Through Teleportation, I traversed quite a long distance. Judging from the trajectory where the demonic cultivator is fleeing, I discerned where I should go to intercept that bastard's path.
I waited in anticipation of his arrival.
And lo' and behold, he has arrived.
Surfing on his sword, the demonic cultivator sped past me.
I ladened my voice with thick killing intent. "YOU! GET DOWN!"
Old Fu Shi's memories might not be mine, but I am still capable of replicating some of his skills… especially the skills not involving qi.
Projecting a thick killing intent is one of the basics, and acting imposing is simply second nature.
HEaring my menacing voice, the demonic cultivator stiffens midflight and looks at me. The looks of confusion in his eyes are quite evident to see.
"Get down here. Stop floating with your damn sword." I told the bastard, giving him the death stare he deserves. I'd love to kill the guy a hundred times over. But even for a cultivator like this one before me who possess relatively good skills, he still only has one life.
"Forgive me, senior. I am in a hurry. If you need anything, I am Zha Dong of the Bones Devouring Sect." The demonic cultivator introduced himself in a hurry.
Zha Dong my ass. After introducing yourself like that so smugly, you want me to leave you alone?
The demonic cultivator turns his back on me, not even giving me face.
The bastard clearly and outrightly just ignored me, how dare he?
…
Zha Dong didn't even bat an eye, seeing that the old man lacked cultivation in the first place, he funnily thought to himself how lucky that presumptuous old man was.
If his circumstances allow him, he would've already got down, and beat up the old man already. Maybe even kill him.
"Get down here, or else…" The old man threateningly said, implying that this is his last warning.
Zha Dong thought that it might be an eccentric expert, but feeling the destroyed Dantian through his Spiritual Senses, Zha Dong couldn't even be bothered.
…
My patience is running out fast, I know that stink-eye the demonic bastard is giving me.
"You will regret it," I spat. "…big time."
I levitated in the air, ascending with my telekinesis. Seeing my rather pretentious act, Zha Dong finally gave me the attention I deserve as he reverently lowered himself, carefully leveling his flight below mine.
"Forgive me. I must be blind. I haven't recognized senior's profound cultivation."
Flying in swords for cultivators start at the 3rd stage, meanwhile flying with qi is something that only the 8th stage and above could do. So, in Zha Dong's eyes, I must be quite a monster.
"Do you remember the white little bunny you just killed?" I asked the bastard.
"…" In his own silence, Zha Dong felt an ominous premonition.
"It was mine." I made such premonition his reality.
The change in Zha Dong's facial expression was quick. With a burst of qi, Zha Dong erupted at incredible speeds as he fly with his sword.
But.
"Like... I... said, GET DOWN HERE!"
Ping! -3 quintessence.
Throughout experimenting with quintessence, I learned of its flexibility that only limits imagination. As fuel, I could substitute it with qi. And as expected of quintessence, it has incredible power!
With my Telekinesis amplified momentarily by spending some quintessence, I took hold of Zha Dong.
Invisible telekinetic force surged around the demonic cultivator, and with a single wave of my hand, he came crashing down, eating dirt and dust.
With a thought, I teleported to his side.
"DON'T LOOK UP. STAY RIGHT THERE. IF I SEE YOU TWITCH A LITTLE, I SWEAR, I WILL PLUCK YOUR TEETH, YOUR HAIR, YOUR EYES, YOUR LIMBS, YOUR NIPPLES, YOUR GENITALIA. AFTER THAT, I WILL MAKE SURE YOU ARE STILL ALIVE WITH MY SECRET ART. DO YOU KNOW WHY? IT'S BECAUSE I STILL HAVE MORE TO PLUCK OFF YOU... YOUR BONES FROM THE RIBS, YOUR LIVER, YOUR INSIDES..."
"k-uhuk~" Zha Dong suppresses his yelp afraid of what might happen to him. he can feel his internal injury, causing him unimaginable pain. Even so, he doesn't dare to make a sound. Not even a groan could be heard from him.
"SO... WILL YOU STAY DOWN?"
"Y-yes..." Zha Dong weakly answers my question.
I don't even need to use my Light Saber. With my Telekinesis alone, I crushed his insides with impressive control. Old Fu Shi was once a Perfect Immortal, the legendary 11th stage.
That makes me a discounted Perfect Immortal. Though I lack qi, I have my quintessence.
Zha Dong can't even utter a sound as he cries tears of blood while his bones creak in agony.
"This! FUUUUCK!" The demonic cultivator cried. The psychological pressure to him is immensely difficult to shoulder. Life in a cultivation world is one filled with dread and two-faced fortunes.
To Zha Dong, the world is not simply a dog-eat-dog world, but also a world composed of simultaneous pranks made by the heavens.
"I'd rather die!" Zha Dong overcame his mental stress and pushes himself forward.
As expected from a 4th stage representing the Spirit Mystery realm, his qi is empowered by attributes unique to his cultivation. Dark energy enveloped Zha Dong, repelling the oppressive telekinetic power I used to trap him.
There are two amazing powers a cultivator would obtain after reaching the Spirit Mystery realm.
First is the 'Spiritual Sense' that enables the superb detection ability of qi.
The second is called 'Qi Mystery' which enables elemental or attributive powers. In Zha Dong's case, it's the powers of darkness, decay, bones, and endurance.
Still floating in the air, I looked down at the struggling Zha Dong.
"GRAAAAAH! BONE-ARMOR! SKULL-PIERCING-STAB!" Zha Dong lunged at me.
A martial spell, and then a martial skill… Zha Dong performed them in succession as he screamed at the top of his lungs in his futile attempt to boost his courage.
I dodged his martial skill by gracefully gliding in the air.
My telekinesis churned, bellowing a series of invisible strikes with the weight of a hammer. It doesn't pale in comparison to the many martial arts that old Fu Shi knows.
Seeing that the demonic cultivator's bone armor are only moderately damaged, I think my empowered telekinesis is about the same level or maybe even slightly better than a 4th stage cultivator.
What a bummer.
That means, my telekinesis without temporary empowerment is weaker than a 4th stage.
The demonic cultivator looked pitiful right now. His skin is pale with fear, and his eyes are bloodshot with worry. That is how fearsome the '8th stage' is… especially for those with weaker cultivation.
Truthfully, what the guy is suffering right now is purely psychological. I am not even at the 8th stage, not to mention of any stages at all. This is all telekinesis at work.
Zha Dong then prostrated in his knees, begging for mercy. "I am blind. Please forgive me, for even thinking of escape! It was not my intention to kill one of your own!"
Hmmm… Yeah, go on, beg. As if I have a use for you.
Come to think of it, I have quite an excellent punching bag right now. It would be a downer if I don't take advantage of this and experiment.
"Noon."
"E-excuse me"
"Survive until high noon. Do so, and I will let you live."
When the sun reached its peak, I will let you live… Such sweet words, filled with lies. Hope blossomed in his eyes. His desire for survival overshadowed his fear, as the flimsy promise takes root in his heart.
That's right. You should do your best to survive. Do your job as my punching bag just as I intended.
I have lots of inspirations. Aside from my past life, there are also old Fu Shi's memories.
With a wave of my hand, I disarmed the demonic cultivator.
"N-no!"
I held the rather nasty sword filled with evil aura in my hand. I don't like it, so I might as well break it. With a thought, I snapped the sword into two with my telekinesis.
Looks like snapping swords are easier than snapping bones… Hahaha… The joke is on me.
"Now, let's begin."
Without the sword, Zha Dong won't be able to fly anymore. Since I can fly and he can't, I can now experiment without fear of him escaping or retaliating.
Like a bulldozer and the revolving bullet fired from a gun, I made my telekinesis drill, dig and destroy literally shattering Zha Dong's bone armor in one shot. It was brutal.
I also tried the classic force choke, it was Darth Vader's signature move. It looked quite intimidating, huh? I bet this would be a good crowd-control skill.
"Hang in there. You can do it." I apathetically cheered him up.
I tried every telekinesis-derived move I can think of to the poor bastard. I didn't even realize when the sun has reached its peak.
"W-wait..wait…WAIT!"
"What?"
"I-i..its alr.eady high noo..n… T-the pro..mise? You. promised."
Bloody, bruised and at the precipice of death, Zha Dong reminded me of the promise.
"Sorry, I forgot."
Arriving instantly at his rear with teleport, I stabbed him right through his heart with my Light Saber.
Ping! +100 quintessence.