I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Solemn

Translator: 549690339

As it turned out, Han Yi was over-worried.

The incident when Tianqing City was breached was indeed a low-probability event.

The night passed without incident, with only distant roars of beasts and occasional, distant sounds of fighting echoing now and then.

Han Yi was not a saint and remained indifferent to the battles happening outside.

If Chu Jinmo or any of the still alive members of the original seven were nearby, he might have stepped in to help, but for those far away and unfamiliar, he could provide no assistance.

As the sky was gradually brightening, he left the hollow of the tree he was hiding in, determined his direction, and quickly headed towards the periphery. With his Light Body Technique at its peak, he estimated that a distance of over a hundred kilometres would take him less than half an hour to traverse at full speed.

However.

No sooner had he left about two kilometers than he saw a body. The body was in pieces, dead with eyes wide open. Han Yi stood on the side, silent. He knew this person.

One of the seven travelling companions, the Array Master, Li Yi.

Li Yi had left a deep impression on Han Yi, both with his Concealment Spirit Array and the offensive formation he’d used during their battle with the tiger demon beast all evoked awe.

In battles, a powerful array master could play a decisive role. Assisting, trapping enemies, defending, initiating mass attacks—these were their strengths.

After spending a moment in silent mourning, Han Yi turned and left. The Evil Mountain Range had indeed become a killing field, no place to linger.

As he raced outwards, Han Yi came across two more bodies. One was a disciple of the Xuandan Sect, his face completely disfigured by low-ranked beast bites. The other wore a blood-red robe of the Blood God Sect. Without stopping, Han Yi continued speeding outwards.

Suddenly.

Boom!!

A violent explosion came from about half a kilometre to the side. Through the forest, Han Yi only felt an outburst of Spirit Energy.

He stopped in his tracks, thought for a bit, decided to ignore it, and continued speeding outwards.

Whoosh!!

A clear sword chant rose and fell quickly.

Han Yi abruptly turned around, his face changing.

“That sword, it’s Chu Jinmo’s Spirit Sword.”

Without further hesitation, Han Yi headed straight towards the explosion site. He covered the half-kilometre distance in less than ten breaths.

What greeted him were two cultivators locked in battle.

One was Chu Jinmo. Her face was stern, the dark green clothes she wore were stained with blood, and there was a tear in the sleeve of her arm revealing a deep, gravely wounded arm.

The other was a robust young male cultivator, nearly two meters tall, with a fierce look. He held a very peculiar magical weapon, a golden-hued halberd, purely fierce like an angry deity.

Just as Han Yi appeared, the man raised his golden halberd and pounded it forward. The space in front of him rippled as if water.

“Not good.”

Han Yi’s face changed dramatically, and his body flickered.

The next moment.

Boom!!

Scary fluctuations of Spirit Energy swept out from in front of the young man, heavily slamming onto the Spirit Sword.

The silver Spirit Sword let out a mournful cry, and a crack surfaced on the sword body. It was instantly blasted away.

As the Spirit Sword suffered damage, Chu Jinmo’s face turned pale white as she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

At this moment, a hand stretched out with a palm opened wide, magic power emanating from the center of it—a shield of flames started to spread, and before it could fully form, it was shattered into firelight by the terrifying spiritual energy.

However, it was this moment that Han Yi needed.

For at the same moment that he cast the Fire Shield Skill, he’d slapped three Protecting Body Talismans onto himself, positioning his body to shield Chu Jinmo.

This was the most direct and effective method he could think of in that split second.

In the blink of an eye, there was so little time left for him.

If he had slapped the Protecting Body Talisman solely on Chu Jinmo, he wouldn’t have been able to provide any defense for himself, which would undoubtedly be unwise, as he would then fall into danger, even though Chu Jinmo would be safe.

If he chose not to intervene, he would have to watch Chu Jinmo die in front of his very eyes.

Although Han Yi kept a low profile, he wasn’t heartless. Not saving someone he could have saved would have gone against his moral principles

A cultivator who was indifferent, without any feelings, had lost the real purpose of cultivation. What were they cultivating for then?

So, the most effective solution was for him to boost the Spiritual Talismans on his own and block this blow. In this way, both could remain unharmed.

Boom, Boom!

Two sharp explosions rang out. The two protective light cocoons that covered Han Yi shattered, and the third light cocoon shook for a while but eventually stabilized.

“So strong.”

Han Yi’s face was extremely serious.

This burly young man had such powerful strength, definitely possessing the power of a top-notch Ninth Stage Qi cultivator.

Keep in mind, in his hurry, to ensure absolute safety, he had used all three Protecting Body Talismans, which were high-grade Spiritual Talismans, not the common ones. Normally, a common Ninth Stage Qi cultivator could only shatter one high-grade Protecting Body Talisman with all his might.

Yet this burly young man, with his golden spear, shattered not just two Protecting Body Talismans with one heavy blow, but also broke his Fire Shield Skill prior to that.

His power was indeed terrifying.

This should be the most formidable opponent he had encountered so far, even more powerful than the cold young man with the top-grade artifact – the Golden Light Shuttle that he had met before.

As his thoughts raced, the light cocoon around his body gradually disappeared.

“Sister Chu, how are you?”

Without turning his head, Han Yi laid his eyes on the burly young man twenty meters away, looking more serious than ever.

Behind Han Yi.

Chu Jinmo widened her eyes, her pupils shrank, and she looked at Han Yi, who had blocked the blow, with a surprised expression. But she also knew that now was not the time to discuss other matters, so she wiped the blood from her mouth and said, “I’m not dead yet, but I’ve lost ninety percent of my fighting strength.”

The straightforward words expressed that Han Yi was the only one who could fight from now on.

Han Yi didn’t feel surprised. When he arrived, Chu Jinmo was already in a hard-pressed state. The burly young man’s blow had severely hit the Spirit Sword, which was now unable to move after being thrown out. This made it evident how heavy the damage was.

“Leave the rest to me. Sister Chu, you should leave first.” Han Yi said in a deep voice.

Chu Jinmo opened her mouth, paused, but didn’t say anything emotional.

She realized that Han Yi must have great strength to take on that blow smoothly. Combined with various signs from before, her junior brother’s actual strength was far beyond his current realm.

Moreover, the most critical point was that since she had known Han Yi, she understood that he was a dedicated cultivator, without any romantic feelings for her.

Han Yi standing in front of her, and him asking her to leave, was not because he was sacrificing himself to save her, but because he knew he had the strength to fight the enemy. If she lingered, it wouldn’t help but might limit his actions – a complete loss.

“Alright. Brother Han, if you cannot deal with it, retreat as soon as possible.”

Chu Jinmo, without being coy, reclaimed her thrown Spirit Sword and quickly retreated.

After all.

From the moment Han Yi appeared and intervened in the fight, till he blocked the attack, asked Chu Jinmo to leave, Chu Jinmo reminded him of something, picked up the sword and retreated – it all happened in less than two breaths’ time.

The burly cultivator on the opposite side, raised his brows, watched Chu Jinmo leave, a smirk at the corner of his mouth.

“Sword Immortal, you can’t escape.”

Then, he turned to look at Han Yi, who had just blocked his attack.

“The Seventh Stage of Qi Cultivation?”

His face was full of doubt, but there was no disdain in his eyes.

“Die.”

His burly physique didn’t seem to affect his speed at all. As he moved, he quickly drew nearer to Han Yi with dreadful power, taking a fierce swing with the spear in his hand..