C39 First merit

In the sky, the figures of the two people flew out of the capital city in succession.

The more Zhao Xiang flew, the more shocked he became. The other side was actually flying with a woman in his arms? It would be terrible if he didn't have a woman in his embrace.

Han Yan secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He was afraid that someone would chase after him out of the city, but seeing that no one was following him, he felt at ease. According to the intelligence gathered, the spies were all in the capital, and there was a possibility that there were State of Zhao cultivators in other places, so the chances of them appearing weren't high. Han Yan increased his speed, and closed the distance between the two of them.

Thus, there was only a distance of less than three hundred meters between the two of them. At this distance, Han Yan could perfectly unleash his attack.

His divine sense moved and the flying sword flew out from under his feet. It circled above his head and charged straight at Zhao Xiang.

Seeing the flying sword heading straight at him, Zhao Xiang had difficulty saying anything. He silently cursed: "Are you really a disciple of Fifth stage of Qi Refining Stage that can actually use attacks from a distance of one hundred meters?" His heart was bleeding. Even he was unable to unleash an attack at such a distance. The flying sword got closer and closer, sensing the killing intent from the flying sword, Zhao Xiang clenched his teeth, he took out a bunch of runes from the storage bag and threw them at Han Yan, his figure flashed, and he rushed straight to the mountain range not far away.

When the sigil flew over, it turned into a fireball and the hundred fireballs suddenly flew towards the flying sword.

The fireball and the flying sword collided and produced a loud sound. The powerful impact spread in all directions and the flying sword was sent flying.

Han Yan's consciousness moved, the flying sword flashed, and arrived at his feet. At the same time, the fireballs followed closely behind. Han Yan raised his right hand, and with a sudden wave of his hand, a fierce gust of wind blew out, forming into a huge tornado that welcomed the fireballs. Hundreds of fireballs were swept into the wind and were blown towards the sky.

After that, Han Yan's figure flashed and chased into the mountain range.

Within the mountain range, Zhao Xiang's body flashed like a ghost. However, no matter how he dodged, he was unable to avoid Han Yan's Divine Sense. He said angrily in his heart: "He's still able to lock onto my body at such a distance, his Divine Sense is too abnormal." At this moment, he clearly realized that Han Yan definitely did not possess Fifth stage of Qi Refining Stage; she had definitely hidden her cultivation.

Han Yan flew into the mountain range and spread out his consciousness. A few mountain peaks surrounded him at the same time and with a flash of his figure, he flew towards another mountain peak.

Zhao Xiang's Spiritual Sense was not as wide as Han Yan's, when he sensed that Han Yan was flying towards a direction, he was pleasantly surprised, "Haha! I finally got rid of him! " He did not let down his guard. His figure flashed, and he quickly flew towards the mountain range. He was not sure if Han Yan really could not sense him anymore.

Two hours later, Zhao Xiang was sitting on top of a mountain, gasping for breath. At this moment, he had almost used up all of his Spiritual Energy. Just as he was about to take out a bottle of Spiritual Energy Recovery Pills from his storage pouch. Suddenly, a shadow flashed beside him, and Han Yan appeared beside him like a ghost. Seeing Han Yan suddenly appear, Zhao Xiang's eyes widened and he cried out, "You …" Why are you here?

Han Yan's right hand loosened, and a sigil lit ablaze on its own.

Looking at the burning sigil, Zhao Xiang suddenly realized something and cried out: "Stealth Glyph, you even have a Stealth Glyph?" Stealth Glyph were considered top grade runes, and were extremely difficult to make. Only Foundation Establishment stage elders had them.

Han Yan let out a cold snort. He walked to Zhao Xiang in a few steps and released his spirit energy crazily, forming a whirlwind and rushing towards Zhao Xiang.

At that moment, the Spirit Qi in Zhao Xiang's body was pitifully weak, he was unable to defend against Han Yan's attack at all.

Just as Zhao Xiang turned around, he saw that Han Yan had already appeared behind him, and he immediately stopped. At this moment, he was looking at Han Yan as if he was looking at a monster, "You, you still have spiritual power in your body?" He really could not understand, the other party had used such a powerful gale technique, yet there was still spiritual energy in his body. Even the fastest Spiritual Recovery Pill was unable to recover its Spiritual Energy in such a short period of time.

In this state of shock, he wasted no time in escaping. The gale technique had already arrived in front of him. Zhao Xiang clenched his teeth, summoned his giant ax, and turned to attack the gale technique, wanting to defeat it before it could even fly over.

Han Yan would not give him any time to escape, he formed a seal with his hands, and the flying sword whizzed towards Zhao Xiang from behind.

Zhao Xiang was using all of his strength to control his flying sword. Even though he knew he was being attacked from behind, he didn't have any excess spiritual energy to cast any spells.

With a light sound, the flying sword pierced through Zhao Xiang's body. His body trembled and he died with grievance, "You, what kind of Pill did you use to actually recover …" Before he even finished speaking, the giant ax he summoned went dark. With a whistling sound, the whirlwind swept up his magic tool and arrived in front of him. It then wrapped around his body.

The tornado quickly spun in front of Han Yan, and with a heart-tearing and lung-splitting sound, the tornado turned blood-red. After a moment, the spinning tornado gradually slowed down and disappeared into specks of light. Other than a storage bag and a handful of giant ax, there was nothing else on the ground. Zhao Xiang's body was blown into pieces by the tornado.

With a wave of Han Yan's right hand, storage bag and giant ax flew into his hands. When his spiritual sense landed on the storage bag, he immediately encountered a resistance. Actually, even if he didn't erase it, it wouldn't be long before Zhao Xiang's consciousness also dissipated. No matter how powerful a cultivator was, after they died, their divine sense would slowly fade away. The higher their cultivation level, the slower it would dissipate.

Amongst them, there were a lot of Spirit Recovering Pills and Spirit Gathering Pills, about ten of them. There were also quite a few talismans, such as the Fireball Talisman, the Escape Talisman, and the Gale Talisman … Other than the fact that there were no Stealth Glyph s, all the runes that Han Yan had heard before should have an end. Other than that, there were also a few Jade Talisman s. Even though they were just the most ordinary sword aura talismans and spiritual energy shield talismans, they were already very satisfying for a poor Han Yan.

When they went down the mountain, the sect gave them a storage bag, which was very rare. One bottle of Fasting Pills, two bottles of Spirit Gathering Pills, three bottles of Spirit Recovering Pills and one Stealth Glyph. Other than the Stealth Glyph which still had some use for these things, the other Pill did not have much use for them. From Zhao Xiang's gaze just now, he could tell that the invisibility was a good item, but it was a pity that there was only one.

At this moment, Han Yan had the thought of creating talismans, he understood in his heart that creating talismans was a very difficult thing, if he did not have a certain amount of willpower, after many years of creation, he would not even be able to create the simplest talismans. The higher the rank of the rune, the higher the requirement for the cultivator. Not only did it require a large amount of spiritual energy, it also required a strong spiritual sense as a shield.

Putting away the spoils of the battle, Han Yan took a glance at Liu Xihan who was in her embrace. She had long since fainted, and after waking her up, she brought Liu Xihan back to the capital.

When Liu Xihan returned to the capital, he did not stay in Duke Wu Wen Palace, he only wanted to pack up and return home. Of course, if she wanted to return, there was no need at all for her to return to Duke Wu Wen Palace. The reason was because she knew where Han Yan wanted to return to. The only reason she did this was because she wanted to accompany Han Yan and spend more time with him. She also understood that she was no longer compatible with Han Yan. After today, they would be on opposite sides of each other and there would be no possibility of ever seeing each other again.

Two hours later, both of them arrived at the entrance of the capital city. The city gates were tightly shut, making it impossible for anyone to enter.

At the top of the city gate, an armored general looked at the two of them and said, "The city gate is closed for three days, no one is allowed to enter."

Han Yan's mind moved, a jade tablet suddenly appeared in his hand, and he raised it above his head.

Seeing the words on the plate, the general trembled and almost fell off the wall. At the same time, he called out, "Quickly open the door! What are you doing? Hurry and open the gate!" Cold sweat covered his forehead. While cursing his men, he ran down the city gate. His speed was astonishingly fast. He wished he could grow another pair of legs.