Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 92 - 93: Man Kills Man

Chapter 92: Chapter 93: Man Kills Man

Chu Fengmian set foot onto the wilderness island and leaped right into the jungle.

He ignored the demonic beasts nearby and kept running toward the deeper parts of the island.

The outskirts of the jungle teemed with Martial Artists, hunting demonic beasts and fighting over them.

Chu Fengmian naturally couldn’t be bothered to compete with those Martial Artists; after all, he was not after the Bone-Tempering Realm beasts on the periphery.

The beasts worthy of Chu Fengmian’s hunt were at least those that possessed the strength of the seventh layer of the Body-Forging Realm or above.

This second assessment was not merely about the quantity of demonic beasts killed, but about exchanging their ranks for points.

The stronger the demonic beast, the more points one could obtain from hunting it.

Therefore, Chu Fengmian immediately set his sights on those Body-Forging Realm level seven and above beasts.

These kinds of beasts were beyond the means of ordinary Martial Artists to hunt, and therefore, they could not compete with Chu Fengmian for them.

After running non-stop for three hours, Chu Fengmian finally arrived in the depths of the jungle; his gaze flickering six ways as he searched for traces of demonic beasts.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a beast’s roar thundered into the air.

Chu Fengmian looked in the direction of the roar and saw a giant tiger about five or six meters long, its gaze filled with murderous intent as it stared at Chu Fengmian.

"Oh? A Blood-Eyed Tiger at the seventh layer of the Body-Forging Realm?"

Chu Fengmian muttered to himself after glancing at the Blood-Eyed Tiger.

"Let’s have you kick off Chu’s hunting journey," he said.

The next moment, Chu Fengmian’s figure abruptly moved, charging at the Blood-Eyed Tiger.

Suddenly, he drew his sword, and a slash of Sword Light grazed across the throat of the Blood-Eyed Tiger.

The tiger’s throat was sliced open by Chu Fengmian.

A Body-Forging Realm level seven Blood-Eyed Tiger was effortlessly killed by Chu Fengmian.

"Hiss."

With a practiced stroke, Chu Fengmian cleaved open the tiger’s skull, and the tip of his sword Edge delicately lifted a sparkling Demon Core, which he then stored away in his storage bag.

"It seems this area is the territory of beasts of Body-Forging Realm level seven and above; it’s a good place to hunt," Chu Fengmian thought to himself.

He ran deeper into the jungle once again.

Countless demonic beasts on the way were effortlessly slain by Chu Fengmian.

One full day.

In this span of a day, Chu Fengmian had almost killed all the level seven and higher Body-Forging Realm demonic beasts in the vicinity.

The entire jungle had become deadly quiet, bereft of any roars.

Chu Fengmian stood before a Body-Forging Realm level eight giant python, skillfully extracting its Demon Core, and then glanced around the area.

"Looks like it’s time to find a new spot," he said.

Chu Fengmian familiarly placed the Demon Core into his storage bag.

By now, Chu Fengmian’s storage bag contained dozens of large and small Demon Cores.

The quantity might not be great, but each of these Demon Cores came from beasts of the Body-Forging Realm level seven and above.

If one were to count the points, Chu Fengmian didn’t believe there could be anyone with a higher score than him.

Of course, securing a spot in the top hundred would qualify one for the next round of assessments, but everyone knew that the closer one was to the top rank, the more attention and resources one could potentially receive.

Chu Fengmian mused silently.

He was also aware of the practices of these powers in nurturing their disciples.

Generally, only the most outstanding Disciples would receive a wealth of resources for cultivation, and if Chu Fengmian wanted those resources, he had to excel.

Just being in the top hundred was far from satisfying for Chu Fengmian, he aimed to be the very first.

In this area, there were no more demons to be found.

To hunt other demons, they had to venture to other regions.

Without hesitation, Chu Fengmian got up and headed in another direction.

Those capable of hunting Body Tempering Realm Level Seven or higher demons were not limited to Chu Fengmian alone. Others, like Lin Mozhu, Qu Wuyin, and Ao Wuming, although not as effortlessly as Chu Fengmian,

could also hunt Body Tempering Realm Level Seven demons without much trouble. They were Chu Fengmian’s formidable rivals.

Chu Fengmian could not afford to waste any time.

His figure darted through the jungle.

Before long, his figure abruptly halted atop a tree.

Below, a Martial Artist was covered in wounds, his blood dripping down his garments.

He was clearly heavily injured.

But the nature of his wounds did not seem to be from a demon’s attack but rather from the slash of a weapon.

Not far behind the Martial Artist, several Martial Artists were in hot pursuit.

They wielded various bloodstained weapons, evidently the cause of the Martial Artist’s injuries.

"Man killing man?"

Chu Fengmian watched this scene from the tree, startled.

The scene before him was indeed one of homicide.

The small group had clearly formed an alliance, now relentlessly pursuing the injured Martial Artist.

Chu Fengmian remembered the pursued Martial Artist—it was Su Hu, a rising star of their generation, whose strength had reached the Body Tempering Realm Level Five.

Chu Fengmian had encountered him once before in the palace, so he had some recollection of him.

Su Hu’s strength was just slightly less than Chu Fengmian and the four prodigies; among the disciples, he was exceptionally powerful.

Yet now, he found himself in such a dire situation.

The ones chasing him, although individually weaker than Su Hu, had strengths around Body Tempering Realm Level Four.

This group, Chu Fengmian quickly noticed, numbered more than a dozen.

Outnumbered, it was no wonder that Su Hu could only flee with injuries.

Now it seemed that Su Hu was gravely wounded and appeared to barely be able to keep running.

"Su Hu, this time I’d like to see how you can escape!" sneered a Martial Artist as he blocked Su Hu’s path.

Numerous Martial Artists also caught up.

More than a dozen Martial Artists surrounded Su Hu.

"Su Hu, hand over all your Demon Cores and submit to Young Master Cheng. Do this, and your life will be spared this time; otherwise, you’ll surely die today," said the Martial Artist with a cold smirk.

"You should know how to choose," he continued.

"Following Young Master Cheng would be better than struggling alone. With the Cheng family’s influence, there might be a chance for you to advance to the inner sect."

"Ptui, Ye Fei, you want to be a dog—don’t think I’m like you," Su Hu retorted venomously.

"As a Martial Artist, one pursues the Martial Arts for life. If one becomes a servant, then what kind of Martial Artist or Martial Arts practice is that?"

"Even if I die today, I, Su Hu, will not bow to that worthless Cheng family!"

"To make me, Su Hu, submit, one must defeat me. Relying on numbers and power, I will never submit!" Su Hu declared furiously.

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