, the speed of blood escape techniques is among the top in the human world, easily ranking in the top three.

However, such incredible speed comes at an extremely high price.

Essence and blood are the origin of life, and vital energy is the foundation of cultivation. A large loss of either can easily cause a decline in cultivation and damage to the Great Dao, requiring a long period of time and rare spiritual items to replenish.

While Lu Jianghe's method of transforming his body into sword energy could not conceal his aura and was extremely powerful, he was also not adept at hiding or escaping.

However, in terms of speed of flight alone, none of the Five Elements Escape Techniques in the world can surpass it, and it can also ignore all kinds of mountain and water restrictions.

This is a technique unique to pure sword cultivators.

Despite its many shortcomings, its extreme speed is such that even the legendary Lightning Release and Wind Release techniques, when used at full power, are difficult to match.

Miaohe's Blood Escape Technique, unleashed by burning her life essence, did indeed increase her speed dramatically in an instant, even temporarily creating a considerable distance between them.

However, this seemingly huge advantage was as fleeting as a mirage.

The cyan sword light that followed her like a shadow was far beyond Miaohe's imagination, and it was still accelerating.

As the essence and blood were consumed rapidly, the astonishing speed brought by the Blood Escape Technique was only maintained for a moment before the forcefully generated power began to recede like a tide.

The light emanating from the Blood Crane visibly dimmed, and its speed inevitably slowed down.

The cyan sword light showed no signs of weakening and continued to close the distance between them.

What chilled Miaohe to the bone was the vast and boundless sea.

The intense aura emanating from the burning essence blood was like lighting a bright candle in the darkness in this vast and empty world.

"It's over..."

The thought surfaced uncontrollably.

"No! How could I possibly perish here!"

A hint of madness flashed in Miaohe's eyes, and she bit her tongue hard again.

This time, he did not hesitate to shake the very foundation of his nascent soul.

"puff--!"

A large mouthful of purplish-gold blood mixed with pure primordial energy gushed out and instantly merged into the blood crane beneath him.

The latter's body suddenly swelled, and the crimson light on its surface became dazzlingly bright. Its speed was forcibly increased even at the critical moment of life and death.

The price was that the Blood Crane began to become ethereal and unstable, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Miaohe's face was as pale as paper, and her breath was extremely weak.

Unfortunately, that cyan sword light held on tightly and wouldn't let go.

At the same time, the light surged, leaving a trail of dazzling light that stretched across the sky.

Its power was so immense that it rapidly dispersed and tore apart the water vapor in the entire sea, causing it to surge and rise into the sky.

It forcefully squeezed out a ring-shaped water curtain within a radius of dozens of feet, as if an invisible barrier had been suddenly pushed open, and like a comet streaking across the sky, it caught up to within inches in an instant.

Lu Jianghe revealed himself and swung his sword.

Miaohe had no time to react.

A thin line of blood runs from the center of the forehead, the bridge of the nose, the lips, the throat, the chest...

It stretched straight down, along with the nascent soul, and was pierced and cut through.

The blood crane then disintegrated, transforming into the purest spiritual energy in the world and dissipating.

The two halves of the body slid a hundred meters away before plunging into the sea below.

The Supreme Elder of the Biyun Sect, Master Miaohe, thus perished and his cultivation vanished.

Lu Jianghe hovered in the air, his green robe fluttering in the sea breeze, his sword aura still lingering, chilling and fierce.

The longsword in his hand, formed from water vapor, dissipated inch by inch, transforming back into countless water vapors that merged into the heavens and earth.

Two died and one escaped.

It's a pity his divine soul wasn't fully formed, otherwise he could have killed that person as well.

If other Nascent Soul cultivators heard this...

They were probably so terrified they couldn't even speak.

First, he single-handedly killed two eighth-tier transformed demons, and then, under the siege of three Nascent Soul cultivators, he not only survived unscathed but also managed to kill two of them.

With such a record, who would believe it if it got out?

What will people say?

Qingyi, who had been secretly observing, witnessed Lu Jianghe chasing and killing Miaohe.

Not daring to waste even a breath, let alone leave a single word, he vanished in a flash!

As for the two ancient treasures that fell into the sea, they didn't even dare to glance at them out of the corner of their eyes, let alone be tempted to retrieve them.

He concealed his aura, chose a direction completely opposite to that of Lu Jianghe and Miaohe, and fled at full speed.

That's fucking terrifying!

While Qingyi was speeding like crazy, he was also cursing in his heart.

God of Slaughter!

Never, ever, ever run into him again. I'd rather raid the lair of an eighth-tier demon beast than see him again.

With a casual wave of his hand, Lu Jianghe's storage bag, left behind by Miaohe, fell into his palm.

At the same time, two streams of light suddenly appeared in the sky, and the two streams of water formed from condensed sword energy converged into one place, end to end, forming a spiral water ring that slowly surrounded Lu Jianghe.

Upon closer inspection, each drop of this flowing water was formed by dozens of tiny sword energies gathered together.

This is his natal flying sword – "Drizzling Water".

Its meaning is derived from "pouring water onto flat ground, where it flows in all directions."

How could wood and stone not be moved by such an encounter?

Wherever his sharp edge points, Zhou Tian dares to speak his mind.

The entire sword energy "flow" contains a total of 9,999 sword energies; adding one more would cause an overflow, and subtracting one would cause a deficiency.

They intertwine, chase, separate, and reunite, just like the ceaseless movement of the celestial path.

Each tiny glimmer of light possesses its own independent differentiation.

At the same time, it is perfectly controlled by Lu Jianghe's every thought.

(P.S.: It seems my fellow Daoists have saved me money.)