First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 541: Something Big Is Going to Happen Tonight

Chapter 541: Something Big Is Going to Happen Tonight

Ge Qian was still unconscious.?He Changying?held him aloft by the neck.

As if Ge Qian were a lamb to the slaughter.

It would have been obvious to anyone that with his Spiritual Manifestation Realm cultivation, all He Changying had to do to kill Ge Qian was exert strength through his fingers. It would take no effort at all.

The indistinct silhouette glanced nervously at Su Yi. He knew his master’s temperament; he’d never retreated or compromised in the face of such threats.

On the contrary, if they dared kill Ge Qian, Su Yi dared kill them and everyone connected to them!

“Master, Ge Qian…” The blurry figure couldn’t help but speak up. He naturally couldn’t bear the thought of Ge Qian’s death.

“Relax,” said Su Yi. “He won’t die.”

“So long as you?stay?your hand, he naturally won’t die,” said He Changying gravely.

Cui Heng stood to the side, his expression dark and unsightly.

If He Changying hadn’t intervened just in the nick of time, he would have been doomed!

“No, you both have to die,” said Su Yi calmly.

“Didn’t you want this kid to live?”?He Changying’s?expression darkened.

“You won’t get the chance to hurt him,” said Su Yi. He looked at He Changying, and a cryptic, profound light shone in the depths of his gaze. It was like a whirlpool of stars, or as if he’d opened a portal straight to hell.

Boom!

He Changying?felt an agonizing pain in his soul. A trace of emptiness appeared.

To his bewilderment, this Spiritual Manifestation Realm cultivator felt as if a giant hand had trapped his soul, and he sank uncontrollably into an abyss of darkness.

An indescribable sense of despair, helplessness, and terror washed over him, like floodwaters through a dam, assailing his mental state.

This is bad!!

He Changying’s?instincts, which he’d tempered over many years of cultivation, stirred him. He suddenly bit through the tip of his tongue, regaining a thread of mental clarity.

Without the slightest hesitation, he put strength into his grip, intent on snapping Ge Qian’s neck.

But a moment later, his field of vision rose, as if he’d flown into the air. When he looked down, he saw a headless corpse on the ground.

The body was dressed in dark robes, with a fly-whisk in one hand. The other hand was wrapped around Ge Qian’s neck.

The corpse’s neck was spurting out bright red liquid.

“This…”?He Changying’s?pupils constricted.?It seems I’ve… had my head cut off?

Just as he realized what had happened, everything went black, and all awareness left him.

Thud!

His head fell to the ground, astonishment and bewilderment still written all over his face.

Thud!

His headless body toppled over backward, resulting in another muffled impact.

This strange and unsettling scene left Cui Heng in a panic. He couldn’t help but scream, “How… How is this possible!?”

Su Yi had barely even glanced at He Changying before sending a single slash flying through the air. He attacked from a distance, taking?He Changying’s?head clean off.

From beginning to end, He Changying didn’t react, much less resist.

This was unquestionably far too terrifying.

“The secret soul technique, Soul Confinement!” The indistinct figure muttered.

“Your memory is rather decent,” laughed Su Yi.

“Of course I remember. When you first taught this secret art to Little Apprentice Sister, she practiced it on me. There aren’t words to describe my torment!” sighed the blurry figure.

Qing Tang, huh…??Su Yi’s smile faded.

However, he quickly cast aside his scattered thoughts and looked at Cui Heng.

“Don’t come any closer!” Cui Heng shuddered, jolted himself out of his astonishment, and fled.

After repeatedly rallying himself, his courage finally gave out.

When someone lost their will to fight and chose to flee, they no longer presented a significant threat, not even if they were a Spiritual Manifestation cultivator.

Su Yi inwardly shook his head. And here he’d planned to use the majesty of his Dao of the Sword to shatter his opponent’s sword heart! Now, it seemed there was no need for that; Cui Heng’s sword heart had already been obscured by terror.

Someone like him was no longer worthy of the title “sword cultivator.”

Whoosh!

Su Yi leaped and swung his sword without any further delays.

Cui Heng was already thousands of feet away. His body was still trying to flee in a mad frenzy, but a slash had already removed his head from his shoulders. The headless corpse’s charge lasted another couple hundred feet before it fell into the dirt.

Su Yi had broken his sword, shattered his sword heart, and taken his head!

Now, all three Spiritual Manifestation cultivators—He Changying, Li Hanmu, and Cui Heng—had?been executed!

Clang!

Su Yi put the Abstruse God Sword away, then glanced at the blurry figure.

After a brief daze, the blurry figure seemed to understand what Su Yi wanted, and he began gathering up the spoils.

He was severely injured, but he wasn’t the least bit displeased. On the contrary, his heart surged with delight too great for words. He felt as if he’d returned to the distant past, when he and Su Yi went out exploring together.

Every time their master slew an opponent, his disciples would compete to clean up the aftermath. When they discovered some rare trinket, they’d fight over it. It was a joyous time.

When he saw the indistinct silhouette in action, Su Yi couldn’t help but sink into a bit of a trance.

In his past life, he accepted nine legacy disciples in total. The little turtle was the seventh, and his Daoist title was Xuan Ning. He was tasked with guarding his mountain gates and maintaining the sect’s fortune.

He was a pure-blooded descendant of the Xuanwu race, with extraordinary talent. The power of his bloodline was outstanding.

However, his powers of comprehension were inferior to all of Su Yi’s other disciples. Su Yi had once evaluated him as “dim.” For him, there were no shortcuts or rapid advances; he could only advance step by step. Even for all his potential, his grand talent could only mature slowly.

Su Yi would never have expected to see this apprentice of his here, on the Azure Continent.

How did Xuan Ning get here?

And how did he wind up in such dire straits?

What happened in the years following my reincarnation?

One question after another surged into Su Yi’s mind, but in the end, he suppressed them.

After all, tonight’s incident was not yet over!

“Master.” The blurry figure had already gathered everything, and he carried Ge Qian over.

When he faced Su Yi, this descendant of the Xuanwu race who typically loved to brag, was as meek as a schoolboy facing his teacher. He was awed, reverent, and reserved.

It seemed Su Yi had left an indelible mark on him.

“For now, don’t wake him up.” Su Yi glanced at Ge Qian.

“Yes.” Ge Qian nodded, but didn’t ask why.

“Did the Huan Family send them after you?” asked Su Yi.

“Yes.” Xuan Ning nodded once more.

“Come with me; let’s look for them together. Once I’ve dealt with them, I’ll treat your wounds,” said Su Yi. He then turned and continued into the distance.

Xuan Ning was briefly dazed. A warm current coursed through his heart, but he didn’t say anything. He just silently followed his master.

In his past life, whenever one of the sect’s disciples was bullied, his master would rush to their aid, even if he was in seclusion or busy with other matters.

It was to the point that some of the Wilds’ major orthodoxies had a nickname for him, one they only used behind closed doors——

The Cub Protecting Maniac, Su Xuanjun.

Boom!

Su Yi waved his sleeves, and the Sky-Obscuring Shade Formation covering the area exploded and dispersed.

It was already the middle of the night. The winds were piercingly cold, and fallen leaves flew through the air.

The streets were long since abandoned.

Su Yi continued ahead, but before long, a group came shooting through the sky. Their leader was none other than Weng Jiu.

When he saw Su Yi, he was stunned despite himself.

“Did Fellow Daoist Su cause that disturbance just now?” Weng Jiu sounded confused. As he spoke, his gaze landed on the indistinct figure following Su Yi, Xuan Ning.

“And here I thought the imperial family would immediately discover any conflict that broke out in Nine Tripod City. Who’d have thought you wouldn’t show up until after those Huan Family lackeys were all already dead?” Su Yi said flatly.

This left Weng Jiu both surprised and awkward.

“The Huan Family targeted you tonight, Fellow Daoist?” Weng Jiu’s expression darkened.

“Never mind that for now. Tell me, where in the city is the Huan Family staying?” Su Yi asked casually.

Weng Jiu’s heart shook, and he gasped as he realized that Su Yi was planning a massacre!

“Fellow Daoist Su…”

Weng Jiu was just about to say something, but when he saw the distant, indifferent look in Su Yi’s eyes, he couldn’t help but shudder. He no longer dared waste words. Instead, he told Su Yi where the Huan Family was staying.

Su Yi nodded. “The corpses are still lying not far away. If you want to investigate, you can do so now.”

With that, he turned and left. Xuan Ning stuck close to him.

Weng Jiu watched them leave, his expression shifting erratically. A long time passed before he sighed. “Tonight… I’m afraid something big is going to happen!”

Magnolia Lane, the banks of the Qingyang Canal.

An estate with buildings as numerous as trees in a forest.

Lamps thoroughly illuminated the main hall.

“The young master ordered us to capture Ge Changling, then have?Daoist?Master Hong use the Chaotic Demon Spirit Lock to dominate his soul. With that in place, he’ll be perfectly obedient,” said the dignified woman in the seat of honor.

She wore phoenix-patterned robes, and her hair was tied up. She had a majestic air about her.

“Rest assured, Madam Ruowen,” laughed the elder beside her. He had a silvery beard reminiscent of a mountain goat’s.

He stealthily evaluated the woman’s well-proportioned curves, a faint, lewd light in his eyes.

He’d long since heard that Madam Ruowen cultivated a wide array of unparalleled dual cultivation techniques; she could drive any man mad, leaving him helpless.

But now, she was Huan Shaoyou’s exclusive toy; the old man had never gotten the chance to try her skills out.

The horny old goat is getting more and more brazen! Later on, I’ll have to find an opportunity to cut his little bauble off!?The woman in phoenix robes snorted coldly.

“Madam Ruowen, is Ge Changling really that important? Is he worth sending three Spiritual Manifestation Realm experts after?” said the dignified-looking middle-aged man in purple gravely. He was seated on her other side.

“Ge Changling’s cultivation technique is the same as Su Yi’s attendant, Yuan Heng. That’s already common knowledge. That means there’s almost certainly some kind of connection between Ge Changling and Su Yi,” said the women in phoenix robes. “After forcing Ge Changling to submit, the young master plans to use him as a double agent. He’ll stick close to Su Yi, and after they enter Sumeru Immortal Island, Ge Changling will work with the young master to trap and kill Su Yi.”

Only then did the Daoist Master Hong and the purple-robed middle-aged man seem enlightened.

“If I were the young master, I’d want to repay yesterday’s grave humiliation ten thousand times over too,” said the middle-aged man in purple. “That Su Yi might well have heaven-defying combat prowess, but he’s offended the Huan Family. How is that any different from seeking out his own demise? On Sumeru Immortal Island, not even the imperial family can save him!”

“Strange,” said?Daoist?Master Hong. He furrowed his brow. “Enough time to burn a stick of incense has passed, but He Changying and the others still aren’t back yet. What’s going on?”

“Don’t be in such a hurry. This is, after all, Nine Tripod City. Avoiding the imperial family’s attention is a bit troublesome. However, with their power, He Changying’s team is unlikely to slip up,” said the woman in phoenix robes confidently.

“That’s for the best.” Daoist Master Hong laughed. He couldn’t help but sneak a glance at the woman. His eyes traced her curves up and down.

But it was then that a calm voice emanated from beyond the grand hall—

“Where is Huan Shaoyou?”