Longevity Hacker: When Every Curse Becomes a Blessing

"The little demon cultivator at the first level of Foundation Establishment has quite a keen sense, but unfortunately... he can't escape my grasp!"

The Little Sword Immortal sneered, lifting his foot to give chase.

He had noticed earlier that this Foundation Establishment cultivator had an extraordinary sense of danger, retreating instead of advancing when approaching the hillside.

If it weren't for the opponent's low cultivation level and unimpressive speed, he might have actually escaped.

The Little Sword Immortal didn't use his flying sword, but his speed was astonishing.

Far surpassing ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators, he crossed a distance of three hundred meters in the blink of an eye, like a flash of sword light.

"Swish!"

The flying sword, swift as a shadow, caught up with Ye Bufan amidst a scream, piercing through his chest and pinning him to the ground.

Blood gushed out.

Dead beyond dead.

"I really don't understand how a weakling at the first level of Foundation Establishment dared to participate in this mission from the Heavenly Demon Sect."

The Little Sword Immortal looked down at the corpse, shaking his head disdainfully.

He then retracted his sword, not bothering to spare the body another glance.

He didn't suspect anything; a Foundation Establishment cultivator participating in the mission to encircle his brother had been reported by scouts days ago.

The intelligence only mentioned that this person was a disciple of a certain strong figure.

Who exactly, the intelligence didn't say, and the Little Sword Immortal didn't care to ask.

Meanwhile, Mo Hong, the thin man, and Liu Keqing turned pale at the sight.

"Is this the strength of the Little Sword Immortal? Killing a Foundation Establishment cultivator is as easy as taking something out of a bag, all within a single breath."

Mo Hong felt a sense of despair.

The speed was too fast.

Could he escape?

Impossible.

"Little Sword Immortal, you've killed someone you shouldn't have."

Mo Hong suppressed his fear, speaking with feigned bravado, "While you still have time, you'd better hurry back to the Shangqing Palace."

Before the Little Sword Immortal could respond, Xu Zhengyi sneered, "There's no one from the Heavenly Demon Sect who shouldn't be killed; they all deserve to die."

"He's the disciple of the Ancient Matriarch of Heavenly Demon! Her only disciple! Ye Bufan!"

"Even if you're a top disciple of the Shangqing Palace, our Matriarch won't spare you! By now, the Matriarch probably already knows Ye Bufan is dead and will be here soon."

The thin man shouted fiercely, invoking the name of the Ancient Matriarch of Heavenly Demon.

With Ye Bufan dead, he naturally wanted to use this to save his own life.

"Oh? So he's Ye Bufan?"

The Little Sword Immortal paused, glancing back at the corpse three hundred meters away, his expression peculiar.

Months ago, when the Ancient Matriarch of Heavenly Demon accepted a Supreme Foundation Establishment disciple, it caused quite a stir among the five great sects of the righteous path.

He never expected the Matriarch's disciple to be so weak.

But upon reflection, it seemed reasonable.

That Ye fellow had only established his foundation less than three months ago, so being weak was normal.

"Swish!"

A sword light swept across, fast as lightning, instantly slicing the thin man in two.

The advanced defensive magical instrument in front of him couldn't even withstand a single breath, shattering into pieces.

Blood splattered, landing on Mo Hong's face.

"You!"

Mo Hong touched the hot blood on his face, both shocked and terrified.

"Dead is dead. The Ancient Matriarch of Heavenly Demon may be strong, but if she dares to cross the line, there will be Elemental Infant True Lords to resist."

The Little Sword Immortal's eyes were cold, showing no concern.

Ye Bufan had a deep background, but as the foremost disciple of the Shangqing Palace, his own background was not shallow either.

"Whoosh!"

Then, the Little Sword Immortal controlled his flying sword, slashing toward Mo Hong and Liu Keqing.

"Boring, let's clean up and go."

He didn't even bother to look at the result, saying to Xu Zhengyi before turning to leave.

The power of his sword was such that even a ninth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator would struggle to withstand it.

Let alone Liu Keqing and Mo Hong, who were only at the sixth or seventh level of Foundation Establishment; to him, it was no different from slaughtering chickens.

Mo Hong, seeing this, fell into utter despair.

But Liu Keqing, in the instant the Little Sword Immortal turned away, lost the panic on her face and instead revealed a sinister smile.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!"

Suddenly, dozens of thick beams of light surged from around the hillside, each with terrifying power capable of instantly killing a Foundation Establishment cultivator at Great Perfection.

The brilliance was so intense that it illuminated a radius of ten miles.

"Something's wrong!"

The Little Sword Immortal halted abruptly, his hair standing on end.

There was no time to kill Mo Hong and the others.

With a flick of his finger, the flying sword split into dozens, clashing fiercely with the incoming beams of light.

"Boom boom boom!"

The beams engulfed the Little Sword Immortal, and the hillside where he stood was leveled, dust billowing into the sky.

Xu Zhengyi, Mo Hong, and Liu Keqing couldn't withstand even the aftermath, being swept dozens of meters away and crashing hard to the ground.

At the same time.

The surrounding light shifted, like a veil being lifted, revealing ten demonic figures emerging one after another.

Each one exuded the cultivation level of Foundation Establishment at Great Perfection, and together, their aura was overwhelmingly powerful.

"Hahaha! Jiang Yijian, you've finally fallen into the trap."

The leading young man laughed heartily, a look of satisfaction on his face.

This person.

Was none other than Mo Xunhuan, who had been tracking Ye Bufan after the auction!

And the others were also demon cultivators from the Heavenly Demon Sect, almost all followers of Liu Wangchuan.

"All from the Heavenly Demon Sect!"

"So that's how it is, cough cough..."

The Little Sword Immortal staggered out of the dust, surrounded by fifteen identical blue flying swords, his face ashen, devoid of the previous dominance and arrogance.

He glanced at Mo Xunhuan and the others, instantly understanding everything.

His expression grew even more grim.

"Liu Wangchuan really went to great lengths for my 'True Fire Beast Pill'!"

The Little Sword Immortal spoke each word with fury.

He wasn't skilled at scheming, but he wasn't stupid.

The so-called elder's mission was clearly orchestrated by Liu Wangchuan, who had the elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect issue it.

After issuing the mission to capture Xu Zhengyi, he had a long-exposed mole tip him off.

After all, it was his own brother, and he would definitely step in to resolve it.

And this was the trap.

As soon as he acted, Liu Wangchuan would have arranged for people to ambush him!

All for.

The "True Fire Beast Pill" he carried, and the set of flying swords in his possession.

A complete set of flying swords was extremely rare, not to mention their price.

Fifteen flying swords.

One master sword, fourteen subsidiary swords, all top-tier magical instruments.

Controlling the subsidiary swords with the master sword, the power unleashed was the pinnacle of top-tier magical instruments.

Second only to pseudo-magical treasures!

And Mo Hong, who had been swept away by the aftermath, was left dumbfounded.

He had no knowledge of this.

"So, I was just a pawn in Liu Wangchuan's hand, ready to be discarded at any moment."

Mo Hong smiled bitterly, feeling desolate inside.

Looking at Liu Keqing, who had stood up beside him with no expression on her face, his mouth tasted even more bitter.

It was clear that Liu Keqing knew more than he did.

And had been in contact with Mo Xunhuan all along.

However.

When he saw Ye Bufan's motionless body lying in the distance, he felt a bit better.

Ye Bufan was dead.

At least he wasn't.

...

"Liu Wangchuan's target is the Little Sword Immortal, and I'm just collateral damage..."

"That cunning bastard isn't just deep; he's playing a game within a game, like Russian dolls."

Ye Bufan concealed his aura, hiding behind a large tree two hundred meters away, feeling a chill in his heart.

Fortunately, he was cautious and had used the Creature Creation Technique earlier to fool the Little Sword Immortal with a puppet.

Otherwise.

To save his life, he might have already been fighting the Little Sword Immortal to the death.

Mo Xunhuan and those treacherous guys would likely reap the benefits.

"Alright, alright, so everyone thinks they can play me like a pawn, huh?"

Ye Bufan felt a surge of anger, his eyes flashing with killing intent.

He was cautious by nature.

Not wanting unnecessary trouble or to put himself in danger.

But.

That didn't mean he was a coward.

"Fight, go ahead and bash each other's heads in."

Ye Bufan lowered his aura to the minimum, his gaze shifting between the fifteen flying swords around the Little Sword Immortal and the storage bags of the ten Foundation Establishment cultivators at Great Perfection.

His breathing grew heavier.

These were all wealthy targets, especially the Little Sword Immortal, who was filthy rich.

If successful, the True Fire Beast Pill would be his, and the set of flying swords would greatly enhance his combat power!

In other words.

To the impoverished Ye Bufan, these people were like gold mines.

However, he was prudent and wouldn't act rashly.

Ye Bufan continuously simulated the perfect plan and its success rate in his mind.

"Alright, a ninety percent chance, it's a go!"