First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 1134 - A Slap in the Face

Chapter 1134 - A Slap in the Face

The dark-robed elder died beneath a single attack, and Ruoxi was captured!

Throughout the surrounding area, all eyes widened.

Ruoxi stiffened, feeling as if she’d plunged into an icy abyss.

She turned her head with great difficulty, then fought to calm herself. “Senior, I’ve figured it out. Su Yi is the reincarnation of Su Xuanjun, while Su Xuanjun was your reincarnation!

“In other words, you are just a portion of power you left behind before your reincarnation. You’re using Su Xuanjun’s body to reappear in this world, but your true body will never appear in this world again.”

Here, Ruoxi took a deep breath. “Senior, if you kill me here, the Zhong Family will never let Su Xuanjun go. The Studio of the Heart won’t let him go either.

“But if you spare me my life, I promise to bury the hatchet. I’ll never take so much as half a step into the Dark and Gold Star Realm ever again!

“If you have any conditions, please go right ahead and list them. So long as they’re within my power, I won’t so much as blink.”

As she spoke, she watched Su Yi. She was already starting to calm down. She’d just realized that although Su Yi had her by the throat, he’d yet to strike the killing blow. This let her see a thread of hope!

Su Yi couldn’t help but laugh. “I was waiting for you to say that.”

Ruoxi’s eyes brightened. “You mean you’re willing to leave this junior a path to life?”

Su Yi shook his head slightly. “No, I just think that the more enemies my current incarnation has, the better. The more the merrier!”

Ruoxi was stunned. She suddenly realized something, and her expression changed dramatically.

Crunch!

It was also then that her snowy white neck snapped.

Terrifying power spread outward, reducing her body and soul to powder. Her ashes scattered, and soon, nothing remained of her.

The crowd was astonished.

Earlier, everyone was guessing at the Young Mistress of the Studio of the Heart’s identity. They knew her origins were extraordinary and mysterious. Even in the depths of the starry skies, her status was surely extraordinary.

And today, they’d witnessed her methods once more. Even Ancestor Peng, the Border Mountain Yao Ancestor, and the other antiques were alarmed by Ruoxi’s background.

Who’d have thought Su Yi would disregard all that completely and annihilate her in a flash?

“‘The more the merrier...?’” Off in the distance, the Tailor muttered to himself, “You’ll be surrounded by enemies on all sides. That might well accelerate your growth and rise to power, but it’s the most dangerous of paths, and you risk death with every passing moment!”

His aged voice resounded throughout the skies once more, leaving the crowd bewildered. It wasn’t cold, but they trembled nonetheless.

Surrounded by enemies on all sides?

He’d just killed one girl, that’s all. How could killing Ruoxi provoke such an enormous storm? Were her origins really that terrifying?

“But never mind the rest. Do you really think I’ll let this reincarnation of yours live?” The Tailor gazed at the distant Su Yi, his gaze calm and indifferent.

He was already severely injured and covered in wounds, and he was now captive, but he didn’t seem panicked at all.

Heaven and earth were so stifled that everyone could barely breathe.

Su Yi approached the Tailor, then looked at him intently. “What a fake. You aren’t the Tailor at all.”

This declaration left everyone present startled.

He isn’t... the Tailor!? Then who is he?

Even Qing Tang, who understood some of the inside story, couldn’t help but feel stunned. A chill coursed down her spine.

Boom!

Su Yi hooked his finger and tugged, pulling a violently struggling soul out of Buddhist Master Inkstone Heart’s fleshly body.

The soul was covered in countless black threads, which wriggled about like densely clustered worms. They were a strange, unsettling sight.

The entire area was in upheaval. Everyone’s heart quivered, and chills coursed through their entire bodies.

Indeed, Buddhist Master Inkstone Heart’s body had been stolen!

“You... You realized it a long time ago?” The soul was obviously startled.

“There’s no way the Tailor would reveal himself unless he’d been forced into a corner. Even his clone wouldn’t reveal itself of its own volition the way you have,” Su Yi said without so much as pausing to think.

Here, radiant sword qi burst at his fingertips, instantly destroying the captive soul, which dissipated into nothingness.

“It’s a pity about my apprentice’s life.” Suddenly, a sigh rang out.

A figure suddenly appeared standing beneath the distant dome of heaven.

He was a monk in white robes, and he looked middle-aged. This was none other than Buddhist Master Inkstone Heart’s disciple, Ji Yuan!

“Don’t tell me he’s the real Tailor!?” Xuan Ning’s hair stood on end.

The others’ hearts shook too.

And here they’d thought that after the Tailor had been captured and Ruoxi had been killed, the curtains had fallen on the storm raging outside the Grotto of Abstruse Force.

Only now did they realize that this storm was even more perilous and treacherous than they’d imagined!

“Perhaps he isn’t the real Tailor either.” Qing Tang’s eyebrows knit together.

This declaration left the onlookers increasingly bewildered, and chills coursed through their entire bodies.

“No, he really is the old codger, or rather, his clone. When one of his plans fails, he’ll appear like this to prove that he’s been watching the fire from a safe distance all along. It’s like he’s saying ‘You didn’t defeat me after all.’ This helps him intimidate his foes to the point that they can’t even eat or sleep in peace,” Su Yi said calmly, his tone mocking.

A hint of a rueful smile appeared on the distant Ji Yuan’s face. “Indeed, it’s always your enemies who understand you best of all.”

Then, he laughed. “I’ve gained quite a bit this time. I’m looking forward to my next encounter with your reincarnation.”

With that, his figure blurred into an indistinct shadow and disappeared without a trace.

Su Yi raised his hand and flung his weapon.

Whoosh!

The wooden sword disappeared into thin air.

Beyond the dome of heaven.

Countless meteorites hovered in the barren void of outer space.

With a flash of misty light, a thin figure in plain black robes appeared out of nowhere upon one of the meteorites.

He was a venerable elder with perfectly ordinary features and turbid eyes.

This was the Tailor’s true appearance.

He was holding a human skin in his right hand. Upon closer inspection, it belonged to Ji Yuan!

The Tailor shook his hands, and the skin caught ablaze. In the end, all that remained was a black thread, which fell into the old man’s hand.

“Temple Master, how could you possibly understand? This loss isn’t important in the slightest. I’ve confirmed your reincarnation, and that’s already more than enough,” the Tailor murmured to himself.

Hm?

Suddenly, he stiffened and looked up.

A wooden sword had appeared out of nowhere, and its edge was just three feet away from him!

The Tailor tensed, his pupils constricting to the size of needlepoints.

He was just about to take action when the wooden sword suddenly moved, the flat of the blade thwapping him gently across the cheek.

Whap!

It didn’t use much force, nor did it make much noise.

A light, gentle, slap across the face.

Then, the wooden sword turned and disappeared into thin air.

But to the Tailor, this was an enormous humiliation. His decrepit face was extraordinarily overcast and ashen, and he was so furious that his entire body quivered uncontrollably.

That wooden sword absolutely had the power to destroy this clone, but it didn’t do that. Instead, it gently slapped him across the face.

The contempt! The disdain!

That air of lofty superiority, as if Su Yi were gazing down at him from on high!

The Tailor even guessed that the Temple Master had done this purely to trample his dignity and humiliate him.

As if he were saying that the Tailor’s clone wasn’t even worthy of his notice!

The Tailor wasn’t the type to let his anger override his rationality, but this time, the humiliation was so great that he really did feel the impulse to go back and fight to the death! But in the end, he suppressed it.

“One of these days, I’ll use the Sky-Sewing Needle to create a body for you that will kneel in perpetuity, forever slapping yourself in the face!” The Tailor gnashed his teeth, then turned to leave.

Whoosh!

He blurred into a black line, boring through the void of outer space.

In the blink of an eye, he’d disappeared without a trace.

But just under ten minutes later, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and gazed into the distance.

A woman appeared, blocking the path ahead.

She was dressed in gray cloth robes and straw sandals. A red string tied her long black hair into a ponytail, and her face was obscured by a bronze mask. Only her faint, icy purple eyes were visible.

She carried a twelve-foot spear. It was blue-gray, simple and unadorned, and the glint of its tip was reserved.

That aside, she had no other adornments, but even just standing there casually, she seemed to stand above the entire stretch of stars, as if she were its sole, uncontested sovereign!

The Tailor’s turbid eyes narrowed, and he clasped his fist. “We met by chance, and there’s no enmity between us. Might you do me a favor and step aside, Fellow Daoist?”

He could sense that her aura had already locked down the surrounding stretch of stars. There was no way to simply go around her!

“Alas, you’re just a Dao Clone,” whispered the spearwoman. Her pale purple eyes shone with unconcealed disappointment.

The Tailor fell silent, but an indescribable feeling arose within his heart.

First, the Temple Master’s wooden sword slapped him across the face. Now, this spearwoman was looking down on him. The combination left him in a bit of a daze.

What exactly was happening today?

Never mind the Temple Master. Now, even some random woman was looking down on him.

Does everyone really think I’m a soft target!?

“How strong is your true body?” asked the spearwoman.

The Tailor calmed himself, then said flatly, “Hard to say. Not that strong, but I’m not someone just anyone can provoke, either... Why do you ask, Fellow Daoist?”

“I want to fight!” said the spearwoman.

The Tailor’s pupils constricted. “There’s no grudge between us, but... you want to fight me?”

“That’s right,” said the spearwoman. “Take me to see your true body. So long as it can block even one of my attacks, you’ll be qualified to become my subordinate and receive my protection.”

The Tailor’s eyes widened. He almost dared not believe his ears.

He’d spent countless years traversing the stars, and others saw him as one of the most dangerous experts around. The mere mention of his name was enough to strike terror into the hearts of World Kings.

But now, a spearwoman was telling him that if his true body could withstand even one of her attacks, he’d receive her protection!

How absurd was that? It couldn’t have been any more ridiculous!

“Be quick about it!” urged the spearwoman. “Don’t waste time!”

The Tailor’s eyes flashed with uncertainty, but a moment later, he suppressed his rage and murderous intent. “Fellow Daoist, if I can block your attack, might you let this end here and get out of my way?”

Boom!

The void of space trembled, and everything dimmed.

The point of a spear pierced through the void, and in the blink of an eye, it was just an inch from the Tailor’s throat.

“Yes, but.... Can you block it?” asked the spearwoman.

The Tailor’s calm expression never wavered, but waves of emotion coursed through his heart, and a chill coursed down his spine!