Longevity Hacker: When Every Curse Becomes a Blessing

"Crack!"

Like a divine thunderbolt from the heavens, the flying sword approached the ten Foundation Establishment cultivators with terrifying speed.

Two of them didn't even have time to react before they were sliced in half with a swish, becoming charred corpses.

Dead beyond dead.

"Cloud Thunder Sword?! How is this possible! Wasn't this pseudo-magical treasure auctioned off to a Golden Core cultivator?!"

Mo Xunhuan shouted hysterically, as if he had seen a ghost, unable to maintain his composure.

The others were even more terrified, retreating frantically.

The Little Sword Immortal himself was a Foundation Establishment expert in swordsmanship, extremely powerful. The ten of them together could barely suppress him, but now he suddenly wielded a pseudo-magical treasure level sword with lightning attributes.

Even with more people, they couldn't stand a chance!

"Hahaha! You fools, that Golden Core cultivator is a senior from my Shangqing Palace. He bought this item for my brother, just to guard against those demonic path Golden Core cultivators."

Xu Zhengyi laughed heartily from below, completely relaxed.

If not for this, with so many Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivators, even his brother couldn't protect him!

Ye Bufan, who was watching from a distance, was also shocked.

No wonder.

He had been puzzled when he heard that the Cloud Thunder Sword, the highlight of the auction, was bought by an unknown Golden Core cultivator.

After all, such a powerful pseudo-magical treasure would consume too much mana for the younger generation, and a Golden Core cultivator wouldn't need it themselves.

Now he understood completely.

"This thing is perfect for the Little Sword Immortal, it's simply a great weapon."

Ye Bufan's eyes were fixed.

At this moment, two talisman treasures had been exhausted, turning to ashes.

Even if Mo Xunhuan had more talisman treasures, there was no time to activate them.

"What do we do? Run?"

A demon cultivator wielding a feather fan trembled, facing the Little Sword Immortal with the Cloud Thunder Sword, they had no chance of winning.

"Run? Do you think we can escape from a sword cultivator?"

Mo Xunhuan roared, his face twisted.

Swordsmanship was too fast.

And it was the Cloud Thunder Sword.

If the Little Sword Immortal wanted, his burst speed wouldn't be much inferior to a False Core!

"Joining forces is our only chance! I don't believe his mana can sustain the Cloud Thunder Sword's consumption!"

A demon cultivator gritted his teeth, slapping over a dozen second-tier mid-level talismans onto himself, and donned a defensive magical instrument.

Finally, he summoned a blood-colored soul banner, ghostly winds howling, as fierce ghosts of the sixth and seventh levels of Foundation Establishment flew out, charging at the Little Sword Immortal.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The others, eyes red with madness, also summoned their magical instruments.

Mo Xunhuan spat a mouthful of blood onto his spear magical instrument.

The spear instantly swelled several times, like a blood-colored pillar, fiercely stabbing towards the Little Sword Immortal.

"Overestimating yourselves!"

The Little Sword Immortal's eyes mocked, black hair dancing, as he slashed forward with the Cloud Thunder Sword.

"Crack!"

A sword light ten meters long, like thunder, tore apart the blood-colored soul banner at the front.

The lightning attribute naturally restrained spirits, and those fierce ghosts couldn't even resist for a moment, being struck into black smoke on the spot.

"No!"

A scream echoed as the demon cultivator controlling the blood-colored soul banner was torn apart by the sword light, blood staining the sky.

The sword light paused slightly, but its power still shattered Mo Xunhuan's blood-colored pillar, causing him to cough up blood and fly backward.

"Slash again!"

With another slash, the Little Sword Immortal's face showed a hint of paleness.

The Cloud Thunder Sword was terrifyingly powerful, but its consumption was great, even he couldn't bear it, not to mention he had already expended much fighting the ten.

However, he quickly concealed the anomaly on his face.

"Crack!"

The sword light swept across, slicing through the feather fan magical instrument in the hands of a Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivator, along with its owner, who was decapitated.

Instantly killed!

Following closely, another demon cultivator had his forehead pierced by the sword light, blood splattering out.

In just the blink of an eye.

Only five of the ten Foundation Establishment cultivators remained.

"The Cloud Thunder Sword, it's too restraining for us demonic path cultivators! Plus its power, how do we fight?"

"It's over! Completely over!"

The five were utterly desperate, even Mo Xunhuan was no longer frantic, his face full of bitterness.

Their joint efforts held only a sliver of hope for resistance.

Now seeing how the lightning attribute Cloud Thunder Sword restrained their techniques and magical instruments.

That sliver of hope was extinguished.

"Five are dead!"

Below, Mo Hong and Liu Keqing were also pale, collapsing in despair.

With Mo Xunhuan and the others dead, the two of them were doomed as well.

Only Xu Zhengyi showed joy, smugly glancing at Liu Keqing's graceful figure, his eyes flashing with lewdness.

Whenever he captured demonic sect women, he would interrogate them thoroughly.

The specifics of the interrogation, wasn't it up to him to decide?

After all, no one would know.

"Using the Cloud Thunder Sword to kill you is overestimating you, let's use the Blue Shadow Sword instead!"

In the air, the Little Sword Immortal looked at Mo Xunhuan and the five, his eyes flashing with disdainful sneer.

He put away the Cloud Thunder Sword.

Summoning the blue flying sword he had used before.

However, in the next moment.

His expression changed dramatically, hurriedly manipulating the flying sword to stab behind him.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound, the blue flying sword was knocked away by a great force, followed by a scorching demonic aura rushing towards the back of the Little Sword Immortal's head.

"Who is it?!"

Taking advantage of the moment the flying sword blocked, the Little Sword Immortal narrowly avoided the attack, looking towards the distance in shock and anger.

He saw—

A young man in a yellow robe, with an unremarkable appearance, standing on a flying sword, squinting at him.

This person.

Was Ye Bufan.

"It's you? The guy who bid for the 'Pure Heaven Water'."

The Little Sword Immortal recognized him, his face turning livid.

At that time, he had discussed this person with Yan Ruyu, saying he was foolish for bidding high for the Pure Heaven Water.

Meanwhile, Mo Xunhuan, who was prepared to die, was also stunned.

He recognized him too.

He had thought he was just a Foundation Establishment level one guy, whom he had tracked for a long time, but now...

The demonic aura surged around him like waves, though his cultivation level couldn't be discerned, the aura was definitely not just Foundation Establishment level one!

"Your reaction is quite fast."

"However, your mana is almost depleted, isn't it? You can't use the Cloud Thunder Sword anymore."

Ye Bufan said with a faint smile.

"Your aura, at most Foundation Establishment Great Perfection, overestimating yourself! Even without the Cloud Thunder Sword, killing you is more than enough."

The Little Sword Immortal sneered, summoning the blue flying sword, which shot towards Ye Bufan like lightning.

"Poof!"

With a light sound, "Ye Bufan" shattered on the spot, revealing itself to be an image.

"Hmm? Your speed..."

The Little Sword Immortal was astonished, even though his mana was nearly exhausted, still, an ordinary Foundation Establishment Great Perfection couldn't avoid his strike.

The person's movement technique was extraordinarily fast.

"Whoosh!"

A sword whistle exploded, and then the Little Sword Immortal saw a cyan flying sword stabbing towards his throat.

Though it hadn't gathered sword momentum, the sword aura formed by the surging demonic aura gave the Little Sword Immortal a strong sense of oppression.

"Clang!"

The Little Sword Immortal maneuvered his flying sword to collide with the opponent's, the terrifying sword aura sweeping across, its force actually pushing him back over ten meters.

"Poof!"

The Little Sword Immortal, with little mana left, was shaken until blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"This strength... not even an ordinary Foundation Establishment Great Perfection can compare, who are you?!"

The Little Sword Immortal's expression changed, his eyes fixed on Ye Bufan, who appeared dozens of meters away.

He practiced swordsmanship, never hearing of such powerful sword techniques, beyond common sense.

Meanwhile, Mo Xunhuan and the others in the distance were wide-eyed, full of disbelief.

That movement technique and swordsmanship, they seemed familiar.

They had seen it on the fifth floor of the Scripture Repository!

"Who on earth is this guy? To have mastered these two forbidden techniques!"

A demon cultivator trembled.

The "Ephemeral Shadow Technique" and the "Demonic Light Sword Technique" were both renowned in the Heavenly Demon Sect.

The former was extremely difficult to practice, with only a handful in the entire sect reaching minor success!

The latter was even more deadly, though its power was terrifying, using it once would drain one's essence.

Using it multiple times, there was a ninety percent chance of dying on the spot!

Such forbidden techniques, yet someone had mastered them!

And to great success!

"Is it him? The Midnight Black Hand who broke Li Kui's legs, Zhang Laosan!"

Mo Xunhuan seemed to recall something, exclaiming in shock.

He had seen this person's portrait, drawn by someone Li Kui had hired, now the portrait was spread throughout the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Later, Liu Wangchuan even ordered him to search for his whereabouts.

Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, Zhang Laosan seemed to have vanished.

Unexpectedly... he now appeared before him!

"I don't quite like the 'old' in that name."

Ye Bufan said expressionlessly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of red armor with a cold sheen covered his body.

Simultaneously, his black hair gradually turned blood-red, his eyes also becoming completely blood-red, a scorching murderous aura erupted like a blazing sun, rolling like smoke, sweeping in all directions.

His entire demeanor changed dramatically, as if he were a demon god emerging from hell.