Path of Absolute Transcendence

Chapter 135 - 135: 135. Bait

The morning air was crisp as Kai, Dan, and the silent swordswoman arrived at the designated meeting spot, a clearing that seemed to pulse with the latent energy of countless trials and triumphs. Dan, ever the conversationalist, attempted to engage Kai in banter, his words bouncing off Kai's stoic demeanor like pebbles against a fortress wall.

The swordswoman, her identity shrouded in mystery, remained an enigma, her only companion the blade she clutched with a warrior's devotion.

Kai, feeling the beginnings of a headache from Dan's relentless attempts at camaraderie, decided to assert his boundaries. With a subtle invocation of his [Will Might] technique, he projected an aura of formidable presence, a pressure that spoke of ancient power and untold danger.

Dan, caught in the invisible maelstrom, felt a primal fear claw at his resolve, a sensation that forced him into a hasty retreat from Kai's personal space. The message was clear: Kai was not one to be trifled with.

As the trio waited, the man who had tested them the previous day made his entrance. However, this time he was not alone. A woman with fiery red hair led the way, her beauty not of this world, her elegance accentuated by a dress that seemed to capture the very essence of grace. The man, known as Jiang Chen, followed her, his posture one of deference to her higher status.

Kai's eyes widened, not in awe of her beauty, but in recognition of the power dynamics at play. The woman, commanding the respect of a Tier 4 cultivator like Jiang Chen, was undoubtedly of significant importance.

Jiang Chen, upon receiving a subtle nod from the red-haired woman, introduced himself and his companion. "I'm Jiang Chen, the vice-captain of the Demon Slaying Team, and this is Yue, our team captain," he said, his voice carrying a mix of pride and respect.

Kai's surprise was evident. The Jiang family was a name he had come across in his re

Kai landed gracefully, his sword sinking into the creature's eye with precision. The centipede shuddered violently, its death throes sending tremors through the desert floor. With a final twist of his blade, Kai ended its suffering.

The centipede lay still, its once fearsome form now lifeless. Kai dismembered the carcass, ensuring the scent of blood would carry on the hot winds. It was a beacon, a call to the demons he sought.

He did not linger, for time was of the essence. Kai moved on, his senses alert for more centipedes, more opportunities to lure out his true prey. The desert, with its hidden dangers and scorching heat, was now his hunting ground, and he was the hunter.