Chapter 93: You Definitely Took a Recovery Potion Beforehand

Having no interest in the Venus Qi, Jiang Changkong continued killing Star Demons.

His senior sister comrade said she was also coming to the depths for training, with Teacher Chu Jun leading the team.

With a teacher present, possessing Late Star Sea Stage strength, Jiang Changkong wasn’t worried about their safety.

Settling his mind, he continued hunting Star Demons, and his Essence soared once again.

If nothing unexpected happened, he planned to break through to the Star Gate here.

Over nine thousand Essence per day; occasionally, with good luck and a few Star Sea Peak Star Demons appearing, he could exceed ten thousand.

His Essence grew rapidly and steadily. Jiang Changkong focused solely on killing Star Demons, paying no attention to the outside world.

After another thirteen days of slaughter, Jiang Changkong fully perfected his Object Control Technique.

Only two martial arts remained; in just over twenty more days, it would be about done.

The nearby Star Demons were already gone. Just as he was preparing to change locations again, his phone rang.

It was his comrade calling, somewhat puzzled: “Senior Sister.”

“Little Changkong, where are you? Your senior sister is a bit bored,” Ji Ziling said.

Jiang Changkong was speechless: “If you’re bored, go play with Senior Sister Yan Xue. Why are you looking for me?”

“Little Changkong!”

Ying Yanxue’s voice came through, gritting her teeth.

Jiang Changkong: “…”

I really didn’t expect you to be together even when making phone calls.

But isn’t that just the kind of relationship you two have?

“We’ve been in the depths for a few days now, and it’s almost unbearable—we haven’t encountered a single Star Sea Star Demon.

Where are you? Any Star Demons around? I want to practice a bit. Oh, and by the way, I’ll introduce you to a few friends,” Ji Ziling said, sounding rather frustrated.

They had reached the Star Sea Stage but hadn’t practiced yet. Upon coming to the depths, they found only foul-smelling Star Demon corpses.

“There aren’t any Star Demons here either; I’m still looking,” Jiang Changkong chuckled dryly. “When I find some, I’ll let you know, Senior Sister. Goodbye.”

His method of killing Star Demons wasn’t suitable for the two senior sisters. They were only at the Early Star Sea Stage and would need his protection, so it was better not to let them come.

If you’re bored, go appreciate some magazines. If Senior Sister Yan Xue is bored, then eat more.

Instead of properly studying those rare texts, why think about Star Demons? Aren’t you supposed to be comrades?

Criticizing them inwardly, Jiang Changkong headed in the next direction.

Finding a suitable spot, he killed Star Demons and drained their blood—a process he was now very skilled at.

Several nearby Star Demon squads were attracted over.

Just as he was killing Star Demons, a rushing sound of wind and an excited voice came: “After walking for so long, we finally see live Star Demons.”

Boom!

An overwhelming Blade Qi directly sliced a Nebula-level Star Demon in half, blood and entrails spilling out in a messy heap.

Blade Qi shot out in all directions, instantly splitting into dozens of streams that slaughtered all the newly attracted Star Demons.

“What are you doing?”

Jiang Changkong’s expression darkened. The Star Demons he had just attracted had been intercepted.

The person was none other than Pang Yun, whom he had seen some time ago—the one who famously declared that men are born for battle and should fight again after defeat.

“Ah, brother, sorry, sorry! I haven’t moved my hands in too long; they were itching, and I couldn’t help it,” Pang Yun turned around, scratching his head with a smile. “I won’t take any of these Star Demons. I’ll help you kill them.”

“Just go.”

Jiang Changkong waved his hand and sat down on a relatively clean Star Demon corpse.

Why had he come here instead of going for the Venus Qi?

“Brother, you seem quite capable. How about we spar?” Pang Yun’s eyes gleamed with a fierce fighting spirit rising within him.

“Not interested.”

Jiang Changkong shook his head. A late-stage Star Sea cultivator who couldn’t even break his defense was hardly worth his interest.

“Brother, I see you also use a blade. How about a duel between us? If I lose, I’ll give you my blade.”

Pang Yun raised the blade in his hand, a hint of pride in his tone. “Top-tier third-grade.”

Jiang Changkong glanced at it—a large blade glowing with scorching heat, three feet long, its hilt entwined with a dragon pattern.

“Not interested.”

Though it was a fine blade, his own was also top-tier third-grade, just lacking that intense heat.

Pang Yun grew anxious. “Brother, how about this—win or lose, I’ll give you a high-grade third-grade Star Stone?”

Jiang Changkong narrowed his eyes. If this were a formal arena challenge, he might have agreed.

But this guy was a battle-obsessed fool who never knew when to quit. Either kill him outright or risk being pestered forever.

“No fight. You have twenty seconds to leave. Otherwise, you won’t be leaving at all.”

Jiang Changkong’s voice turned cold. His senses told him Star Demons were approaching—and in vast numbers.

“What, brother, planning to kill me?” Pang Yun’s expression darkened. “Though Pang Yun loves battle, not slaughter, I do not fear death. If you have the skill, then dying in combat would be my fate.”

Jiang Changkong: “…”

Couldn’t be bothered with this idiot.

Pang Yun’s expression sharpened. Star Power condensed within him, the scorching heat on his blade receding inward as he readied himself for battle.

Rumble—

Twenty seconds passed in an instant. The ground shook, dust swirled, and the earth trembled.

Star Demons roared and charged, reducing weeds to dust.

Pang Yun’s expression shifted slightly, but a flicker of excitement remained. “Let’s kill the Star Demons first, then settle our duel.”

Jiang Changkong opened his mouth, then closed it. Fine, the Star Demons were here. As long as this guy didn’t steal the Essence, he could serve as a free fighter.

He took a step forward, Blade Qi sweeping out. His blade danced, and Flame Blade Qi engulfed the Star Demons.

“Impressive skill!”

Pang Yun exclaimed in delight. “My desire to fight you grows stronger.”

Jiang Changkong never stopped moving. With each step, over a dozen Star Demons fell.

He searched the horde for any at the Star Sea Peak, but found none.

Come to think of it, if Pang Yun was here, were those three nearby as well?

Starlight intertwined, flames soared skyward, incinerating Star Demons.

The Star Demons fell rapidly. Clearly eager to compete, Pang Yun pushed his Blade Qi to the limit.

For every one Jiang Changkong killed, Pang Yun aimed for two.

For every ten Jiang Changkong slew, Pang Yun targeted twenty.

Suddenly, this idiot seemed almost endearing.

If he could help hunt Star Demons, wouldn’t Jiang Changkong’s Essence accumulate faster?

If that were the case, being pestered by a battle maniac might not be so bad. Maybe give him a few more chances to challenge?

After three hours of continuous slaughter, Pang Yun’s face was pale, his entire body drenched in sweat, his Star Power and stamina severely depleted.

“How do you still look fine?” Pang Yun wiped his sweat, slashing down a Nebula-level Star Demon as he asked, breathless.

Jiang Changkong remained standing with his hands behind his back, his blade cutting through Star Demons with sweeping Blade Qi. “The gap between you and me is too vast.”

Pang Yun gritted his teeth, rallied his spirit, and dove back into the fray. “You’re not from Jiangcheng? Which Major Province are you from?”

“Jiangcheng, Martial Arts School. As for my name—you’re not worthy of knowing.”

Jiang Changkong’s tone was calm yet filled with arrogance—better to keep this battle fanatic guessing.

“Jiangcheng Martial Arts School? I’m not worthy of knowing?”

Pang Yun’s face was flushed with anger as a vial of potion appeared in his hand, which he downed in one gulp. “You must have taken a recovery potion in advance. I absolutely must fight you.”

Jiang Changkong replied indifferently, “I look forward to your performance.”

The fiery red Blade Qi, reflecting the glow of blood, shone as brilliantly as the evening clouds.

Jiang Changkong strolled leisurely through the horde of Star Demons as if taking a casual walk in a garden.

Not a trace of blood stained his clothes, nor a single drop of sweat.

In contrast, Pang Yun was in a sorry state. Had he not taken the recovery potion in time and protected himself with Star Power, he would have been injured by the Star Demons.

“Your way of wielding the blade is quite peculiar—using qi to control the blade. If I could do the same, I wouldn’t be weaker than you,” Pang Yun stubbornly insisted.

Jiang Changkong chuckled softly but said nothing. I quite like people like you who have no self-awareness.