Yun Jin glanced at the map.
Xue Daoren had clearly used some secret technique to flee at an extraordinary pace. He had already gained considerable distance.
But with the system's tracking marker in place, Yun Jin wasn't the least bit worried about him getting away.
She immediately gave chase.
Xue Daoren burned his blood essence to activate a forbidden technique, covering over a thousand li in a single burst before he dared pause.
Coincidentally, there happened to be a hidden base of the Blood Dao Sect nearby. As he descended, he sent a report to the Demon Sovereign. He had failed. The Demon Sovereign was furious, but perhaps due to being short on manpower, didn't immediately take his life.
Xue Daoren exhaled in relief.
He hadn't succeeded this time, but staying alive was already a stroke of luck. Now all he had to do was prove himself useful again, and he could regain favor at the Demon Sovereign's side.
Xue Daoren vaguely sensed that the Demon Sovereign had spared him largely because of that mysterious liquid. When the time came, he would offer the treasure up, and that should be enough to redeem himself. He landed at the base. His top priority was to recover. The secret technique had drained him severely.
Xue Daoren sat down to cultivate—
The temperature in the underground chamber suddenly spiked.
His eyes widened in alarm.
The next moment—
The ceiling collapsed with a deafening roar.
A torrent of flames poured in.
Terror flashed in Xue Daoren's eyes.
What the—?
This fire—
Was Yun Jin still not letting him go?!
Then—
A sword thrust straight toward him.
Startled, Xue Daoren leaped into the air with everything he had left.
And saw Yun Jin's cold face staring back at him.
"Xue Daoren. Long time no see," Yun Jin said calmly.
Xue Daoren was momentarily speechless.
Long time?
It hadn't even been that long!
And he had absolutely no desire to see Yun Jin again!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" the Blood Dao Sect disciples rushed in.
"She's only at Unity stage. No need to bother the Sect Master, we've got this!"
They shouted confidently.
Yun Jin glanced down coldly, then dropped from the air.
Her sword flashed in a sweeping arc.
Screams filled the air as blood splattered onto Yun Jin's white dress.
Xue Daoren trembled at the sight. Among those disciples, one of them was even at the Tribulation stage, yet Yun Jin had killed them like slaughtering livestock. Gritting his teeth, Xue Daoren dared not linger. He turned and fled again.
Yun Jin merely watched his retreating figure without rushing after him. With the system's help, she could always find him. These demonic cultivators weren't worth sparing. Leaving them alive would only lead to future harm.
Might as well...
Wipe them out completely.
A stick of incense's time later—
The first Blood Dao Sect base had been annihilated.
The Tai'a Sword had slain so many that blood dripped from its blade.
"The blood of filth," Yun Jin sneered, and the blood instantly evaporated.
Then—
She resumed the chase.
If she had said she would take Xue Daoren's head, then she would take his head.
Yun Jin never broke her word.
Xue Daoren continued fleeing madly. But soon, he felt a suffocating pressure behind him—searing, oppressive. He cursed inwardly. It was Yun Jin again. She had caught up. Those base disciples—couldn't they even buy him a little time? He had no desire to fight Yun Jin head-on. Clenching his teeth, Xue Daoren sped off toward another hidden outpost.
As expected—
The moment Yun Jin discovered the new hideout, she paused the chase.
Xue Daoren took the chance to flee again.
He didn't believe it.
Could Yun Jin really track him forever?
He had already checked himself thoroughly—there was no trace mark on him. Though he didn't know what method she had used, it was surely not sustainable. He just needed to hold out for a while longer, and he would be free.
This woman clearly had a righteous streak. As long as he kept luring her toward other demonic strongholds, he could waste her time. There were no more Blood Dao Sect outposts nearby, but he knew where other evil cultivators were hiding.
He'd just lead her there, one by one.
Xue Daoren schemed.
Sure enough, after Yun Jin wiped out another stronghold, she came after him again—like a shadow that would never leave.
Snarling, Xue Daoren led her straight to a gathering point of demonic cultivators.
Flames rained down. Yun Jin drew her sword once more.
Since he was being so helpful—
It would be a waste not to wipe these people out too.
Thus began the chase: Xue Daoren luring Yun Jin from base to base, and Yun Jin slaughtering her way through them all.
After every massacre, she would continue her pursuit.
The demonic cultivators were many, but their strength was generally low.
First, their techniques were shortcuts that sacrificed true power for quick gains.
Second, Xue Daoren had been expanding his own influence for years, and conflicts with other demonic groups had worn them down. Under the pressure of the Blood Dao Sect, many were already weakened.
The rise of the Blood Dao Sect hadn't been due solely to Xue Daoren's strength. The core disciples all possessed that strange liquid capable of concealing their auras, and most likely, Qingxiao Pavilion had secretly been supporting them behind the scenes.
Now, in this region of the Canglan Kingdom—
Xue Daoren was the strongest of the demonic cultivators. If Yun Jin could chase him down, then no one else could stop her either.
Xue Daoren tried every method—land, sea, and sky—but no matter where he went, he could not shake Yun Jin. Desperate, he begged the Demon Sovereign for help.
The Demon Sovereign's reply was curt.
"Ji Wusi and the others are about to emerge. No one will assist you. Yun Jin is only at Unity stage. Are you saying you can't even handle her?"
That line—
Nearly made Xue Daoren cough blood.
Unity stage? Did that sound like a normal Unity cultivator to him?
She was a damn war goddess!
But the message was clear. No backup was coming.
His secret techniques couldn't sustain this pace forever.
Exhausted, Xue Daoren was forced to stop.
The next moment—
Yun Jin arrived, calm and composed.
She gazed at him, impassive.
After fully comprehending the Dao of Fire, her fire spiritual energy was boundless.
Xue Daoren had long reached his limit. Yun Jin, on the other hand, was completely unfazed.
Just as she stepped forward—
"Wait, wait!" Xue Daoren quickly called out.
Yun Jin narrowed her eyes.
The Xue Dao Ren offered a flattering smile.
"Master Yun, Fairy Yun. Think about it. We don't actually have any deep personal grudge, do we? You're friends with Qin Ping and the others, but haven't they all recovered just fine? Look, I'll pay for their healing pills. I'll even give you half my fortune. Let's just call it even, alright?"
He sounded very sure of himself.
In his mind—
There was no reason for Yun Jin to refuse.
Right and wrong, righteousness and evil—those were just words. In the end, everything came down to benefits.
He was willing to offer so much, and Yun Jin didn't possess any absolute advantage over him. Why would she take the risk?