Cultivation Online novel Chapter 1900

Chapter 1900 Searching for Tian Yang

Yuan and the other onlookers stared at Elder Sun with wide eyes.

"What a powerful treasure!"

"Isn't she the one with the lion flying treasure? You must be incredibly stupid to try and rob someone as rich as that…"

The onlookers shook their heads at the bandits, mocking them in silence.

Elder Sun didn't waste a second and retrieved her flying treasure after killing the bandits.

"Let's go," she said as she stowed away the golden wheel.

Yuan nodded and silently jumped onto the flying treasure.

As they sped toward the Western Stronghold, Yuan thought to himself, 'That was an Empyrean-grade treasure. To possess such a powerful treasure in this era, her background might rival the Nine Immortal Clans.'

Even if the Nine Immortal Clans had Empyrean-grade treasures, they would only be reserved for the head of the family, so Elder Sun's position was akin to that.

There were very few backgrounds during the Primordial Era that could rival the Nine Immortal Clans, and only one of them had the surname 'Sun'.

'Don't tell me she's from 'that' family…?' Yuan swallowed nervously.

A few hours later, they arrived at the Western Stronghold. This time, Elder Sun descended a few miles away from the city to avoid unnecessary trouble. Upon entering the city, they immediately began their search for Tian Yang.

In the middle of their search, Yuan suddenly noticed a specific individual. "Elder Sun, can you give me a moment? There's something I must do," Yuan said to her.

"Will this thing take long?" she asked.

"No, it'll be over before you know it."

"Hurry it up."

"Okay."

Elder Sun then watched as Yuan withdrew his weapon and activated the Peerless Immortal Technique.

"W-Wait, what are you—"

Without sparing Elder Sun a glance, Yuan moved with terrifying swiftness, his focus locked onto the individual who had caught his attention.

This man was a Spirit Lord, an entire cultivation realm above Yuan. Yet, as if the vast gap in their cultivation was meaningless, Yuan struck without hesitation.

In an instant, the Spirit Lord's body crumpled to the ground, lifeless—his existence erased before he could even register his own demise. The suddenness of the kill rippled through the bustling street, drawing the attention of many onlookers. Yet, rather than panic or outrage, the crowd barely reacted. A few curious glances were cast in Yuan's direction, but indifference quickly settled in.

After all, in the Desolate Continent, such incidents were nothing out of the ordinary. Murder in broad daylight was a daily occurrence, and the strong asserted their will without consequence. Life was cheap, and death was merely a spectacle to those who had long grown numb to its presence.

Yet, despite the crowd's indifference, Elder Sun stood frozen, her mind racing. Shock and confusion flickered across her face as she tried to fathom why Yuan had killed that Spirit Lord, but nothing came to mind.

After killing the Spirit Lord, Yuan returned to Elder Sun's side and acted as if he had done nothing wrong.