Cultivation, Inc.I Use Capitalism to Fix a Dying Sect

Chapter 135: Exterminating the Black Wind Stockade’s Genius

“Disaster! Senior Brother You Luo has fallen!”

A Black Wind Stockade Foundation Establishment cultivator, operating just outside the kill zone, witnessed the brutal execution. The blood drained from his face as he shrieked, his terrified voice echoing like a thunderclap across the battlefield.

“What? Senior Brother You Luo was killed? Impossible! He is a core disciple of our Stockade, virtually unrivaled beneath the Golden Core realm! How could he be slain so easily?”

“Heavens above! Could the Qingyun Sect be harboring a hidden Golden Core powerhouse?”

“Preposterous! The Qingyun Sect only has five Golden Core cultivators in total. There is no way they possess a hidden expert of that caliber!”

“But if it wasn’t a Golden Core powerhouse… who could have possibly slain Senior Brother You Luo?”

…

Sun Yi glanced at Luo An, who was staring at him with bulging eyes, and chuckled. “What are you standing around for? Stop gawking and get back in the fight.”

Without waiting for a response, Sun Yi transformed into a blur of light and vanished toward another part of the battlefield. Luo An finally snapped back to reality, and hurriedly charged back toward the surviving Black Wind Stockade invaders.

Yet, the shock in his heart refused to settle. Just moments ago, Sun Yi had casually slain a Black Wind Stockade genius with a single strike. The aura of that sword beam was terrifying—it was absolutely beyond the capabilities of any Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Could this be the true power of the Five Elements Art? Luo An thought, his mind racing as he charged into the fray.

He had personally witnessed Sun Yi’s progression from day one. The first time they met, Sun Yi was a mere Qi Refining third level rookie. But now? He was completely unfathomable.

Meanwhile, Sun Yi arrived at another fierce battle. Here, four Qingyun Sect cultivators were locked in a desperate struggle against a single Black Wind Stockade Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection cultivator.

This enemy was emaciated, his face radiating a sinister, corrupted aura. Four blood-red flags hovered around his body, pulsating with a heavy, suffocating pressure. They were premium third-grade Spirit Weapons.

Under the dark cultivator’s control, each crimson flag manifested a Foundation Establishment-tier Blood Spirit. Composed entirely of churning, scarlet gore, these spirits radiated the tyrannical aura of late Foundation Establishment experts. Wielding gruesome blood-blades, their combat power was horrifying.

The four late Foundation Establishment Qingyun Sect disciples were elite fighters, but the enemy’s Blood Spirits were unnaturally resilient. Even when shredded by flying swords, the liquid constructs instantly regenerated, completely immune to standard damage.

Despite having the numerical advantage, the Qingyun Sect cultivators were the ones being systematically overwhelmed. Gasping for air, their spiritual energy reserves were running low, their attacks were slowing, and fresh wounds riddled their bodies.

“Keh-heh-heh! You Qingyun Sect ants, stop resisting and obediently become nourishment for my Blood Spirits!”

“Bah! You Black Wind Stockade beast, do not be so arrogant! You dare invade our Qingyun Sect? You will pay for this in blood!” one of the disciples roared.

“Hahaha! A mere Qingyun Sect dares to oppose the might of the Black Wind Stockade? You have chosen the path of death.”

“Perish!” The dark cultivator’s eyes erupted with crimson light. He flashed a new series of hand seals. The aura of one of the Blood Spirits instantly spiked, and it lunged forward like a rabid beast.

The disciple who had just spoken frantically deployed a square seal Spirit Weapon to block, but the Blood Spirit swatted the heavy artifact aside with a single slash and pounced.

The Qingyun disciple tried to retreat, but his body suddenly locked up. Eerie, blood-colored patterns materialized across his skin, paralyzing him.

“Gah-gah-gah! Trying to escape? Accept your fate as my blood food,” the Black Wind Stockade cultivator gloated.

The Blood Spirit closed the distance in a flash, unhinging a massive, gory maw to bite down on the paralyzed disciple.

“It’s over…”

“Senior Brother Wen!”

“Bastard! Don’t you dare!”

“Stop!”

The other three Qingyun Sect disciples screamed, their faces twisting in despair. They desperately tried to intervene, but the remaining Blood Spirits had them completely pinned.

Just as the Blood Spirit’s fangs were about to snap shut, a figure descended from the heavens.

A foot materialized out of the sky, slamming directly onto the Blood Spirit’s head. The next instant, a wave of tyrannical brute force transferred through the boot.

CRUNCH.

The Blood Spirit—a monster with power rivaling the Grand Perfection realm—violently exploded.

A monsoon of blood mist exploded outward. Sun Yi casually waved his hand, generating a localized wind current that swept the gore aside, ensuring none of it splattered on the stunned disciples.

“My timing was acceptable, I hope?” Sun Yi asked, looking at the paralyzed disciple with a faint smile.

“Sec… Sect Leader!”

The late Foundation Establishment disciple was trembling with adrenaline, his voice stuttering in disbelief.

The Black Wind Stockade cultivator froze, staring at Sun Yi with a grave expression. Taking advantage of the enemy’s distraction, the other three Qingyun disciples broke free from their engagements and immediately rallied behind Sun Yi.

“We pay our respects to the Sect Leader!” The three of them cupped their hands in deep reverence.

Sun Yi nodded. “Good work. You’ve held the line well. I’ll take over from here.”

Sun Yi shifted his gaze to the enemy. The dark cultivator sized Sun Yi up, before sneering. “So, you are that legendary trash Sect Leader of the Qingyun Sect?”

“Insolence! How dare you disrespect the Sect Leader!”

The four Qingyun Sect disciples instantly flew into a rage. Intense killing intent erupted from their bodies as they prepared to charge forward and fight to the death to defend Sun Yi’s honor.

Sun Yi simply raised a hand, stopping them in their tracks.

“Stand down. Why waste your energy arguing with a dead man?”

With that, Sun Yi began walking toward the enemy, step by casual step. A faint smile hung on his lips. “Correct. I am the trash Sect Leader of the Qingyun Sect. My Spirit Root is a Low Grade, three-element one.”

“Hmph. To think a waste like you could become the Sect Leader. Truly laughable. Since you’ve delivered yourself to me, I’ll send you on your way.”

“Heh. You must be one of the Black Wind Stockade’s so-called geniuses,” Sun Yi said, his smile never wavering.

The enemy’s chest puffed up with arrogance. “Correct. I am Xue Ling Zi, a core disciple of the Black Wind Stockade. I possess a Top Grade Water Spirit Root. I am nothing like the trash in this sect.”

Sun Yi nodded approvingly. “Excellent. I am currently at the early Foundation Establishment stage, and you are at the Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection limit. Let us see exactly how much power a ‘genius’ like you can muster.”

“Die! Blood Spirit Palm!”

Xue Ling Zi rapidly formed hand seals and thrust his right palm toward Sun Yi. A colossal, blood-red palm construct ripped through the air, hurtling toward Sun Yi.

The pressure radiating from the attack was suffocating. This was the absolute full-force strike of a Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection expert. Having witnessed Sun Yi destroy one of his Blood Spirits, Xue Ling Zi took zero chances. He opened with his most powerful technique.

“Sect Leader, watch out!” the four disciples screamed in unison.

Sun Yi’s smile didn’t fade. Just as the mountain of blood was about to crush him, he casually swiped his right hand.

A wave of tyrannical force slammed into the construct. The massive Blood Spirit Palm shattered instantly, dissipating into harmless smoke and dust.

“What…”

Xue Ling Zi’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. An overwhelming dread washed over his entire body.

“You are a Body Cultivator!” Xue Ling Zi roared, his face draining of all color. He frantically shifted his hand seals. The three remaining Blood Spirits merged together, fusing into a single, towering monstrosity. Its aura skyrocketed, reaching a terrifying peak.

“Kill him for me!” Xue Ling Zi commanded.

The fused Blood Spirit lunged at Sun Yi. Condensed streams of bloody light wrapped around its right arm, forming a massive, razor-sharp crimson claw that swiped viciously at Sun Yi.

The power of this strike surpassed the Foundation Establishment limit, approaching the very threshold of the Golden Core realm.

Sun Yi merely chuckled. He pulled back his fist and threw a straightforward punch.

Flesh met blood.

The massive blood claw shattered like brittle glass against Sun Yi’s knuckles. The punch didn’t stop there. The tyrannical force carried through the arm and pulverized the Blood Spirit’s massive torso, blasting the creature into a fine red mist.