First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 547: Seeking Revenge

Huan Shaoyou keenly detected the crowd’s strange expressions.

However, this only made him calmer. He kept his surging murderous intent and hatred tightly under control.

He straightened his back, then looked at Su Yi with a faint smile. “Su Yi, are you happy now?”

When they saw the smile on his handsome face, the onlookers felt a chill in their hearts.

Su Yi walked up, stretched out his hand, and brushed the dust off Huan Shaoyou’s shoulders. “And here I thought you wouldn’t dare show up today. So, you’re here after all. That makes me very happy.”

As he spoke, he smiled too. “When we get to Sumeru Immortal Island, I’ll be sure to take very good care of you.”

Huan Shaoyou’s?pupils constricted. “Then I’ll be looking forward to it.”

Su Yi said seriously, “Rest assured. I never let anyone down.”

As the onlookers listened to their conversation, their hearts quivered. Who could miss that their calm, ordinary exchange was chock-full of endless murderous intent?

“Huan Shaoyou, your enemy is right in front of you. Why aren’t you killing him?”

As this voice rang out, a long-haired young man appeared out of nowhere, like a ghost or spirit. His robes were dark as ink, and he carried a sword on his back. His eyes shone as bright as stars, his eyebrows were thick, his skin was coppery, and his figure was lean and well-proportioned. His every movement had a forceful, unrestrained air about it.

“Yan Jingyun! What are you doing here?” Someone couldn’t help but cry out.

Yan Jingyun!

When they heard this name, every monster of the ancient era present reacted visibly.

In their circles, Yan Jingyun was known as the “Sword Maniac.” His talent exceeded the masses, and his accumulations were terrifying beyond limit.

Furthermore, his background was no inferior to Huan Shaoyou’s!

Su Yi’s eyebrows shot up. Weng Jiu had told him that three others would be visiting Sumeru Immortal Island in addition to those who’d placed in the top thirty at the Orchid Terrace Dharma Assembly. All three were monsters of the ancient era.

The first was Mo Xingzhe, who hailed from the Deathbringer’s Netherworld Palace, the former Azure Continent’s top faction of ghost cultivators.

The second was Jing Lingzhen, a disciple of the Burning Sun Sect, one of the continent’s three great yao sects.

And the third was Yan Jingyun, a disciple of the world’s leading Daoist sect, Tianji Dao Mountain.

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All three had illustrious backgrounds.

According to Weng Jiu, their accumulated foundations and talent weren’t necessarily inferior to Huan Shaoyou, Zeng Pu, and Chi Jiansu. They might even be greater.

The only reason they abstained from participating in the Orchid Terrace Dharma Assembly was that they were already on the verge of a breakthrough. If they wanted to visit Sumeru Immortal Island, they had no choice but to seal and suppress their cultivation.

Stepping into the Spiritual Manifestation Realm would mean they were no longer fated to visit Sumeru Immortal Island.

“That sword case is actually rather decent,” said Su Yi when he noticed the case on Yan Jingyun’s back. His eyes shone with a hint of interest.

He could tell that the case’s origins weren’t simple.

“Why shouldn’t I be here?” asked Yan Jingyun with a grin. He was now the center of attention.

He then fixed his gaze on Huan Shaoyou and laughed, “Why aren’t you answering me? Don’t tell me Su Yi beat every last drop of courage out of you? And that all you can do now is lower your head and submit?”

This wasn’t the least bit polite. Huan Shaoyou’s expression darkened, and he said coldly, “Yan Jingyun, did you just come here to make fun of me?”

“Of course not.” Yan Jingyun shook his head and grinned. “I’m not that bored.”

“Yan Yingjun, aren’t you supposed to have stepped into the Spiritual Manifestation Realm a long time ago?” Chi Jiansu suddenly asked. She was dressed in military attire, and her gaze was as sharp as a knife. A serpentine bone earring hung from her earlobe, and she seemed wild and unrestrained.

“It’s just a rumor. Don’t take it seriously,” said Yan Jingyun with a helpless shrug. “Of course, if I hadn’t long since known that Sumeru Immortal Island hid an opportunity to achieve a perfect breakthrough, I wouldn’t have bitterly repressed my cultivation all this time.”

The crowd was dimly starting to understand, and their hearts churned.

Yan Jingyun, a peak-level figure even among monsters of the ancient era, had bitterly suppressed his cultivation for years all for the sake of a perfect breakthrough!

This was unquestionably startling.

However, quite a few of the other top elites shared Yan Jingyun’s goal. They weren’t surprised by this.

Sumeru Immortal Island was one of the Great Xia’s Three Great Forbidden Grounds. It still stood; it had survived the corrosive effects of thirty thousand years of the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness.

Rumor had it that the island hid more than just clues to the origins of the Prohibition of Darkness and fortune connected to the Sumeru Shrine. They said the island also contained an extremely ancient portion of the world’s?source energy!

Only by seizing the world’s source energy could an Origin Dao cultivator achieve a truly perfect metamorphosis while breaking into the Spirit Dao.

“And you must be Su Yi.” Yan Jingyun suddenly turned to look at Su Yi. He smiled and inclined his head in greeting. “My name is Yan Jingyun, and I’m a sword cultivator.”

He paused, then said, “Fellow Daoist, I heard that you relied on the power of your Sword Dao to suppress Huan Shaoyou to the point of utter helplessness. I’m extremely intrigued. If we get the chance, I’d love to request your guidance.”

This was no different from publicly bringing up Huan Shaoyou’s failures. Huan Shaoyou’s expression darkened, but in the end, he said nothing.

However, Su Yi said distractedly, “I have no interest in guiding a stranger.” contemporary romance

“....” The crowd didn’t know what to say.

Yan Jingyun was stunned too, but soon, he laughed and said no more.

Shortly afterward, Jing Lingzhen and Mo Xingzhe arrived too.

Jing Lingzhen was tall, thin, and dressed in robes embroidered with dragons. His long, thick hair was tangled, and his face was completely bloodless, making him seem weak and sickly.

He was extremely cold and aloof by nature. After arriving, he shut his eyes in repose, ignoring everyone else present.

However, no one dared overlook him.

He was a member of the Burning Sun Sect and a monster of the ancient era. Few in the modern Great Xia had heard his name, but his fellow monsters of the ancient era knew that he was utterly ruthless!

Mo Xingzhe was dignified and dressed in green. He carried a snow-white feather fan in one hand. His looks would stand out of any crowd; he seemed like an elegant young nobleman.

He had a gentle, reserved presence, and his eyes shone with faint silvery light. When he appeared, he caused no small commotion.

Some of the other monsters of the ancient era took turns greeting him, faint hints of dread in their expressions.

Thirty thousand years ago, the Deathbringer’s Netherworld Palace was the greatest faction of ghost cultivators beneath the heavens.

Mo Xingzhe was one of their members as well as a monster of the ancient era.

Rumor had it that he’d inherited the mantle of the first palace master of the Deathbringer’s Netherworld Palace, the Netherworld Asura Emperor!

Against all expectations, shortly after Mo Xingzhe arrived, he walked right up to Su Yi and said, “Are you the one who killed the Deathbringer’s Netherworld Palace’s Nirvanic Winds Holy Son?”

Just one sentence made it clear that he was here for revenge!

“That’s right.” Su Yi nodded.

Mo Xingzhe’s eyes flashed with faint silver light. He thought for a moment, then said, “Return the Deathbringer’s Netherworld Palace’s Demonic Womb, and I can let bygones be bygones.”

A Demonic Womb!

Everyone who heard this couldn’t help but look moved. All of them were well aware of how precious a Demonic Womb was. It was absolutely a rare, ultimate treasure!

However, aside from Wen Xinzhao, Yue Shichan, and a select few others, almost no one present knew that Su Yi had once stolen a Demonic Womb from the Netherworld’s Divine Palace!

Su yi couldn’t help but laugh. “I took the Demonic Womb as a trophy. Why should I give it back to you?”

“....”

He spoke with righteous assurance, as if this were perfectly obvious. Who could argue with that?

Mo Xingzhe furrowed his brow. “There’s already a grudge between you and Huan Shaoyou. You’ve thoroughly offended the Huan Family. Do you want an irrevocable grudge between you and the Deathbringer’s Netherworld Palace too? Is a single Demonic Womb worth it?”

He no longer made any attempt to hide the implied threat.

Huan Shaoyou couldn’t help but rub his jaw. Inwardly, he was furious.

He’d long since realized that after suffering a grievous defeat at Su Yi’s hands, he was now little more than a foil to highlight Su Yi’s brilliance.

But people kept bringing it up right in front of Su Yi. To Huan Shaoyou, this was little different than getting slapped in public.

If he didn’t get rid of Su Yi, this would only keep happening.

Every time someone brought up Su Yi, they’d mention Huan Shaoyou’s defeat. They’d compare and discuss them, and…

This was far too humiliating, like being insulted behind his back. He could only wash this shame away once Su Yi was dead.

But Su Yi only sighed and shook his head. “If threats were useful against me, would that have happened to Huan Shaoyou?”

The onlookers’ expressions turned a bit strange, while Huan Shaoyou glowered. Killing intent welled within his heart; he was so angry he wanted to go on a rampage.

Yan Jingyun had made fun of him as soon as he arrived.

Now, Mo Xingzhe was using his miserable experience as a talking point as he stared down Su Yi. It was as if they were repeatedly salting his wounds; it was just too much!

The depths of Huan Shaoyou’s gaze surged with viciousness, and he said coldly, “Mo Xingzhe, if you dare bring me up again, don’t blame me for my poor manners!”

Mo Xingzhe smiled. “Brother Huan, don’t be angry. Now that you mention it, we have a common enemy. Logically speaking, we ought to face our shared foe together.”

He paused, then stared intently at Su Yi. “A wise man adapts to circumstances. You obviously lack that awareness. In that case, we’ll just have to wait and see… what happens on Sumeru Immortal Island!”

With that, he turned and walked toward a different section of the ritual grounds. He paid Su Yi no further heed.

When the group saw this, they were inwardly alarmed.

Huan Shaoyou already saw Su Yi as his enemy. Now, Su Yi and Mo Xingzhe were at odds. When they arrived at Sumeru Immortal Island, this was sure to end in death!

Actually, when they thought about it seriously, they onlookers realized that even Yan Jingyun had expressed a desire for Su Yi’s “guidance.”

Of course, such “guidance” was, in fact, no different from combat.

Su Yi wasn’t at all concerned about any of this.

During this trip to Sumeru Immortal Island, Huan Shaoyou had to die.

As for Mo Xingzhe, since he’d taken the initiative to throw his life away, Su Yi figured he might as well send him on his way while he was at it.

Of course, if anyone else was blind and foolish enough to come knocking on his door, he’d deal with them too.

Ge Qian had been standing behind Su Yi all this time. The corners of his lips twitched imperceptibly.

When gods and immortals fought, it was the ordinary people who suffered.

Ge Qian couldn’t even imagine how many storms and how much bloodshed he’d face on Sumeru Immortal Island if he traveled with Su Yi.

He had always been scrupulously cautious; he’d never experienced anything like this before.

In contrast, Yue Shichan was much calmer and more composed.

Shortly afterward.

The emperor of the Great Xia arrived, leading Weng Jiu and a group of prominent experts!

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