"That person's eyes... I will never forget them in my life... There was no anger, no killing intent, not even the slightest hint of 'human' emotion... It was like a sword standing high above, only knowing how to execute the laws of the Heavenly Dao... It was like... the legendary... the unspeakable..."
"Clang—!"
Just at the moment when Deacon Wang was about to spit out the last few words—
An extremely short, clear sword cry, which did not sound in the physical space at all, exploded without warning deep within the seas of consciousness of Gu Yang and Zhao Yuelian!
That was a "sharpness" that had reached the absolute extreme.
Even the violently spewing earth vein poison fire around them bizarrely stagnated for half a breath at the instant this sword cry sounded.
Deacon Wang's hoarse voice, like a broken bellows, came to an abrupt halt.
He remained in his posture of kneeling on the ground, looking up in terror. His body didn't explode, no blood spurted out, and not even the slightest ripple appeared in the surrounding space.
However, Gu Yang's dark eyes shrank to the size of pinpricks at this moment.
Right in the center of Deacon Wang's wrinkled brow, a red line as thin as a hair emerged extremely slowly.
"Thud."
The luster in the depths of his eyes was instantly completely extinguished, like a dying candle blown out by a fierce wind.
His withered body fell straight forward, smashing heavily onto the scalding rock wall without the slightest struggle.
That extremely hidden, yet absolutely overbearing intangible sword intent had directly crossed an unknown number of tens of thousands of miles of space.
Like a sharp blade that could cleave heaven and earth, it split Deacon Wang's divine soul in two right down the middle!
Instant obliteration!
A pungent smell of rusty iron and blood flashed through the scorching air and vanished.
Zhao Yuelian, standing half a step behind Gu Yang, trembled violently.
The blood color completely drained from her cold, stunningly beautiful pale face.
"Is this... Soul-Slaying Sword Intent?!"
This Fairy Lingshuang, at the great perfection of the late Core Formation stage, only felt her hands and feet turn icy cold at this moment, a chill shooting straight from her tailbone to the top of her skull.
She stared fixedly at the corpse on the ground whose divine soul had completely dissipated.
Leaving a mark silently in someone else's territory, and once the core secret was touched upon, directly crossing tens of thousands of miles to obliterate the divine soul!
This terrifying method was something even Nascent Soul old monsters might not be able to achieve.
In the entire Eastern Region of the Cangyun Continent, only those lunatics who had severed all emotions and desires, treating all living beings as straw dogs, could accomplish this!
Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions.
The Supreme Sword Sect!
Gu Yang used the intelligence expansion function without hesitation.
[Do you wish to spend 10 Destiny Points to expand the intelligence on the sword intent?]
"Yes!"
[Remaining Destiny Points: 210]
[Green Intelligence: The one who obliterated Deacon Wang's divine soul just now was the secret "Supreme Emotionless Sword Intent" of the Supreme Sword Sect. This sword intent had lain dormant in his sea of consciousness as early as half a month ago. Note: The reason the hidden piece could bypass the mountain-protecting grand array was because the array's life gate was actively opened for a full half-hour that night by a certain "Cloud Water Almighty" holding the sect master's token.]
The pale blue light screen quietly dissipated.
The cold glint in the depths of Gu Yang's eyes became extremely intense at this instant.
All the clues completely closed the loop in this dark, scorching abandoned mine tunnel.
A terrifyingly bloody web was thus pieced together.
"So that's how it is."
A bone-chilling curve hooked the corners of his lips.
That old dog Zhao Wuji thought he was the chess player, wanting to borrow a knife to kill someone and scheme against Shen Qingyue. But he didn't know that the mad dogs of the Supreme Sword Sect had long had their eyes on that Nine Yin Body, plotting to capture her alive.
And the most ridiculous part—
The grand array the Falling Cloud Sect relied on to protect the mountain was opened from the inside by its own sect master.
Cloud Water Almighty. Holding the sect master's token, cultivating the Cloud Water Incantation as the main technique. In the entire Falling Cloud Sect, there was only one person.
Liu Yunzi.
"What an immortal-like, righteous sect master."
Gu Yang sneered in his heart.
To eradicate Zhao Wuji, this biggest political threat, this person not only actively invited wolves into the house but also watched helplessly as enemy sect sword cultivators tampered with the poison, using their own genius disciple as a sacrificial victim.
Afterward, he would put on a face of great righteousness, calmly clean up the mess, and legitimately swallow all the benefits.
This greedy behavior was a hundred times uglier than that of demonic cultivators.
"Young Master..."
Zhao Yuelian's voice carried a trace of trembling that was suppressed to the limit.
She subconsciously moved half a step forward, like a chick seeking shelter in a rainstorm, instinctively wanting to get closer to that broad, tall back.
However, Gu Yang still stood in place with his hands behind his back.
His deep dark eyes quietly looked at the thin bloodline on the ground.
No panic, no fury.
Even the rhythm of his breathing hadn't faltered in the slightest.
"The Supreme Sword Sect."
His thin lips slowly, very slowly curled into a cold sneer.
"So, the ones who want to drain my master's Nine Yin origin... are this group of living dead whose brains have been ruined by practicing the sword."
The sole of his boot casually kicked Deacon Wang's corpse.
That demeanor made it seem as if the cross-realm sword strike that was enough to awe the entire Eastern Region just now was nothing more than a wisp of breeze brushing past his ear.
Zhao Yuelian stared at that unfathomable side profile.
Her heart, beating violently out of fear, suddenly skipped a beat without warning.
Just how big of a game of chess was the Young Master playing?
Whether it was the Falling Cloud Sect or the Supreme Sword Sect... in his eyes, they were probably nothing more than chess pieces that could be discarded at any time.
"Thud."
Her knees went soft, and she knelt humbly yet resolutely on the scalding scorched rock.
Her dharma robe slid half an inch off her rounded shoulders, revealing the fine, crystal-clear fragrant sweat on her pale, cold skin.
"This servant... congratulates the Young Master on seeing through the maze."
She tilted up that cold, stunningly beautiful face, her autumn-water bright eyes rippling with breathtaking moisture.
"Whether the road ahead is a mountain of blades and a sea of fire, or the Supreme Sword Pool—"
"This servant's broken body is willing to trample all thorns for the Young Master."
Gu Yang lowered his eyes.
The Supreme Sword Sect's setup was deeper than he had anticipated.
But this was exactly what he wanted.
The greater the opportunity, the denser the web of karma. And the daily intelligence in his hands was least afraid of unraveling mysteries layer by layer.
He didn't go to retrieve the jade box left behind by Deacon Wang; instead, he shifted his gaze not far away—to the female envoy of the River Fiend Sect whose ankle he had crushed, slumped against the rock wall like mud.
"Stuff the Flame Marrow on the ground into that woman's clothes."
His voice was cold and hard as iron, carrying an unquestionable cruel calculation.
"Cripple her cultivation, sever the tendons in her hands and feet, and leave her with one breath."
Zhao Yuelian was slightly taken aback, and then a terrifying bloodthirsty light burst from her fox-like eyes.
"The Young Master's meaning is... to frame her? Deacon Wang stole what he was guarding and was silenced by the female envoy of the River Fiend Sect. That sword intent of the Supreme Sword Sect was formless and immaterial, leaving no spiritual energy fluctuations—the Law Enforcement Hall of the Falling Cloud Sect will only follow the vine to the River Fiend Sect."
"Let the Falling Cloud Sect and that group of demonic cultivators bite each other first like dogs." Gu Yang lifted his foot, the corner of his clothes flapping loudly in the back-rolling earth fire, "Stir this pool of water even muddier."
He strode out with his long legs, walking out of the cave without looking back.
"Clean it up. I'll wait for you in the cave dwelling."
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
