Heavenly Dao Engine-Chapter 60 - 00 Kill the Enemy and Go to Sleep

Chapter 60: Chapter 0060: Kill the Enemy and Go to Sleep

Chapter 60 -0060: Kill the Enemy and Go to Sleep

Collecting is very important.

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Seeing that Qi Tian, who he hardly thought about on regular days because of his lowly Qi Training Second Level, dared to come over to court death, his eyes flashed with a touch of madness. His Golden Melon Hammer had fallen far from him, making it impossible to retrieve. He raised his left hand, clenched into a fist, and swung it toward the charging Qi Tian.

Qi Tian’s eyes flickered with a sharp light. He swung his fist and unleashed the sixth move of Eight Desolate Demon Tiger Fist

– the Raging Tiger Crossing River.

Now when he used Raging Tiger Crossing River, one punch could exert a force of up to 2,800 pounds. In order to kill this seriously injured cultivator with one punch, Qi Tian immediately used the full force amplification of the Heavenly Dao Engine on his punch. Suddenly, the force of 2,800 pounds doubled, transforming into a terrifying 5,600 pounds of force, surpassing the strength of ten tigers.

The cultivator, who had reached the Nine Levels of Qi Cultivation, had not anticipated that Qi Tian’s punch’s might would reach such a fearsome level. When the two fists collided, his hand and the attached arm were shattered by Qi Tian’s punch.

Qi Tian’s Eight Desolate Demon Tiger Fist pushed on. After bursting the indigenous cultivator’s arm, he punched his chest, and it went right through, directly crushing his heart.

The eyes of that cultivator were about to pop out as he saw Qi Tian’s youthful, exaggerated face reflected in his pupils. Opening his mouth, blood flowed out. Then, with his body tilted backward, he lay with his eyes open, unresigned to his death.

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Qi Tian glanced at the disciples of the National Master Manor and the indigenous cultivators not far away who were engrossed in conflict. They were deeply engrossed in their fight, without glancing this way. The disciples of the National Master Manor were being pushed back, they didn’t dare to look away, and the indigenous cultivators had blindly believed in their Nine Levels Qi Cultivated senior, never foreseeing his demise here.

Qi Tian did not use the Thunder Axe Talisman to kill anymore. He glanced over the killed cultivator, spotting a ring on the cultivator’s hand. Heart stirred, Qi Tian removed the ring and tucked it into his pocket. He patted around and found a storage bag on the cultivator’s waist. Naturally, he took it off without hesitation. Afterwards, he picked up the Gold Melon Hammer that had dropped to the ground.

Then, Qi Tian dispelled a whirlwind from his right hand, retaining the body of this Nine Levels Qi Cultivation Cultivator along with his mount’s corpse as the fuel for the Heavenly Dao Engine.

At this moment, the sound of battle came from the direction of the safehouse. The movement on this side of the grove finally alarmed the disciples of the National Master Manor over there. They were somewhat selfish, but they also knew that in the Lianying Realm, unity is needed, especially if they were ambushed by indigenous cultivators. When it comes down to it, they are all outsiders; their combined strength is far weaker than the native cultivators. If they can’t help each other, they might as well be waiting for total annihilation.

Qi Tian had initially planned to ask for help from the safehouse. But seeing that the fellow disciples of the National Master Manor had finally come to rescue, he breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he shouldn’t stay here further. He had killed the most formidable cultivator of Nine Levels Qi Cultivation. Unexaggeratedly speaking, his gains are arguably the greatest. If he can’t stop when he is ahead and continue to linger, when other disciples of National Master Manor arrive, he definitely will not be able to keep his winnings, let alone a single copper coin.

Qi Tian tightened the bundle on his body, pinpointed the direction, and left without looking back.

Qi Tian had a map in his hands and knew the general direction of the Lianying Realm, so he wasn’t worried about losing his way. However, since he was traveling alone, he had to be careful.

So he kept moving forward.

The place the National Master Manor had chosen to build the safehouse was on a plain, and usually, “plain” was synonymous with “crowded”. This fact was evident when Qi Tian encountered a native cultivator’s attack not long after he left the safehouse.

Qi Tian was very cautious while traveling. He hoped he could quickly leave the dangerous plain as soon as possible. The place was wide and flat, without any natural barriers to guard or any substantial obstacles to obstruct the line of sight. It was far too dangerous to be walking around.

However, staying on the spot was equally perilous. The native cultivators’ assassinations were definitely no accident but were organized actions of the native cultivators. They must have discovered the existence of the safehouse long ago, or they had been watching the safehouse closely all along, waiting to rob and kill any disciple from the National Master Manor who exited.

Qi Tian had every reason to believe that more and more native cultivators would come. The best way was to quickly leave the plain. However, Qi Tian quickly realized that traveling like this was definitely not the best approach. His speed was too slow, and walking on the exposed plain made him too conspicuous.

Qi Tian decided to find a place to hide and resume his journey at night.

Finding a suitable hiding place was not easy. Though the Cultivation World lacked technological equipment like infrared detectors, Qi Tian did not underestimate the indigenous cultivators in the Lianying Realm. They once had a flourishing cultivation civilization and might have left behind some means for future generations to use. For example, among the cultivators in Great Zhao, Qi Tian had never seen a lower-level apprentice from the Qi Cultivation Period able to fly, but he was not certain if it was the same in the Lianying Realm. What if the Qi Cultivators here had flying mounts, or even knew flying techniques?

If Qi Tian thought he could simply find a pit and hide in it, he was undoubtedly courting death.

Fortunately, Qi Tian happened upon a large pit that had been washed out by rainwater while traveling near a river. The pit was uneven and had rough edges. In some spaces, the walls had collapsed inwards to form dented caverns.

Qi Tian carefully wiped away any footprints he had left behind, then hid within one of the pit cavities. He wasn’t satisfied yet; he punched at the pit wall, causing chunks of earth to fall and block the entrance, leaving only a small crevice for air and light. Thankfully, he controlled his strength well and did not cause a significant collapse, lest he would have buried himself alive.

The hidey-hole was now entirely separated from the outer world, forming a cave of about two to three square meters.

Once the dust settled, Qi Tian pulled out his sleeping bag, crawled into it, and quickly fell asleep.

He had cultivated in the blessed land provided by Han Chengnuo for three consecutive days. After, he had rushed to the Lianying Realm, where he fought a fierce battle and almost died. His physical and mental fatigue was overwhelming. He needed a good rest, no matter what.

Of course, he dared to sleep so soundly in foreign territory because he knew he didn’t snore. Otherwise, he would not dare to sleep so deeply and would have to take extra precautions.

Qi Tian slept very deeply and did not wake up even when seven or eight waves of indigenous cultivators passed near his hiding place, heading towards the safe house.

Qi Tian didn’t wake up until the next morning. When he peeked through the intentionally left crevice, the bright sunshine forced him to retreat back into his sleeping bag to sleep. When he woke up again, it was already night, with the bright moon hanging high in the star-studded sky.

Qi Tian listened intently for a while and concluded that there likely were no cultivators nearby. He then lit a candle and used a piece of black cloth to cover the crevice that could expose the light.

Only then did Qi Tian begin to inspect his spoils, starting with the storage bag. As its original owner was dead, Qi Tian could easily take ownership by just dropping a drop of blood. Immediately, he felt a subtle connection between him and the storage bag, and he could clearly perceive the size, shape, quantity, and location of the items in the storage space.

To Qi Tian’s delight, this storage bag was at least ten times more advanced than the one he had received from Zhao Qian. It was a high-grade storage bag with a large internal space, the total volume exceeding two hundred cubic meters.

The storage bag was filled with a vast amount of goods, nearly stuffing it full. Among these items, Qi Tian saw numerous Spiritual Elixirs, spirit medicines, and various natural treasures. Apart from these, there were several Spirit Military items and several books. The bag was like a mini warehouse.

Qi Tian couldn’t help but praise the well-timed use of the Thunder Axe Talisman. He had caught the indigenous Nine Levels of Qi Cultivation cultivator off guard and severely injured him in an instant. Otherwise, just the treasures in the cultivator’s storage bag would have killed Qi Tian several tens of times over, not to mention his profound cultivation level and power.

Among these items, Qi Tian also saw several wooden boxes. He took one out and opened it, surprised to find it to be a treasure box filled with spirit stones. There were as many as fifty spirit stones in it. Like this, there were three of such boxes in the storage bag, meaning a total of one hundred and fifty spirit stones.

Qi Tian was overjoyed. Spirit stones were exceptional assets. According to Zhao Qian, the royal family of the Great Zhao bestowed only twenty spirit stones to the King Zhangbei Manor annually, so Qi Tian had just scored the equivalent of seven and a half years of the manor’s allocation.

Qi Tian stowed away the storage bag and then took out the ring. It looked plain and unassuming, like a simple iron ring, completely inconspicuous.

Qi Tian examined the ring from all angles, finding nothing special about it. He tried to drop a drop of blood onto it, but the blood slid right off, showing no signs of absorption by the ring.