As Han Dong was about to step into the cave he suddenly heard faint footsteps. He was scared for a moment, but as he tilted his head to see who was coming, his worry flared and was instantly replaced by contempt . as what he saw was a youth at the third level of Qi Disciple realm .
"Fuck off, worm. I'm gonna give you three breaths of time to fade from my sight or I'm gonna make you regret ever being born, he said with a tone of contempt.
Even though he is severely wounded, as a Master Realm cultivator he has his pride ad he doesn't put an insect who is a major realm below him in his eyes.
"Shut up, old man — it's you who should fuck off," Jack said in a high tone. Of course he wouldn't leave this old man alive; he was too sinister. A man who doesn't hesitate to sacrifice his life is not someone you can live around peacefully, knowing he's still breathing.
"What did you say, worm?" Han Dong shouted angrily before attacking Jack with a wisp of his Qi. But just as the wisp was about to touch Jack's body, it dissolved instantly — blocked by Jack's hand.
"What the fuck… how are you not dead yet, worm!?" Han Dong roared in shock. Even though he was weakened and his Qi reserves were almost empty, he was still a Master Realm cultivator. Even a mere wisp of his Qi should have been enough to crush a peak Qi Disciple.
Yet somehow, this youth at only the third level of the Qi Disciple realm had survived his attack — and not only survived, but defended against it effortlessly with his bare hands.
Of course, the reason for that was the Chaos Dragon bloodline, which increased physical strength to unimaginable levels.
Worm… worm… worm… Old man, didn't your parents teach you another word?" Jack said calmly as he drew his rusty sword from its sheath.
"In your next life, don't offend people who are out of your reach." After saying this, Jack couldn't help but feel like a third-tier Xianxia young master.
"How dare—" Before Han Dong could even finish his sentence, his eyes widened as a hundred of black swords with golden hilts radiating an ethereal aura tore through the air, distorting space at a frightening speed coming toward him . The surrounding trees within a hundred meters were reduced to splinters under the sheer pressure of the swords .
Han Dong didn't even attempt to dodge; he knew there was no way that he could defend against such an attack. as The strength radiating from it was equivalent to that of a middle-stage Master Realm cultivator.
And just like that, the body of a Master Realm cultivator was cut into pieces.
Huh, this technique is way stronger than I thought… but its demands are quite high. I feel like half of my Qi is drained," Jack said with some tiredness as he walked toward the cave to claim the treasure.
The technique he was mentioning was one of the three techniques that originated from the Chaos Dragon bloodline.
It was called the Chaos Blade Technique. Its concept was simple—at the initial stage, it formed around a hundred black swords with golden hilts, and the number would increase as one advanced in cultivation. Each sword carried a faint trace of the Chaos element, making the attack devastatingly destructive. However, since Jack was only at the second Mortal Realm, the choas element in his attacks was nearly not present.
But what is Chaos? It is the beginning and the end, the force of creation and destruction. Even the slightest amount of it is beyond what a mere mortal can withstand.
Nevertheless, Jack finally reached the cave and stepped inside, and as soon as he entered, his eyes widened as he saw a skeleton on the ground with a storage ring gleaming on its middle finger.
He then moved closer to the skeleton and carefully removed the storage ring from its finger. "System, scan this ring for me."
Ding!
Scanning is complete!
A fifth grade storage ring belonging to a Half-Step King Realm cultivator.
Warning: Host must be cautious. The soul of the previous owner still resides within the ring in soul form. However, current scans indicate no evil intentions.
"Then… it is safe for me to obtain this ring, System?" Jack asked with some hesitation.
Host doesn't have to worry. This soul is already on the verge of fading, and even if it held any evil intentions, I could erase its existence immediately.
After hearing the system's reply, Jack's hesitation faded instantly. He made a small cut on his finger, letting a few drops of blood fall onto the ring.
And as soon as the ring absorbed the blood drops, it instantly became bound and accessible to Jack.
"Hahaha… finally, this treasure is found. Now I can rest in peace…" A high-pitched laugh echoed from within the ring. The moment Jack heard it, he instinctively turned toward the source of the voice.
What met him was an old man with striking red hair and a matching beard. Despite his age, his features were refined and handsome, hinting at the charm that must have made him popular among women in his youth. He stood nearly two meters tall, his frame broad and powerful.
"Haha, young man, it seems that fate has chosen you as the owner of this ring before I fade away completely," the old man said with a hearty laugh.
Fate… my ass, old man. This is just plot armor, Jack thought to himself.
"By the way, what is your name, young man?"
It's Jack, Senior," Jack said while giving the old man a slight bow.
Jack? What a strange name. Has the world changed that much in these fifty years?" the old man thought to himself.
"What a nice name, young man. by the way I can sense faint traces of a bloodline within you—and not just a weak one. It seems this ring has chosen the right owner," the old man said with a smile.
Jack was shocked; he hadn't expected the old man to see through him so easily.
"Hahaha, don't worry young one. I have no evil intentions. I simply want to ask you a favor, and you have the choice to accept or decline. Consider my heritage a payment for your favor."