First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 112 - Su Yi’s Displeasure

When Qin Feng saw Su Yi’s silence, he couldn’t help but smile. “Young Lord, the ignorant are free of sin. I naturally won’t pursue that minor unpleasantness just now.” He paused, and a grin tugged at his lips. There was now a thread of arrogance mixed with his reserved politeness. “But now you know who I am, so you ought to realize that I truly do admire your skill. I hope you won’t disappoint my good intentions.” 

When Huang Qianjun saw this, he couldn’t help but lose his temper. “Qin Feng, if Uncle knew you were behaving this impudently, he’d be sure to blow his top!”

“Impudent? Me?” Qin Feng’s expression soured. “I gave you face earlier because I couldn’t be bothered to pursue things any further. Don’t tell me you really think you’re someone special?

“I’ll give you one last chance. Get out of my sight this instant. Or else, don’t blame me for humiliating you in front of the crowd.” Qin Feng's words were flat and indifferent, but they were rife with unconcealed disdain.

“You….” Huang Qianjun’s face was ashen.

“Scram!” shouted Qin Feng.

Two of his attendants stepped forward, looking unfriendly. It seemed that if Huang Qianjun dared say so much as another word, they’d strike.

Su Yu’s brow furrowed. He glanced at Huang Qianjun. “You’ve followed me for so long,” he said, sounding a bit displeased. “Why is it that all you can do now is endure? Is it because you’re relatives? Or because you don’t think I can resolve this situation?”

Huang Qianjun went rigid, and his expression changed dramatically.

Qin Feng couldn’t help but be surprised too. His expression darkened. “What’s with that tone of voice? You don’t take us seriously at all, do you?”

Huang Qianjun couldn’t take it anymore. He exploded without any further reservations, “You’re nothing but hot air! You think your daddy’s prestige means you can do whatever the hell you want without fear, but you’re just a brain dead pig!” 

He’d already been repressing a bellyful of fire, and more importantly, he sensed that his earlier performance had displeased Su Yi!

Qin Feng’s expression instantly frosted over.

“You’re seeking death!” The two attendants who stepped forward earlier shouted and attacked. One swung his fist right at Huang Qianjun’s face, while the other crouched, at the ready to prevent Huang Qianjun from fleeing. 

The two of them were the Qin Feng’s personal guards, and he was the son of the prefectural governor. They themselves were early-stage Qi Accumulation Realm experts.

Now that they took action, their coordination was seamless.

But Huang Qianjun was giving this everything he had. How could he possibly shrink back? He roared, then swung his fist to meet the guard’s.

Bang!

Although he met the attack head-on, Huang Qianjun staggered back. He was in so much pain, he almost hacked up blood.

But before he could respond, someone kicked him in the knees, and he fell back onto the ground.

He was just about to struggle to his feet when one of the guards, the gaunt, capable-looking man in black who’d just punched him, pressed down on his forehead. “If you keep struggling, I’ll wring your neck!”

The entire venue fell silent.

Many people watched from a distance. When they saw this, they couldn’t help but shake their heads.

Offending the prefectural governor’s son was courting death!

Qin Feng gazed down at Huang Qianjun with an air of superiority. “That all you got?”

Against all expectations, despite being suppressed, Huang Qianjun seemed unable to accept his defeat. He roared, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets, “If you’ve got the balls, just kill me! If you don’t, I’ll make you live a life worse than death!”

When they heard this vicious threat, the crowd’s expressions shifted. Then, they couldn’t help but titter; they didn’t take his words the least bit seriously.

“Shut your mouth!” said Qin Feng coldly.

The black-clothed guard smiled hideously. One hand pressed Huang Qianjun’s head against the floor, while the other rose, then swung ruthlessly at his face. 

But before the slap landed, the guard saw sparks. He felt a sharp pain in his face; someone had just backhanded him instead.

Whap!

The sound of the slap echoed through his ears. The guard staggered backward. His cheek was red, bleeding, and swollen.

“Who did that?” the guard roared in fury.

But everyone else’s gazes had all turned to look at the same person:

Su Yi!

Qin Feng and the others looked flabbergasted, as if they dared not believe this youth, who’d just watched coldly from the sidelines this entire time, would intervene out of nowhere.

The people gathered in the workshop were stunned. Doesn’t this kid fear death? He actually dared hit one of the governor’s guards!

“Brother Su, I embarrassed you this time.” Huang Qianjun slumped in dejection, looking utterly ashamed.

“Awareness of shame is the first step to courage. Your time following me has been too smooth. You lack polishing,” said Su Yi calmly. “I didn’t help you earlier. Do you resent me for it?” 

Huang Qianjun shook his head. “I just hate my own patheticness. I lost face for you!”

Su Yi sighed. “It’s my fault too. I’ve never given you any guidance, and as a result, you can’t even handle something like this on your own. Quick, get up.”

He then turned to Qin Feng and his cronies. His expression was even more indifferent than before. “Now, let’s settle the score.”

“Settle the score? First, I’ll cut you up!” The black-clad guard he’d just smacked was visibly furious, and when he heard this, he was the first to charge. He swung his fist at Su Yi’s skull.

This was an early-stage QI Accumulation Realm warrior’s full-force, enraged attack. How could it be ordinary?

The onlookers couldn’t help but break out in cold sweats on Su Yi’s behalf.

Crunch!

But then, they watched as Su Yi raised his hand and, with a casual squeeze, broke the guard’s wrist. Afterward, the man’s entire right arm distorted, as if it were a piece of twisted fried dough. The muscles and tendons ripped apart, one after another, and the guard hunched over in agony.

Before he could even shriek, a jade-green bamboo staff tapped his throat.

Wham!

The man’s neck caved in as his cervical vertebrae tore as easily as if they were made of tissue paper. His head lolled limply to the side. 

Then, this early-stage Qi Accumulation Guard was tossed aside like trash, his eyes still wide with agony and bewilderment. 

Just like that, he was dead.

The entire workshop fell silent. Everyone was shocked, and their hair stood on end.

In just a few understated movements, Su Yi snuffed out a Qi Accumulation martial artist as easily as if he’d swatted a fly!

“This….” The workshop’s proprietor was scared witless.

And here he’d thought Su Yi was just a talented young weaponsmith. Who’d have thought he was the type to kill without even blinking?

“If you hurt the people by my side, there’s nothing left for you but death,” said Su Yi, his tone flat. He was so composed, it was as if he’d killed a mere insect, something not worth a second thought. 

“Bastard!” Qin Feng looked agitated, and his expression was extremely unsightly. He roared, “What are you all just standing there for? All you, attack at once! Seize that depraved maniac!”

The other five guards all charged, weapons drawn. It was an imposing sight.

They were experienced, and had survived numerous bloody battles and fights to the death. All of them could tell that, young as he looked, Su Yi was utterly ruthless and terrifying. Thus, when they attacked, they held nothing back, nor did they dare get complacent.

“You outnumber me, but so what? You’re nothing but eggs flinging yourselves against a rock.” Su Yi’s voice carried a hint of mockery. With a shake of his wrist, his sword flew from its bamboo sheath.

It looked as if someone had cut a ray of light out of the blue skies, then forged it into a sword. It was pure and clear, with a faint blue glow. Wisps of faint, sparkling haze were just barely discernible within the body of the sword. 

But its edge was dazzlingly sharp. Just looking at it was enough to sting the eyes. 

When Su Yi drew his sword, it hummed, like crashing waves or rumbling thunder, painfully shaking the onlookers’ eardrums and making their hearts quiver.

Whoosh!

He swung his blade.

The sounds of cutting rang out in rapid succession, and the guards’ weapons split apart as easily as if they were made of tofu.

All of them were caught off guard, and their eyes widened. What a sharp spiritual sword!

But before they could change tactics, Su Yi shook his sword. Countless cold lights seemed to bloom from its edge, and illusory swords filled the air. 

Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!

Fresh blood splattered across the ground, like crimson fireworks. 

All five Qi Accumulation Guards now had bloody holes in their throats, and all of them staggered, then fell back, eyes still wide with bewilderment.

The dense smell of blood permeated the air.

One attack to kill an entire group of enemies!

This fierce, overbearing display made the onlookers’ scalps tingle, and their hair stood on end.

How terrifying!!

Those were the prefectural governor’s guards. All of them were one in a hundred; they were elite experts. Ordinary Qi Accumulation martial artists would have been no match for them.

Yet now, all five of these elite experts had fallen to a single attack!

Huang Qianjun remained relatively composed, but despite himself, he was transfixed by the spiritual sword in Su Yi’s hands. 

Despite having just tasted blood, the blade was perfectly clear, and its edge glinted like lightning!

“You….. You….” Qin Feng’s legs quivered. The blood drained from his face, and his mind went entirely blank.

He would never have guessed that, even knowing his status, the youth in blue robes would still dare attack.

And he certainly never would have guessed that all of his guards combined couldn’t withstand the power of a single sword!

“That all you’ve got?” Su Yi stood not far away, holding his sword, his gaze indifferent.

It was just a few words, but they trampled all over Qin Feng’s dignity.

Qin Feng clenched his fist and foughtback his terror and fury. “I was blind to have offended you, and I hope that out of respect for the prefectural governor’s estate, you can show mercy….”

As he spoke that last part, even his teeth clattered. He was truly scared out of his wits.

“But just now, you humiliated one off my followers, without paying me any heed at all,” said Su Yi. He took a step closer. 

Qin Feng hurriedly shrunk back in terror, shouting, “If you kill me, the prefectural governor will get revenge! Aren’t you afraid?”

When he saw Su Yi draw ever closer, Qin Feng was on the brink of despair. He screamed, “Little Cousin! Hurry! Hurry and make him stop! My father is your uncle!”

Huang Qianjun laughed coldly. You refused to recognize me as your cousin earlier, but now that you’re in danger, you’ve suddenly changed your mind? How contemptible!

Su Yi suddenly paused, as if he’d changed his mind. “I’ll give you a chance. Kneel to him, and slap yourself across the face. If you do, I’ll spare your life just this once.” As he spoke, he pointed to Huang Qianjun.

Thud!

Qin Feng knelt, then smacked himself across the mouth and shouted, “Cousin, I was blind and ignorant. I was wrong. I was truly wrong!”

“....” And here Su Yi thought Qin Feng would hesitate or struggle. Who’d have thought he’d throw himself directly to his knees?

Huang Qianjun was dumbfounded. His gaze was conflicted, and his heart surged with emotion.

He would never have guessed that Qin Feng, his cousin by marriage and the glorious son of the prefectural governor, had so little courage.

Suddenly, it seemed ridiculous that just now, he’d chosen to back down and swallow his pride out of consideration for his cousin’s status….

Huang Qianjun felt suddenly enlightened. Status and position were just superficial. It was only after you broke through that superficial outer layer that you could see who a person really was inside. 

Take Qin Feng. Without his position as the son of the prefectural governor, he was just a complete wimp, and a coward too!

“If you’re not satisfied, I can just kill him now,” said Su Yi offhandedly.

Just one sentence, and the atmosphere was suddenly heavy.

The spectators’ expressions changed. The son of the prefectural governor might be pathetic, but even if he were much worse, just killing him would be no different from bringing the sky crashing down on their heads!

Seth's Thoughts

The twisty dough in question looks like this. Ouch!

On the off chance reading this chapter made you hungry, the link includes a recipe, so you can make it for yourself and pretend it’s the guard’s arm!