First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 528 – So He’s Su Yi!

Earlier, when Su Yi threatened him by the entrance to Orchid Terrace, Huan Shaoyou sensed that something was amiss.

A blue-robed youth of unknown origins dared provoke him repeatedly in front of a crowd? That was strange to begin with.

Thus, he'd temporarily chosen to endure.

Now, when he saw Su Yi appear on the central jade platform, Huan Shaoyou was vaguely starting to understand. This guy’s origins obviously aren’t simple!

“Even if you’re the son of the Xia Emperor, you dared become my enemy. I’d still have to kill you,” muttered Huan Shaoyou. He was nothing but smiles, but the depths of his gaze were ruthless and cold.

“Su Yi!” Ge Qian was dressed in apricot-yellow Daoist robes. His eyes widened. “What’s he doing here? He’s even on the central jade platform!”

Ge Qian’s mind buzzed, and his expression shifted erratically. 

He’d long since investigated. Of everyone participating in the Orchid Terrace Dharma Assembly, only he, Yuan Heng, and Yue Shichan were from the Great Zhou.

Of them, Yuan Heng had inherited the same Xuanwu True Essence Sutra as him, and they both used the same Xuanwu Overlord Seal.

This confused and astonished both him and the old man living inside him. They’d long since planned to investigate Yuan Heng’s background.

Who’d have thought that Su Yi would appear before they got the chance? This was completely beyond Ge Qian’s expectations.

Back in the Sea of Chaotic Spirits, this guy displayed heaven-defying power. He killed three terrifying existences cloaked in taboo power in a row! Even the terrifying entity on board the Starlight Vessel could only lower his head.

How long has it been since then? Why is he qualified to sit on the central jade platform?

Waves coursed through Ge Qian’s heart. This was far too great a surprise.

It was precisely because of Su Yi’s terrifying display of power over the Sea of Chaotic Spirits that Ge Qian fled the Great Zhou. He'd hoped to hide in the Great Xia!

Who’d have thought he’d encounter Su Yi again here, at the Orchid Terrace Dharma Assembly, the event the whole world was paying attention to?

Ge Qian was desperate to tell the old man in his soul, but in the end, he held back.

This was Orchid Terrace, and experts were as numerous as the clouds. Countless influential Spirit Dao cultivators were in attendance.

The moment he made contact with the old-timer, it was highly likely that one of these unbelievably powerful experts would sense it.

Ge Qian took a deep breath, gnashed his teeth, turned, and silently drew closer to Yuan Heng.

He smiled modestly at Yuan Heng and clasped his fist. “Forgive me for disturbing you, but I’ve heard that you’re from the Great Zhou too. Do you perhaps recognize the young man in blue who just sat atop the central jade platform?”

Yuan Heng’s heart shook. This kid finally couldn’t take it any longer.

He then plastered a solemn look on his face. “That’s my master. His name is Su Yi.”

Ge Qian’s eyes widened, and he was at a loss for words. Despite how well he'd tempered himself, he almost couldn’t help but cry out.

Yuan Heng flashed Ge Qian a simple, earnest smile. “Do you have anything else you’d like to ask, Fellow Daoist?”

After a brief silence, Ge Qian said, “Fellow Daoist, I imagine you’ve noticed this too, but our legacies and Daoist magics come from the same source. Might you perhaps…”

Yuan Heng said earnestly, “Do you want to ask where I received this legacy?”

Ge Qian inwardly sighed in relief. He nodded. “That’s right.”

Rashly asking about another’s legacy was taboo.

Fortunately, Yuan Heng didn’t seem to mind. His expression filled with reverence, and he said, “Fellow Daoist, I won’t hide it from you. Both my cultivation technique and my Daoist magic were granted to me by my master.”

It was as if Ge Qian had been struck by lightning. He froze, rooted to the spot.

Su Yi!?

That guy the old timer got so worked up over? Him?

Ge Qian felt as if his mind was in turmoil.

Meanwhile, up on the central jade platform. 

A group of people so influential that a single stomp of their feet could shake the Great Xia was gathered there. Each sat behind their own little table.

Whenever their gazes swept across the nearby young man in blue, their expressions turned a bit strange. 

 Su Yi naturally noticed their gazes. He just didn’t care.

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Weng Jiu had made the arrangements, and his seat had an excellent location. From here, he could see all seventy-two of Orchid Terrace’s martial arts arenas, no exceptions. 

All manner of delicacies were laid out on each table, as well as tea, wine, and other refreshments.

Su Yi casually poured himself a cup of wine, then grabbed a handful of spirit sunflower seeds. He seemed leisurely and at ease.

And here Weng Jiu had been worried that Su Yi would find it difficult to adjust to such an occasion. When he saw this, he immediately understood that he’d worried for nothing.

No matter where someone like Su Yi went, so long as he willed it, he could be as leisurely and at ease as if he were in his own backyard. 

Weng Jiu smiled, his expression rife with hidden meaning, and transmitted, “Fellow Daoist, my lord shall soon make a personal appearance. When you see him, don’t be too surprised.”

“Oh,” said Su Yi, seemingly disinterested. 

“....” Weng Jiu didn’t know what to say to that. And here he’d assumed this would pique Su Yi’s interest and that he’d ask follow-up questions. Who’d have guessed that Su Yi wouldn’t seem the least bit curious?

He smiled bitterly to himself, then turned and left.

“This old man is called Lei Yuandu. Dare I ask your name, my young friend?” A thin man in brocade robes sat at the table closest to Su Yi. He was elderly, but he had youthful features.

Lei Yuandu, the head of the Lei Family, one of the Great Xia’s three great clans. He was a long-famous Spiritual Manifestation Realm expert.

When they heard this, many of the other higher-ups in attendance looked over.

“Su Yi.” Su Yi spat out a sunflower seed shell and said without a thought.

Pick anyone seated here at random. All were peak experts of the Great Xia, and every one of them had a rich and colorful history.

Any other cultivator of the younger generation would have been frantic, terrified, and incomparably reserved.

However, Su Yi was in no mood to concern himself with any of that.

If it weren’t for his desire to watch Yue Shichan, Wen Xinzhao, and Yuan Heng’s performance, he wouldn't have bothered to come at all.

Lei Yuandu’s smile froze, then faded.

How could an old-timer like him fail to sense Su Yi’s flippant attitude? It seems he isn’t interested in paying attention to me at all.

Lei Yuandu lost all interest in any further conversation, and he was inwardly rather displeased.

Despite his status, he’d taken the initiative to greet a young man. That was an ample display of respect in its own right. Who’d have thought he’d find himself ignored?

But at the same time, Lei Yuandu understood that for a young man like Su Yi to sit here, he had to have extraordinary origins. 

It wouldn’t do to take Su Yi to task for his attitude and bad manners.

Although Lei Yuandu didn’t know it, the name “Su Yi” shook several of the others in attendance.

So, this is Su Yi! Sect Leader Yu Jiuzhen’s eyes flashed. The leader of Coudsky Divine Palace wore wide-sleeved Daoist robes, and he had features like cut jade. He looked young, but even seated casually, he emanated an enormous and imposing momentum.

Yu Jiuzhen had naturally heard of Su Yi.

Three of their legacy disciples, including Huo Yunsheng, had fallen at Su Yi’s hands.

Su Yi had also suppressed one of their outer sect elders, Zhang Yuntao, in just two attacks.

Even inner sect elder Huo Tiandu’s death was most likely connected to Su Yi, and Huo Tiandu was a mid-stage Spiritual Manifestation expert!

Yu Jiuzhen could never have anticipated that he’d encounter Su Yi on the central jade platform of all places.

“Su Yi?” The leader of the Qingyi Dao Sect, Daoist Master Moyang, furrowed his brow.

Not long ago, he'd sent Lei Feng and Ting He, two elders, to Nine Tripod City. Their mission was to find Su Yi and uncover the truth of Li Miaohong’s demise.

Who’d have thought that both of them would die too, and for no apparent reason?

Both Lei Feng and Ting He had left soul lanterns in the sect, and both had suddenly gone out. Otherwise, Daoist Master Moyang wouldn’t have dared believe they were gone. 

He was undoubtedly somehow involved in the deaths of Li Miaohong, Lei Feng, and Ting He, thought Daoist Master Moyang, his expression flickering with uncertainty. 

Sect Leader Lu Daoting of the Fulcrum of Heaven Sword Sect, Family Head Huo Mingyuan of the Hu Family, and Family Head Jiang Xiaosheng of the Jiang Family all reacted differently. 

Lu Daoting had already learned of Zhou Fengzhi’s death, and Jiang Xiaosheng had told him that a young man named Su Yi was involved.

However, Jiang Xiaosheng also warned him that an extremely terrifying faction stood behind Su Yi, and that the enmity between Su Yi and Zhou Fengzhi was personal. He urged Lu Daoting to think twice about acting against Su Yi on Zhou Fengzhi’s account.

When he learned that this young man in blue was Su Yi, the leader of the Fulcrum of Heaven Sword Sect couldn’t help but frown, and his gaze frosted over.

And to Family Head Huo Mingyuan, Su Yi was unquestionably the Huo Family’s most detested enemy.

If not for pressure from the imperial palace forcing him to endure, Huo Mingyuan would have long since called upon every method at his disposal to exterminate Su Yi.

But Huo Mingyuan would never have guessed that Su Yi would appear before him like this. For a moment, he almost couldn’t suppress his loathing and urge to kill. His expression turned extraordinarily dark. 

As for Jiang Xiaosheng…

He actually had no enmity against Su Yi whatsoever! However, he knew Lu Daoting of the Fulcrum of Heaven Sword Sect couldn’t possibly be pleased right now.

The rest of the gathered high-ups noticed that something was strange about the atmosphere.

Lu Daoting, Yu Jiuzheng, and Daoist Master Moyang were leaders of peak-level orthodoxies, while Huo Mingyuan was the leader of the Huo Family. Upon learning Su Yi’s name, all four visibly reacted.

This left those unfamiliar with Su Yi surprised and confused. Don’t tell me this Su Yi kid has some kind of grudge against these peak-level factions?

That would be simply unbelievable!

He’s a young man in the Origin Palace Realm. If he offended all those peak-level factions, it’s a miracle that he’s still alive. For him to appear here openly is unquestionably out of the ordinary.

However, it was as if Su Yi didn’t notice any of this. He was happily munching away on sunflower seeds. From time to time, he took a sip of wine. He seemed relaxed and content.

His bearing left the gathered higher-ups stunned. This kid sure is composed!

Buddhist Master Jinyuan sat behind another nearby table, his solemn face reminiscent of a Buddhist statue. His features were as tranquil as the waters of an ancient well as he sat there quietly, looking down at the platform.

This was the leader of Maha Temple, a mid-stage Spiritual Manifestation Realm cultivator. He wore undyed monk’s robes, and his head was shiny and bald. His hands were crossed in front of his stomach, and they slowly togged a string of prayer beads.

Suddenly, he stiffened, and the fingers shifting the prayer beads froze. A look of alarm appeared on his statuesque face.

He suddenly looked up.

He wasn’t sure when, but Su Yi had already turned to look at him.