In an ancient underground tomb.
Dozens of grotesque tomb guardian beasts writhed in the darkness, each larger than a grown man. Only when they drew near the flickering torchlight did their forms become clear.
Human-faced bats.
Swoosh—
A gleaming sword sliced through one, cleaving it effortlessly in two.
The firelight illuminated the blade in the dim chamber.
Dozens of sword rays crisscrossed the air as the disciples of the Hengyun Sword Sect wielded their Flowing White Sword Formation, fending off the savage creatures attacking from all sides.
The formation appeared unshakable.
Yet nearly every swordsman bore injuries.
"This is clearly no place of inheritance," muttered Bai Jinghong, his chest bleeding, his face tinged with green from poison.
"Jinghong, you should retreat into the formation to recuperate. You're poisoned," Cao Mu said gravely.
Suddenly, his eyes flickered upward as a shadow darted from above. He leapt like a spring uncoiling, slamming into it midair.
It was a four-winged bat, cunningly evading the sword light before vanishing back into the shadows to watch.
"Watch the ceiling!" Cao Mu roared.
The group tensed immediately.
These tomb guardians were chaotic and disorganized, individually weak but unnervingly sly, employing bizarre tactics.
The three elites of Hengyun exchanged glances and took a deep breath.
They had been separated from their elders upon entering and then ambushed by these creatures. Their original plan—to hold their ground until the elders found them—now seemed impossible. They’d be worn down before help arrived.
"We must kill the Bat King."
"Only Jinghong can wound it."
"We need to wait for the right moment..."
This was a joint sword technique they had learned after listening to Ying Bing’s lectures in the Sword City. The three silently adjusted their breathing, circulating their sword energy.
Then Cao Mu, the most keen-eared, suddenly gave a signal.
The instant he did, Bai Jinghong was enveloped in a river-like surge of sword energy, shooting skyward in a flash toward the shadow above.
The massive human-faced Bat King seemed to sense danger, emitting a skull-splitting sonic screech before attempting to flee into darkness.
But Bai Jinghong was faster, chasing it with his sword.
In the darkness, sword light flashed, wings flapped wildly, and the beast’s death shrieks grew increasingly shrill.
After a long ten seconds—
Thud!
Two halves of the corpse crashed to the ground.
The swarming shadows finally scattered like headless flies.
"Jinghong!"
"Senior Brother!"
Bai Jinghong’s face was now entirely green, his breath weak. He staggered upon landing, nearly collapsing.
"It’s fine. With time, the poison won’t be a problem."
The group sighed in relief—at least the immediate danger had passed. Once the elders arrived, everything would be resolved...
"Stay alert," Wu Chushu warned, shoving a handful of antidote pills into Bai Jinghong’s hand. "Who knows what else lurks—"
Thud—
Before he could finish, the ground trembled, sending pebbles bouncing.
Footsteps. But far too heavy...
Cao Mu’s expression twisted in horror, sweat dripping from his brow.
"Something’s coming... straight for us."
"Don’t tell me those earlier beasts were just the appetizer..." Wu Chushu muttered before slapping his own mouth.
"!!"
The group paled, their breaths instinctively quieting.
Senior Brother Wu, can you please shut your mouth?!
Way to jinx it!
One bold swordsman hurled a light source forward, dispelling the darkness—and revealing the approaching silhouette.
The shadow dwarfed the previous tomb guardians, easily several times larger, resembling the black Nian beast in both size and kind.
This, too, was a black Nian. Its eyes gleamed with something disturbingly human—
Mockery?
Those earlier disaster beasts had been its doing.
Bai Jinghong was the only one who could wound it, and now he was barely standing.
"Screw it, let’s fight to the death."
"It’s just a peak fourth-realm beast... worst case, we take it down with us!"
Wu Chushu tore his sleeve, binding his sword to his hand.
Cao Mu shot him a silent glare.
If they survived this, he was going to poison Wu Chushu’s voice box.
Whoosh—
A foul wind blasted past as the black Nian lunged, showing no interest in toying with prey—only in devouring them whole.
The swordsmen braced for a desperate last stand.
Then, a familiar voice echoed through the tomb:
"Move aside!"
Instinctively, they obeyed.
A chilling aura surged from the darkness behind them, followed by a dazzling, icy sword light.
Like a fleeting shadow piercing the void, the sword moved faster than the eye could follow.
Sssk—
The blade plunged into the black Nian’s chest.
Frost spread from the wound, threatening to freeze it solid in moments.
The beast stared in shock at the cold-faced maiden holding the sword, then spoke in human tongue:
"You... didn’t die?"
It erupted into frenzy, ignoring the Hengyun disciples entirely as it charged her.
But then—
A series of glowing talismans materialized in the air, freezing the beast mid-motion.
A figure followed close behind the maiden, swinging a hammer wreathed in raging karma flames. The crushing force came down like a falling mountain.
Boom!
The Nian was smashed into the ground.
Without pause, the attacker pounced, hammering relentlessly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each strike shook the tomb.
"Mother of..." Wu Chushu gulped.
"It’s them," Cao Mu exhaled in relief.
Bai Jinghong’s tension also eased.
Finally, the hammering ceased. That Nian had likely been pulverized into paste.
"As expected of the Divine—"
"Hm?"
"Er—I mean, as expected of Sword Immortal Li!"
Wu Chushu eyed the bloodstained hammer and awkwardly corrected himself.
"Thank you, Sword Immortal Li, for saving our lives."
The disciples, abandoning pride, showered the young Li with praise, their flattery endless.
"What luck, running into you here."
"Not entirely luck."
Li Mo had taken a detour for this, deliberately straying from the optimal path in the tomb’s puzzle.
Just then, the system chimed:
[Congratulations, Host. Successful investment in ‘Wu Chushu,’ preventing his demise.]
[You have unclaimed investment rewards.]
[Congratulations, Host. Successful investment in ‘Bai Jinghong,’ preventing his demise.]
[You have unclaimed investment rewards.]
...
At least the rescue came with compensation.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
