First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 241 - Ten Thousand Feet of Sword Qi, Stunning the World

Hua Liuye was indeed stunned.

As a prominent expert of the heretical way, he’d witnessed countless unbelievable scenes.

Yet what had just happened was completely beyond his comprehension, to the point that he almost dared not believe his eyes.

“You…. How did you do that?” Hua Liuye subconsciously asked.

Su Yi said offhandedly, “The formation is right there. If you can use it, it’s only natural that I can use it too.” 

“That’s impossible!” Hua Liuye furrowed his brow. “The restriction formation is composed of one hundred and eight altars, and it has mysterious and inscrutable origins. I poured everything I had into researching it for a full decade before finally learning to control it. But you? You’re only in the Qi Accumulation Realm! How could you possibly manage such a thing?"

He sounded bewildered and uncertain. 

Su Yi laughed. “Why should I tell you?”

As he spoke, he strode into the air, his fingers shifting as if strumming the strings of a zither, sending streaks of power toward different altars. Each time a streak of power left his fingers, the altar it touched produced a strange rumbling, and inscrutable symbols flashed and flickered into view. 

When he saw this, Hua Liuye’s pupils constricted. He realized that something wasn’t right, and he immediately reacted.  

Clang!

The black wooden sword hummed in his hands as he stabbed ten times in rapid succession.

Instantly, one divine mountain after another appeared in the air, blotting out the sun and suppressing the skies. All of them bore down on Su Yi at once. 

But Su Yi paid them no need. He just stretched out his finger and exerted his strength. One streak of sword qi after another shot forth and struck different altars as if he were weaving a net.

During this process, the divine mountains vanished in a puff of smoke before they even drew near.

Hua Liuye’s expression alternated between rage and bewilderment. He was increasingly unable to stay calm.

In the end, even the mountain hovering over and suppressing Mu Xi disappeared into nothingness, instantly freeing Mu Xi from his predicament.

“Dammit!” Hua Liuye had completely lost his cool.

“Is that the end of your tricks?” Su Yi stood not far away, atop one of the altars, and laughed.

His tone was casual, yet rife with mockery.

Hua Liuye’s thin face flushed bright red. He suddenly activated his wooden sword and stabbed several dozen times in rapid succession. 

But then something rather awkward happened—

Despite Hua Liuye’s repeated attempts, the one hundred and eight altars didn’t move in the slightest. They didn’t react at all….

As a result, his sword movements looked funny, even ridiculous. 

Mu Xi snorted, then burst into laughter. Soon, he was laughing so hard that he almost cried. “Aiyo! If the people of the Great Zhou were here to see how ridiculous the famed heretical cultivator Hua Liuye really was, what would they think?”

Hua Liuye’s face was ashen. He realized that the situation wasn’t looking good for him. He was angry and bewildered, but also solemn. 

“Retreat!” Hua Liuye turned tail and fled. 

Although he took the time to warn the distant Daoist Corpse Controller, it was obvious that he was no longer concerned about his companion’s well-being. He shot through the air, quick as lightning, fleeing directly and efficiently, without any further delays. 

Even Mu Xi was stunned. He found it hard to believe. This is the prominent heretical cultivator who once fought toe-to-toe against State Preceptor Hong Shenshang. How could he chicken out just like that? 

Su Yi laughed dryly and shook his head. “You think you can run?”

He then exerted strength through his toes. The altar below him boomed. 

Immediately afterward, the other altars seemed to awaken from a deep slumber.

An arc of dazzling, searing red light emerged from every altar, piercing through the clouds and illuminating the landscape.

Upon closer inspection, strange and inscrutable patterns and symbols had floated into view around each altar. There were holy men chasing the sun, demons and immortals locked in combat, countless races struggling against each other…..

A vast, holy aura blanketed this entire stretch of heaven and earth with the faint clanging of a bell and the indistinct chanting of sutras.

As he took in this shocking scene, Mu Xi was stunned. He watched in a daze, rooted to the spot.

It was just too terrifying!

The divine mountains Hua Liuye had manifested earlier were nothing by comparison. 

Was this the true power of the formation?

“Go!” Su Yi then stretched out his hand and tapped the air.

Clang!

The countless symbols converged in mid-air, forming a ten-thousand-foot longsword. It slashed through the air and shot off into the distance.

It was like a towering blade delivering judgment over all of creation, illuminating the nine heavens, its radiance seemingly endless.

Its aura alone made Mu Xi break out into goosebumps. His hair stood on end, and he felt suffocated.

At the same time, several miles away, Hua Liuye was fleeing with all his might. He suddenly felt his heart palpitate, and he instinctively looked up, only to see…

A streak of dazzling sword qi was slashing right toward him, shattering the layers of blood-red clouds with unsurpassed, awe-inspiring momentum. 

It was like an immortal blade descending upon the mortal world! 

“No—!” Hua Liuye roared hysterically and held his black wooden sword protectively in front of himself. 

Boom!

A moment later, the sharp, ferocious, radiant sword qi had enveloped him completely, disintegrating both his body and soul into ash.

When everything was quiet once more, they saw a perfectly straight, ten-thousand-foot rift in the ground. It had cut through the mountain and severed rocks, eye-catching and shocking!

Su Yi stood atop the altar and retracted his gaze. “See that? That’s the true power of this formation.”

Mu Xi’s back was drenched in sweat, and his clothes were soaked. He gasped repeatedly.

When he next looked at Su Yi, the look in his eyes had changed completely: he was stunned, shaken, and deeply bewildered.

Was it even possible for a Qi Accumulation Realm youth to wield such power?

Before he could even recover from his daze, Su Yi started giving orders. “Do me a favor and fetch the wooden sword the old man left behind.”

“Uh….” Mu Xi was stunned, and he pointed at himself. “Are you talking to me?”

Su Yi nodded. “Who else could I be talking to?”

Mu Xi felt rather strange inside. When this guy orders others about, why does he make it seem so natural?

But considering that peerless, shocking display of power he’d just witnessed, Mu Xi repressed his displeasure, turned, and left. 

Meanwhile, Su Yi’s gaze turned toward the distant Daoist Corpse Controller. 

The thin-faced fourth-level Grandmaster with the unpleasant, grating voice was beside himself with terror. He was drenched in sweat, and his thighs quivered; his soul practically left its body.

When he sensed Su Yi’s gaze, he quivered from head to toe, and his knees turned to jelly. He almost flung himself to the ground. 

“I’ll give you a choice,” said Su Yi, pointing to the massive rift. “Jump in, or die.” 

The chasm was unfathomably deep, and from time to time, it erupted with bloody, baleful energy. It was sinister and mysterious. 

Furthermore, the one hundred and eight mysterious altars lining its sides formed a terrifying and inscrutable grand formation. 

It was fair to say that the recent strangeness around Bloodthistle Yao Mountain was connected to the chasm. There was no doubt about it. 

However, not even Daoist Corpse Controller knew what was hidden deep within the chasm.

When he heard Su Yi’s words, his expression filled with uncertainty. Then, he gnashed his teeth, roared, and leaped into the rift. Before long, he’d disappeared from view.

Su Yi was briefly stunned. He glanced into the chasm’s depths and sank into thought.

Without the onslaught of the Nine Palaces Yin-Locking Formation, his companions regained their mental clarity. All of them felt as if they’d set down a massive burden.

Pu Yi, Jiang Tanyun, Lu Zhangfeng, and the others were gasping for breath, lingering terror written all over their faces.

“Thank you again for your aid, Fellow Daoist.” Ning Sihua walked right up and nodded slightly. The exquisite outline of her face now carried an additional layer of shock and respect. 

Shen Jiusong hurried over as well, then bowed. “Many thanks for saving my life!”

Earlier, their souls had been under attack, but this didn’t stop them from watching the entire battle unfold.

They naturally saw Su Yi’s display of power, and how he’d single-handedly flattened all his enemies.

Su Yi’s gaze was still fixed on the chasm. He said casually, “You’d best rest a while before doing anything else.”

Ning Sihua and Shen Jiusong nodded.

It was then that Grand Elder Pu Yi of Starcliff Academy bowed solemnly and said, “Young Lord Su, you turned the tides and saved us all. I, Pu Yi, will remember this benevolence for the rest of my life!”

“Hm.” Su Yi merely grunted in response; he didn’t take it to heart.

When they saw this, Jiang Tanyun and Lu Zhangfeng glanced at each other. They hesitated momentarily, then approached and expressed their gratitude as well.

“Earlier, we were blind, and we underestimated you. Despite our earlier rudeness, you stepped up to rescue us, saving us from otherwise certain doom. We’re deeply ashamed, and don’t know how to forgive ourselves.”

Both of them lowered their heads, not daring to meet Su Yi’s gaze. 

Earlier, due to a poor first impression of Su Yi, they’d thought little of him. They’d even made sarcastic comments about him.

Yet now, after watching him slay an entire group of Deathbringer’s Gate experts, how could they dare show any trace of negligence?

Even a famous old demon like Hua Liuye fell, unable to withstand a single attack!

More than that, the way Su Yi took control of the formation, smiling as he overturned both clouds and rain, left even the two Kongtong Academy higher-ups dazed and shaken. 

The core problem was simple: they would never have guessed that a young man like him could wield such transcendent power. 

“How could I possibly make trouble for you?” Su Yi shook his head.

He’d never paid Jiang Tanyun or Lu Zhangfeng any heed to begin with. He didn’t care about their earlier disdain, and he didn’t care about their gratitude, either. 

Besides, he might have intervened this time, but that wasn’t for the sake of proving anything to them. 

When they saw that Su Yi had no plans to pursue what happened earlier, Jiang Tanyun and Lu Zhangfeng sighed in relief, but they couldn’t help but feel a bit sour, too. 

How could they fail to notice Su Yi’s cold, distant attitude?

“Young Lord Su, this is the wooden sword you wanted.” Mu Xi, meanwhile, had already returned carrying that ink-dark wooden sword, which he passed to Su YI. 

“What do you think of this sword?” Su Yi asked offhandedly. 

Mu Xi was briefly stunned. Then, he muttered, “It’s likely a secret treasure. It has an inscrutable presence, and it’s not at all simple. However, I’m afraid I have no idea what secrets it hides.”

Earlier, Hua Liuye had used this very sword to control the power of the one hundred and eight altars and manifest divine mountains of seemingly limitless power. 

And just now, that ten-thousand-foot streak of sword qi that Su Yi had used was enough to disintegrate a mighty Xiantian Martial Ancestor like Hua Liuye, but the sword remained entirely undamaged. That was simply unbelievable! 

Mu Xi examined the sword after picking it up and discovered that it was extremely heavy, but that he couldn’t tell what it was made out of.

Furthermore, the blade emanated obscure, unreadable energy, but it was somehow terrifying. Just examining, he felt his heart quiver.

But to his surprise, Su Yi looked the wooden sword up and down for a while and said, “It’s normal that you couldn’t tell; it’s incomplete, a half-finished sword embryo.”