Wait… I’m a Druid in a Cultivation World?! - Chapter 52

The moment the bees formed their battle formations, the black-robed cultivator’s face twisted in horror.

“These bees are under a cultivator’s control!”

Only spirit insects controlled by a cultivator could execute such precise battle formations—and only an exceptionally skilled insect-taming cultivator at that!

Even he couldn’t command his demonic insects with this level of precision.

Stronger insects than his + a more skilled insect-tamer than him—the danger of this situation needed no explanation.

What terrified him even more was that he still hadn’t located the tamer controlling these bees.

Did that mean the tamer’s strength far surpassed his own?

Realization struck—he had just kicked an iron plate.

But he couldn’t understand how such a powerful existence, let alone an insect-taming cultivator, could be lurking in the worthless D-Zone of the Misty Cloud Mountains!

Yet, he had no time to dwell on it.

The bees had already launched their attack.

Forming layered battle formations, they maximized their strengths and minimized their weaknesses.

No matter which angle the Bloodgrudge Mosquitoes and Rotwater Flies attacked from, the bees countered effortlessly.

The next moment, the black-robed cultivator’s eyes burned with fury.

“Damn it!”

Under the High-Speed Bladehorn Bees’ coordinated assault—grouped in squads of ten—they tore through his swarm like tigers among sheep.

One after another, his demonic insects were sliced apart by the bees’ razor-sharp wings. Their deadly venom and piercing mouthparts were utterly useless, completely countered.

The sight made the cultivator’s heart bleed.

These were precious demonic insects he had spent great effort and resources to contract—now being slaughtered like livestock!

A combined force of these two insect types could force even a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator to tread carefully. Yet under these bees’ assault, they were as helpless as lambs!

Under normal circumstances, his swarm might have stood a chance—he could sense the bees’ defenses weren’t impenetrable. But their battle formations eliminated all weaknesses, turning their bladed wings into unstoppable weapons.

Though rage boiled within him, the cultivator didn’t dare recall his insects. Instead, he turned and fled.

If he didn’t run now, he might never get another chance!

That insect-tamer hadn’t even made a move yet!

But did Qi Ping plan to let him escape?

“Trying to run? Not a chance!”

Under Qi Ping’s command, two hundred Bladehorn Bees broke off to pursue the fleeing cultivator.

The remaining two hundred were more than enough to handle the surviving demonic insects.

A disorganized mob couldn’t compare to a trained army—especially when their individual strength was already inferior.

As for the black-robed cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, Qi Ping had no intention of letting him go. Who knew if he’d return with stronger reinforcements?

Eliminating all evidence was the only way!

Thus, the two hundred Bladehorn Bees gave chase.

With their speed, they caught up in moments.

“Full encirclement—front, back, left, right, above! No blind spots! Those facing him directly, evade any counterattacks!”

Following Qi Ping’s orders, the bees didn’t attack immediately. Instead, they sealed off every escape route.

As a cultivator himself, Qi Ping knew human weaknesses all too well.

Most cultivators had hidden trump cards—this mysterious black-robed man might possess something deadly enough to kill Bladehorn Bees.

A flawless siege was the safest approach.

“Attack in waves—fifty at a time, from all directions!”

At Qi Ping’s command, fifty Bladehorn Bees struck simultaneously from every angle.

The cultivator panicked. Trapped in such a formation, even if he had a devastating ace up his sleeve, there was no way out.

In desperation, he summoned five flying swords, weaving them into a Five-Element Sword Array to slash at the bees.

“A sword-control technique—and a sword array at that?!” Qi Ping’s mind raced.

Good thing I’m hiding as a Bladehorn Bee far away. If the cultivator had spotted him, he’d be in grave danger.

Even if the bees’ defenses could withstand flying swords, Qi Ping’s human body couldn’t. The sheer force behind a cultivator’s strike would obliterate him.

To stay safe, he’d even ordered several Bladehorn Bees to hide with him, masking his presence.

“Thank the heavens I transformed!” Qi Ping shuddered at the thought.

A seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator’s sword array would’ve cut him down in one strike!

“But if this is all he’s got… it’s over.”

Though the flying swords were formidable, their speed couldn’t match the Bladehorn Bees’. Nor could they defend against attacks from every direction.

The outcome was inevitable.

The sword array could only block assaults from one angle. Soon, under the bees’ relentless strikes, deep, gruesome wounds began appearing across the cultivator’s body.

His spiritual shield and flesh were no match for the bees’ high-speed slashes.

After a desperate struggle, the black-robed cultivator collapsed—a mutilated corpse.

His neck, in particular, had been a primary target. Half of it had been severed.

“Still, that sword array technique is impressive.”

Even poorly mastered, it had managed to kill over a dozen Bladehorn Bees in surprise counterattacks.

“But now, it’s mine!”

Suppressing his excitement, Qi Ping first had the bees scout the area to ensure no other cultivators were nearby.

Only then did he revert to human form, swiftly collecting the cultivator’s corpse, belongings, and the demonic insect remains. He even used spiritual energy to erase all traces, preventing the Misty Cloud patrols from discovering anything.

The only downside?

Qi Ping experienced his first-ever naked sprint.

At least no one saw.

Back at his hideout, he buried the corpse and useless debris in a deep pit before eagerly tallying his spoils.

First—the five mid-grade flying swords, a matched set no less!

Just these alone would make him filthy rich by mid-grade spirit weapon standards!

Next, the thousand-plus demonic insect carcasses would also fetch a hefty sum.

But the real shock came when, after painstakingly erasing the cultivator’s spiritual imprint on the storage pouch, Qi Ping peered inside—and nearly lost his mind.

“Now I’ve got the funds for that high-tier spirit beast!”