First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 1593 - A Funeral Bell

Chapter 1593 - A Funeral Bell

The wedding was to be held in a massive hall capable of holding a thousand people.

Few members of the Liang Family had come to attend Liang Wenyu and Fang Yourong’s wedding, and only a few of the guests were truly prominent authority figures.

The leader of the family wasn’t even hosting the wedding personally. Grand Elder Liang Yunhu was doing it in his place.

All of this was because Liang Wenyu had little influence, and they didn’t value him.

Before long, the crowd watched as the bride and groom entered the hall.

“Senior, what about the other two wedding gifts you mentioned?” Fang Han transmitted, unable to bear his curiosity any longer.

Su Yi took a sip of wine and said, “Be patient.”

Grand Elder Liang Yunhu said calmly from the centermost seat, “Start the ceremony.”

“Got it!” A servant nodded his assent.

But then, a dignified voice resounded from outside the hall.

“Wait!”

Everyone looked over and saw a group charging furiously into the hall.

Their leader was a dignified middle-aged man in imperial robes. His temples were graying, and his eyes flashed like cold lightning. He emanated the characteristic energy fluctuations of an Immortal Lord.

This was none other than Family Head Liang Zhibei!

A group of the family’s higher-ups was clustered around him, like stars gathering around the moon. This only made it even more obvious how extraordinary his position was.

“Family Head?” Liang Yunhu was stunned. He rose to his feet and asked, “Why are you here?”

Days ago, Family Head Liang Zhibei made it perfectly clear that he had no intention of attending Liang Wenyu’s wedding.

Yet now, here he was, and he’d even brought a group of the clan’s higher-ups with him!

“Senior, it seems something isn’t right here,” said Fang Han with a frown.

Su Yi’s eyes flashed. “Just watch for now.”

After leading his group over, Liang Zhibei said coldly, “Had I not come, our Liang Family would have sowed the seeds of future disaster today!”

Here, his knifelike gaze locked onto Liang Wenyu. “Do you realize what you’ve done, you wicked little bastard!?”

Forceful and domineering!

Deathly silence fell upon the crowd. Everyone was bewildered. What’s going on?

Liang Wenyu was stunned and furious. “Uncle, what do you mean by this? This is your nephew’s wedding day. Why say such a thing?”

Fang Yourong stiffened, and her mind buzzed. She too felt flustered.

Liang Zhibei laughed coldly. “Must I reveal your wicked intentions in front of the crowd?”

He then pointed to Fang Yourong. “Tell me, is that woman truly a descendant of the Bi’an Spirit Race?”

The crowd was instantly in uproar. A clamor of voices arose on all sides.

The Bi’an Spirit Race! Just ten years prior, a shocking, bloody incident took place in the White Reed Province. The ancient Bi’an Spirit Race was annihilated overnight!

A full thirteen Immortal Lords had died brutally, and that’s before factoring in everyone else! Their total casualties were too numerous to count.

Most brutal of all, their territories were flattened, and everyone in them was wiped from the face of the earth!

Even now, no one knew who was behind the Bi’an Spirit Race’s demise. This incident shook the entire White Reed Province.

After all, the Bi’an Spirit Race’s foundations were incomparably ancient; they could be traced back to the days prior to the Age of Fallen Immortals. Their experts had protected the Seventh Gate of Heaven for generations, shedding their blood to protect the Immortal Realm. They’d achieved enormous merit!

If not for them suffering massive losses during the Age of Fallen Immortals, the Bi’an Spirit Race would undoubtedly have been the top faction of the White Reed Province.

Yet such an enormous, powerful faction had been destroyed overnight. Who wouldn’t have been startled?

Some people said it was most likely an Immortal King faction with a grudge against the Bi’an who’d done it.

Others said the killer was an expert of the legendary Great Realm!

There were even rumors that the demons of the Beyond were connected with the Bi’an Spirit Race’s annihilation. This was because the Bi’an had killed far, far too many demon experts prior to the Age of Fallen Immortals.

In short, there were numerous conflicting explanations for this incident, and even now, no one had any clear answers.

Yet now, a survivor of the Bi’an Spirit Race had appeared amongst the Liang Family, and she was even about to marry one of their descendants. Who wouldn’t have been startled?

“She... She really is a star of calamity!” Many of the Liang clansmen’s expressions shifted.

The guests were startled too. They finally understood why Liang Zhibei had interrupted the wedding ceremony.

Fang Yourong was a survivor of the Bi’an Spirit Race. If the culprits behind their annihilation found out, there was no way they’d let her go!

And that was all but certain to implicate the entire Liang Family!

“This... really is an enormous latent disaster! Fortunately the wedding still hasn’t gone through. Otherwise, it would have been too late for the Liang Family to avoid getting drawn into this!” someone murmured.

Fang Yourong instantly found herself the target of countless arrows. Her beautiful face paled, and her heart filled with surprise, rage, and uncertainty.

In the guest seats, Fang Han silently clenched his fists and gnashed his teeth in unbearable fury. He would never have guessed that this storm was targeting his sister!

Xue Hongfeng snuck an imperceptible glance at Su Yi. When he saw that Su Yi was still just sitting there calmly, he instantly relaxed.

If the Liang Family knew that Brother Su had washed Soaring Cloud Tower in blood over Fang Han, another descendant of the Bi’an, I’m afraid they wouldn’t dare brazenly proclaim Fang Yourong a disaster waiting to happen!

Liang Yunhu roared in fury, “Liang Wenyu, you wretch! You deserve to die ten thousand times over!”

The other Liang clansmen in attendance were seething with rage too. They glowered hatefully at Liang Wenyu and Fang Yourong.

But it was then that Liang Wenyu couldn’t take it anymore. His face was ashen as he bellowed, “You’re dead-set on incriminating me, and you obviously have no lack of excuses! It was you who joined forces to kill my parents. I’ve yet to settle the score for that. Now, all I want to do is marry Yourong, but you insist on using such despicable means to interfere with my wedding. Don’t you think you’re taking this too far?”

The crowd instantly fell silent.

Liang Zhibei said coldly, “Bastard! Your parents’ deaths were settled a long time ago. Now, I suspect that you’re marrying that Fang Yourong with ill intentions; you want to bring disaster upon the entire clan, don’t you? Don’t even try to argue!”

Liang Wenyu shook with anger and gnashed his teeth. “You just want to see me die, don’t you, Uncle? Why bother coming up with such feeble excuses?”

He suddenly burst into hacking coughs. Blood flowed from the corner of his lips, and his face paled.

He gnashed his teeth and hissed, “Uncle, do you dare tell me that you had nothing to do with my poisoning?”

It seemed Liang Wenyu had cast all reservations aside. His face was hideously contorted, as if he’d gone mad, and his eyes shone with utter loathing.

The atmosphere was stifled, and the guests’ expressions shifted. This was a wedding! Who’d have expected such a storm?

First, Liang Zhibei showed up to interrupt the proceedings and reveal Fang Yourong’s identity as a member of the Bi’an Spirit Race.

Immediately afterward, Liang Wenyu rebuked him to his face, accusing him of involvement in both his parents’ deaths and his poisoning.

Countless onlookers couldn’t help but cluck their tongues.

Liang Zhibei’s expression was cold and indifferent, as if he couldn’t even be bothered to argue. He just waved his hand and said, “Someone, capture that unfilial wretch and that survivor of the Bi’an Spirit Race! If they resist, kill them without mercy! Furthermore...”

He turned, his eyes flashing like lightning as he locked onto Su Yi and Fang Han. He said icily, “I heard that those two are with that Bi’an woman. Capture them too! No matter what, we have to rip this latent disaster up by the roots!”

He spoke every word with firm conviction and startling murderous intent. The ruthlessness of a leader was on full display.

“Understood!”

The Liang Family experts voiced their assent.

“Don’t you dare!” Xue Hongfeng slammed the table and shot to his feet in a rage.

He was just about to say something when Liang Zhibei said coldly, “Young Lord Xue, I urge you not to make this difficult on yourself. If you do, I’ll capture you too, then send you back home once this is done. I’ll just have to give your family a satisfactory explanation.”

“You...” Xue Hongfeng was so angry that his lungs felt as if they might explode

But it was then that Su Yi rose to his feet and said flatly, “Step back for now.”

Xue Hongfeng’s heart shook, and he clamped his mouth shut and did as he was told. Inwardly, he sighed. It’s true! There’s no dissuading someone determined to die!

This exchange surprised many of the onlookers. Xue Hongfeng was a descendant of the Xue Family’s primary line of descent, yet here he was, following the orders of a companion of that Bi’an Spirit Race woman.

When they remembered the Auspicious Divine Bell Su Yi had given away, many of the Liang Family higher-ups realized that something wasn’t quite right here.

Grand Elder Liang Yunhu said hurriedly, “Family Head, how about we give Fellow Daoist Su a chance to explain himself first?”

Liang Zhibei narrowed his eyes. “Very well.”

Su Yi smiled. “No need for an explanation. I’ve come here today to attend your funerals!”

Funerals!?

The crowd couldn’t help but recall the Auspicious Divine Bell he’d brought. Was it intended as a funeral bell after all?

Liang Zhibei’s expression darkened, and he said sinisterly, “Don’t just stand there. Grab them!”

Boom!

The experts of the Liang Family were ready and waiting. All of them attacked without hesitation. One group charged at Liang Wenyu and Fang Yourong, while the other charged at Su Yi.

The guests hurriedly cleared a path for fear of being swept into it.

Liang Wenyu smiled bleakly, visibly giving in to despair. He’d completely given up on resisting. There was no way of turning this around, not without all-encompassing might.

Fang Yourong tightly clenched his hand and transmitted, “If we die, we die together.”

Yet when she looked at her nearby little brother, she felt heart-rending pain and helplessness.

But it was then that Su Yi attacked. He casually swung his sleeves, and the clanging hum of a sword filled the air. Sword qi flew across the hall, like light slicing through ancient darkness, dazzling and resplendent.

Moments later, the fourteen experts charging toward Su Yi, Liang Wenyu, and Fang Yourong fell like wheat beneath a scythe. Their bodies were destroyed, and their souls scattered.

Piping hot blood sprayed through the air, like blooming fireworks.

A swing of Su Yi’s sleeves, and sword qi slew fourteen immortals!

All was silent save for the clanging hum of a sword still echoing through the air.

The crowd was overcome with astonishment.

The bride and groom froze like clay statues.

Blood splattered their wedding robes a striking, darker shade of red.