First Immortal of the Sword

The White-Faced Daoist suffered the greatest shock. He was almost startled out of his wits.

Yao Blood Heaven’s Demise was a supreme treasure a Profound Serenity Yao Emperor had once left behind. Although its weapon spirit had already been destroyed, damaging it severely, its power still presented a lethal threat to any Spiritual Revolution Realm cultivator. 

And earlier, it had forced back even an Imperial-level Demonic Puppet!

Yet now, a young Spiritual Incarnation Realm cultivator had caught this supreme treasure of the yao path between his fingers. How could the White-Faced Daoist possibly accept this?

“Activate!” He bellowed, circulating almost the full extent of his cultivation base. 

Weng!

Yao Blood Heaven’s Demise trembled, and the seven-inch blade surged with elaborate, contorted yao glyphs. The aura it emanated was terrifying beyond limit. 

But no matter how much it struggled, it couldn’t break free of Su Yi’s fingers!

On the contrary, as Su Yi tightened his grip, the blade was increasingly immobilized. It even wailed, as if it were crying and complaining. 

“Pipe down.” Su Yi brushed his finger across the flat of the blade.

Yao Blood Heaven’s Demise suddenly seemed utterly sealed; it no longer moved in the slightest.

Splurt!

The distant White-Faced Daoist hacked up a mouthful of blood, staggered, then thudded to the ground. He looked listless, and his aura was weak.

The loss of his weapon had obviously dealt him a severe backlash!

“This…” The Malevolent Sword Monarch, Madam Goldenpin, and the others all looked astonished. 

“Just where did that kid come from? How could he possibly be so terrifying?” Old Ghost Thousand Eyes cried out in alarm and disbelief.

“He tricked us all! That kid was obviously pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger!” the One-Armed Demon gnashed his teeth, his expression dark.

 Earlier, on the shore of the Jade Phosphorus Netherworld Lake, Su Yi had offered up nine Pure Yang Fire Perch of his own volition. This seemed like a display of weakness and submission, and it earned him the old monsters’ contempt.

It was then that they ceased to take Su Yi and his companions at all seriously.

Who’d have thought that now, just as they were about to kill Wei Yun, the Spiritual Incarnation young man they disdained would jump in and save Wei Yun from the brink of disaster? 

Even more terrifyingly, Yao Blood Heaven’s Demise, a weapon capable of contending with even an Imperial Demonic Golem, was helpless against Su Yi. This left the old monsters dazed out of their wits.

“Many thanks, Fellow Daoist!” Wei Yun said gratefully. His injuries were severe, and he’d already steeled himself to fight to the bitter end and take the old monsters down with him.

He would never have thought that, just as he was on the brink of death, a young Spiritual Incarnation cultivator would save him!

He couldn’t help but feel as if he were dreaming; it didn’t quite seem real.

Su Yi fiddled with the seven-inch knife, then said casually, “You needn’t thank me. It was nothing at all.”

His reasons for saving Wei Yun were simple.

In his past life, when he and Little Leaf left Yama’s Floating Mountains, an old-timer of the Wei Family had once sworn on his clan’s honor to always watch over and protect the mountain, and to rid the world of evil!

He was even involved in the Wei Family’s establishment of Nightdemon City.

And Wei Yun’s earlier display hadn’t disappointed him. Even knowing that he was doomed, Wei Yun hadn’t forgotten to warn the three of them—complete strangers—to leave.

People of such character were rare and precious. 

“Who are you? There’s no enmity between us, so why do you insist on interfering?” the White-Faced Daoist said in a raspy voice, his expression full of deep-seated dread.

The other old monsters dared not recklessly either. They prepared to face a mighty foe. 

“A passerby,” said Su Yi. As he spoke, he put away Yao Blood Heaven’s Demise, then swept his gaze across the group. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t kill you.”

The old monsters’ expressions shifted. 

Su Yi’s tone was deeply insulting, as if in his eyes, they were nothing but fish on the chopping block for him to do as he pleased with.

Wei Yun found this difficult to understand. “Fellow Daoist, these old monsters have brought disaster to the populace for years. All of them are rotten to the core. Why spare them?”

Su Yi pointed to the black umbrella atop the distant altar. “It’s hungry.”

Just three syllables, but it left the old monsters in a momentary daze. Then, their expressions shifted as they realized what Su Yi wanted to do.

“Get him!” bellowed the Heaven-Slaughtering Ghost Monk.

He’d only just said this when the twenty-or-so remaining old monsters attacked at once, each activating their treasures. They fought with their lives on the line, swarming Su Yi.

Boom!

Misty light surged, and flames churned.

The old monsters had long since decided to fight back, and they’d already conferred in secret. When they attacked, all of them unleashed their trump cards at once.

One vicious and terrifying weapon and destructive secret art after another gathered together, forming a boundless torrent that swept toward Su Yi.

It seemed they planned to take him out in a single onslaught!

But when Su Yi saw this, he subtly shook his head. He couldn’t even be bothered to attack himself.

Instead, he patted the Demonic Golem, and a strange, inscrutable syllable left his lips.

Boom!

The sound seemed to reawaken the Demonic Golem’s power and spirit. Mo Jiu suddenly burst with searing golden light.

His momentum alone left Wei Yun unwittingly wide-eyed and dumbstruck.

The Demonic Golem had been nowhere near as powerful when he’d been controlling it!

Whoosh!

The Demonic Golem stepped forward and punched.

The boundless flood of treasures and secret arts instantly collapsed, filling the sky with a rain of light.

Mo Jiu took another step forward, grabbed an old fiend, and flung him.

The old fiend flew uncontrollably toward the ninety-foot altar. Before he could even struggle, a dark glow reminiscent of an eternal night surged forth and devoured him, leaving nothing behind.

Dim luster arose on the originally still and quiet black umbrella.

“Dammit!”

“Run away!”

The hidden realm was instantly in chaos.

The old monsters were alarmed, furious, frantic, and ill at ease. All of them surged toward the exit like mad.

However, against an Imperial-level Demonic Golem, these long-established elite evildoers seemed utterly pathetic.

In practically a single breath of time, more than ten of them had been captured, flung at the ninety-foot altar, and devoured.

Terrified shrieks, roars of despair, unwilling shouts resounded throughout the hidden realm in waves.

Some of them tried to target Su Yi, only for him to eliminate them before they got close.

Others tried to threaten Cui Jingyan or the old blind man, but all who attempted this were captured by the Demonic Golem and fed to the black umbrella.

Some of them wailed and begged for mercy, but they couldn’t escape the Demonic Puppet.

This bloody scene pushed the few remaining old monsters to the brink of a mental breakdown.

This wasn’t a fight. This was a one-sided massacre!

“Brother Su, why not kill them directly?” Cui Jingyan couldn’t help but ask.

“Dead things are no longer fresh,” Su Yi said casually. “The umbrella doesn’t like that.”

“.....” Cui Jingyan had nothing to say to that.

The old blind man’s expression turned a bit strange too.

Mere moments had passed, but all twenty-or-so old monsters had perished!

The tumultuous, chaotic hidden realm gradually returned to its former peace.

The Demonic Golem stood there indifferently, like a solitary, unmovable mountain.

Wei Yun stood there in a daze. A long time passed before he came back to his senses.

Everything that had just happened didn’t seem quite real.

He couldn’t even imagine how a Spiritual Incarnation Realm young man could possess such terrifying power. He’d even effortlessly suppressed a supreme treasure of the yao path.

He similarly couldn’t imagine how Su Yi had controlled the Demonic Golem to unleash such power; Mo Jiu was far stronger than when he controlled him!

Cui Jingyan and the old blind man were unquestionably calmer by comparison.

After witnessing Su Yi claim victory over Yuan Linning, how could a battle like this possibly shock them? 

However, it was only then that Cui Jingyan realized why Su Yi hadn’t slain the old monsters back on the shore of the Jade Phosphorus Netherworld Lake.

It turned out that he’d long since seen them as prey, and that even then, he’d planned to feed them to that strange and mysterious black umbrella!

When she realized this, Cui Jingyan instantly understood that Su Yi had known there was a black umbrella waiting for them here before they’d even set off!

It was the Swordmaster of Abstruse Force who placed the seal here. How could Su Yi, someone from the Azure Continent, possibly know that? Don’t tell me he’s one of the Swordmaster of Abstruse Force’s descendants?

After all, the Swordmaster of Abstruse Force is also surnamed Su!

And even my grandfather attaches such great importance to him. He must have long since known Su Yi was one of Su Xuanjun’s descendants. Otherwise, why would someone like my grandfather pay any attention to a mere junior?

The young woman felt as if she’d discovered an incredible secret, and her beautiful eyes shone with excitement. When I get home, I’ve got to ask my grandfather about this!

Had Su Yi known what she was thinking, and that she’d pegged him for his own past life’s descendant, who knows what he would have thought…

Meanwhile, Su Yi was already walking toward the ninety-foot black altar.

When he arrived, he took out the remaining Pure Yang Fire Perch and tossed them over.

Whoosh~

Blood-colored light surged forth. Shockingly, it took on the shape of a Vermillion Bird shrouded in bloody mist. Its aura was monstrous and terrifying.

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It beat its misty, blood-colored wings, then opened its beak and grabbed one of the Pure Yang Fire Perch. The other two, it seized in its claws. It then dug in with great relish.

“This…” Cui Jingyan and the old blind man gasped. Only now did they realize that a terrifying, vicious bird was hidden within the altar!

“No wonder anyone who attempted to draw near the altar earlier suffered a lethal attack…” muttered Cui Jingyan.

And Wei Yun said in a quavering voice, “So, what the patriarch said was true!”

“What’s true?” Su Yi asked without so much as turning to look.

Wei Yun steadied himself, then said, “The patriarch of the Wei Family shared secret intelligence with his clansmen. He said that the ninety-foot altar sealed the malevolent soul of a True Spirit Divine Fowl, the Vermillion Bird. Furthermore, he said that the Swordmaster of Abstruse Force left the black umbrella here to keep the bird in check. He warned us that, should any of us have the opportunity to enter this place, we were not to attempt to approach the altar under any circumstances. He said that if we did, we’d bring disaster upon ourselves.”

The malevolent soul of a Vermillion Bird! 

The old blind man’s expression shifted as he recalled a secret he’d once learned from his master.

“So… that rumor was true?” Cui Jingyan couldn’t help but exclaim. It seemed she’d recalled something too.