First Immortal of the Sword

Su Yi’s calm fearlessness didn’t escape the old woman’s notice. Her eyelids twitched, and she said, “It was impetuous to even ask. Fellow Daoist, please don’t take offense.”

Gu Cangning suddenly realized that their request was indeed a bit bold and abrupt. He promptly clasped his fist and said seriously, “Brother Su, I, Gu Cangning, will surely repay you for what you’ve done for me today.”

Su Yi looked away, then waved dismissively, turned, and left. He went straight back to the Cloudsky Divine Palace’s private room.

Gu Cangning suddenly sighed and transmitted, “Granny, let’s go.”

He sounded a bit dejected.

A long, long time ago, he had been a direct-line descendant of an Imperial-level clan, the Gu Family. He was the eldest grandson of the Sky-Dominating War Emperor, one of the Azure Continent’s Nine Emperors.

Countless major powers had heaped praise upon him. They had called him a natural-born genius, and he had been an extremely illustrious figure amongst the younger generation.

How glorious had he been back then? And how joyous?

Yet, the storm of the thirty thousand years of the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness had long since wiped away the glory of his past!

It hadn’t been long ago since Su Yi had overpowered him with a single strike.

Today had been even worse. He had been knocked unconscious before he could even fight back, and in the end, he had even received Su Yi’s aid.

After all that, of course Gu Cangning was in low spirits!

He even half-suspected that someone had carved the word “wretched” on his forehead. Otherwise, wasn’t he a bit too unlucky?

The old woman seemed to sense his despondency, and she hurriedly tried to comfort him. “Young Master, much time has passed, and the world is no longer as it once was. However, with your accumulation and the good fortune our Gu Family has left behind, you’ll dazzle the world once the Radiant Epoch is upon us.” 

“I naturally won’t let this setback shake my will to fight.” Gu Cangning shook his head and grimaced. “I can’t imagine how the modern Azure Continent gave rise to someone like Su Yi.”

Earlier, he had been smug and complacent, and he had looked down on the whole world. He had believed that no one in the current Great Xia was worthy of being his opponent save for those like him, monsters from days gone by.

As for the so-called geniuses and chosen of the modern era? He disdained to even look at them.

Who could have guessed that someone like Su Yi would appear? Gu Cangning felt as if he’d been smacked on the head, and all of his smug pride had instantly shattered into pieces. 

“Young Master, Su Yi really is unbelievable, but don’t forget: there are countless cultivators beneath the heavens. How many are like Su Yi?” The old woman sighed, her gaze conflicted. “To tell the truth, it’s not just you; I’ve never seen a young man so unfathomable either.”

She pondered for a moment, then concluded, “Even thirty thousand years ago, the power Su Yi has displayed as an Origin Dao cultivator would have startled the old and dazzled the new. Even then, he would have been a matchless genius!”

Gu Cangning’s heart shook, and his expression filled with uncertainty. After a while, he seemed relieved. “If he’s a matchless genius, at least I didn’t lose unfairly…”

The old woman smiled and nodded, but in her heart, she sighed. She didn’t tell Gu Cangning this, but just now, when she had faced Su Yi, even with her cultivation and experience, she had felt a rare hint of unease.

As if she hadn't been facing a Grain Avoidance youth at all, but rather, an inscrutably powerful and terrifying old monster!

“Granny, you bring Lan Shang. Let’s go to Nine Tripod City!” Gu Cangning promptly made up his mind.

……

Within a private room.

Wen Xinzhao’s long eyelashes fluttered, like miniature fans, and her red lips pursed as she regained consciousness.

The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was a tall, lean figure seated casually in the chair beside her. He was currently examining a piece of beast skin. His profile was sharp and angular, handsome and tranquil.

Wen Xinzhao froze, a bit dazed, before coming to her senses. The look on her stunning face shifted, and she glanced down at her body.

It was only after she saw that her clothes were on and intact, and that she wasn’t at all injured, that she finally sighed in relief.

“Fellow Daoist, what happened just now?” asked Wen Xinzhao. She’d just noticed that the others in the private room had yet to wake up.

“It’s a long story. In short, the auction was a trap.” Su Yi then gave a simple, concise explanation of the proceedings.

When she learned what had happened, Wen Xinzhao couldn’t help but look furious, and her heart shook with lingering terror. If Fellow Daoist Su weren’t here, how severe would the consequences have been?

Su Yi asked, “Do you know why that Jade Angelica woman set a trap just to catch you?”

Wen Xinzhao shook her head. “I met her yesterday, and just once. Before that, I didn’t know her at all.”

Su Yi furrowed his brow.

The woman in black was a descendent of the Ghost Serpent Race, and she was called Holy Maiden Jade Angelica. She’d survived the thirty thousand years of the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness, making her quite an impressive figure.

She’d taken advantage of the Spiritbend Assembly to set a trap, and she even went so far as to call upon the Demonic Womb’s power. All of this was for the sake of capturing Wen Xinzhao. What was she after? It couldn’t possibly be trivial.

Su Yi shook his head; he couldn’t be bothered to give the matter any further thought.

The world was full of all kinds of situations, all happening at once. Su Yi had always paid scandals, gossip, and karmic entanglements little heed except when they related to his cultivation.

If trouble came knocking on his door, he’d just cut it down.

“How do you feel?” Su Yi put away the beast-skin scroll.

“No major problems.” Wen Xinzhao felt a warm current course through her heart. Su Yi hadn’t just saved her; he was even treating her with great care. How could she not be moved? 

Su Yi then rose and said, “Get up, then. I want to put away my chair.”

“......” Wen Xinzhao didn’t quite know what to say to that. So… This guy’s real goal… was to put away his wicker chair?

Wen Xinzhao instantly felt embarrassed, and she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Who can I blame for this? I can only blame myself for jumping to conclusions…

However, he’d never been the type to put on airs. She promptly rose from the wicker chair, stretched, and laughed, “Brother Su, this wicker chair of yours really is comfortable.”

The young woman’s beautiful eyes darted about, beautiful and enticing. She wore a simple but elegant long dress, with matchless good looks. When she stretched, it outlined the shocking curves of her electrifying figure.

That thin, squeezable waist, and that hidden yet prideworthy chest, were both on display. 

Even Su Yi couldn’t help but sigh. What did it mean to be a peerless beauty of one’s generation?

Every frown and every smile, every movement was utterly stunning, a feast for the eyes.

Of course, although Su Yi admired the scenery, he still put away his chair…

Before long, Yuan Heng, Ling Yunhe, Huo Yunsheng, and the others regained consciousness too, one after another.

When they learned about what had just happened, all of them were stunned and angry, and all felt lingering terror.

However, when Wen Xinzhao told them that it was Su Yi who’d turned the tides and saved their lives, Huo Yunsheng and his companions looked doubtful.

It wasn’t that they couldn’t believe it, but that they didn’t want to. If they acknowledged what had happened, it would be like acknowledging how far away they were from Su Yi.

Of course, none of them said anything. They weren’t stupid enough to directly admit to all this.

How could Su Yi possibly concern himself with how they were feeling?

After Yuan Heng scoured the Nirvanic Winds Holy Son’s corpse for trophies, Su Yi strode right out the door. Wen Xinzhao, Ling Yunhe, and Qing Ya followed him out.

Soon, only Huo Yunsheng and company remained in the private room.

“Senior Apprentice Brother Huo, the Nirvanic Winds Holy Son was a monstrous figure, yet he actually died in here? I’m afraid this really is Su Yi’s handiwork!” Qian Tianlong was alarmed and uncertain.

Huo Yunsheng said darkly, “I certainly won’t admit to that. Otherwise, wouldn’t we effectively owe him for saving our lives?”

It was then that Ren Youyou sighed. “How terrifyingly powerful was that Demonic Womb? Yet Su Yi wasn’t influenced in the slightest. Isn’t he a bit too strong?”

“Even if he were stronger, I’m afraid he isn’t long for this world.” Who knows what Huo Yunsheng was thinking, but he suddenly burst into laughter, and his spirits soared.

Ren Youyou didn’t know what to make of this reaction, but Qian Tianlong and Sun Feng seemed to understand. They glanced at each other, and they couldn’t help but feel eager.

Zhang Yuntao frowned. “Yunsheng, don’t be reckless! That Su Yi is no ordinary person. Can’t you tell? He’s the one who killed the Nirvanic Winds Holy Son!”

He, too, was confused, but he could tell that Huo Yunsheng was plotting something, so he immediately warned him.

Huo Yunsheng smiled, not the least bit concerned. “Martial Uncle Zhang, rest assured. I guarantee I won’t try myself against Su Yi.”

As he said this, something occurred to him, and he transmitted to Qian Tianlong, “Junior Apprentice Brother, after we leave, spread the word. Tell the world that Su Yi slew the Nirvanic Winds Holy Son at the Spiritbend Assembly and ruined Holy Maiden Jade Angelica’s schemes! Furthermore, tell everyone that the Demonic Womb most likely landed in Su Yi’s hands!”

He paused, then laughed coldly. “Su Yi wanted to make a name for himself, didn’t he? Well, after this, he’ll sure stick out! Let’s see how he handles the resulting waves!”

Qian Tianlong was stunned. He transmitted, “Senior Apprentice Brother Huo, isn’t Su Yi about to die? Is that really necessary?”

Huo Yunsheng glanced at him, then transmitted back. “When news gets out, that will inform the assassins of the Sea of Bitterness that Su Yi is capable enough to have killed the Nirvanic Winds Holy Son. That’s what we call ‘two birds, one stone.’”

Only then did Qian Tianlong understand.

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“Let’s go.” Huo Yunsheng didn’t linger. He and his companions quickly left too.

……

The Spiritbend Assembly was over.

News of what had happened here spread like a hurricane, causing an enormous commotion. 

Holy Maiden Jade Angelica of the Deathbringer’s Gate had personally laid a trap, using the power of the Demonic Womb to suppress an entire crowd of elites!

The Spiritbend Assembly was a grand occasion that drew widespread attention. Who would have guessed that something so shocking would happen there?

What people found even harder to imagine was that none of the cultivators in attendance died, none were injured, and none of them were even robbed.

On the contrary, it was the Deathbringer’s Gate’s Nirvanic Winds Holy Son who perished!

This was unquestionably far, far too out of the ordinary.

But quickly, another major piece of news spread—

The Nirvanic Winds Holy Son was killed by a young man named Su Yi. He was also the one who’d ruined the scheme Holy Maiden Jade Angelica went to such efforts to prepare.

It was even highly likely that the Demonic Womb had fallen into Su Yi’s hands!

This news immediately shook all of Spiritbend City, triggering yet another uproar.

“Su Yi? Who is that? Why haven’t I heard that name before?”

It was the first time the vast majority of the populace had heard the name Su Yi.

However, when the cultivators of the Yuanyang Spirit Sect, Flying Spirit Sword Pavilion, Profound Green Saber Sect, and Spiritmist Temple heard his name, all of their expressions changed. “It’s him!” 

Not long ago, these four factions suffered casualties when they clashed against Su Yi in Cold Emerald Valley.

In summary, after what happened today, Su Yi’s name reverberated throughout Spiritbend City.

Eternal Peace Pawn Shop.

“A young man who defeated Zhang Yuntao with two swings of the sword, and who only just killed a monster of the ancient era like the Nirvanic Winds Holy Son? He’s no easy mark!” Old Man Wang sighed.

He gazed at the person seated across the counter, a young man in gray currently pouring himself a drink.

“What do you think, Ferryman?”