Embers of Sword

Chapter 337 Peeping
Fangyuanfang, doing business with people all over the world.

As long as you give enough silver and meet the conditions... Fangyuanfang can do anything.

"Just send people off, no fighting?"

Junshan Zhenren, who had floated aboard at some point, crossed his arms and spoke quietly from behind Shopkeeper Qian: "Doesn't Fangyuanfang claim to do all kinds of business?"

"Fangyuanfang does all kinds of business."

Shopkeeper Qian turned around and said with a smile, "But we need to let you know in advance. The price offered by that 'noble' can only allow the Purple and Blue Treasure Ship to take you across the river... As for fighting, that is another price."

"Tsk, mercenary..."

Junshan curled his lips.

Shopkeeper Qian was not angry, but just smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, please forgive me for this... Without rules, there will be no order."

Under the blessing of Deng Baiyi's talismans.

In less than half an hour, the delegation completed the transportation, and all the carriages and scriptures were moved onto the purple and blue treasure ship.

"Crash!"

Shopkeeper Qian raised his hand.

The big sail is hoisted.

A faint green light was seen burning on both sides of the treasure ship. Amidst the roar, it slowly sailed towards the lower reaches of Qujiang River. The large ship Fangyuanfang was driven by the formation pattern. Even though the waves in Qujiang River were big, it still moved forward steadily. However, the formation pattern consumed a large amount of Yuanshi, so the rental price was extremely high.

"This journey will take about three hours."

Shopkeeper Qian bowed and said with a soft smile, "Everyone, if there is nothing else, Qian will leave."

Say it.

He left leisurely and went to the cabin. This purple treasure ship had many guest rooms. Because the "noble" gave enough silver, these guest rooms had been cleaned and could be occupied at any time, but some quiet rooms were locked by array patterns. Qian San closed the door, and the array pattern glowed green. He actually ignored the guests on board and entered a state of seclusion.

"This guy is really weird."

Junshan Zhenren couldn't help but mutter: "Aren't you afraid that this treasure ship will be smashed by someone?"

"Fangyuanfang's business rarely loses money."

Xie Xuanyi stood in front of the railing, looking at the Jiang Wu in front of him, and said softly: "Do you know why?"

"Why?"

Master Junshan narrowed his eyes.

"Because the two great masters of Fangyuanfang are too resourceful."

Xie Xuanyi lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "Whoever smashed the ship will have to pay the corresponding amount of money. Qian San doesn't want to fight because he just wants to do a business, not risk his life."

"interesting……"

Master Junshan also laughed softly.

But he wasn't laughing at Fang Yuan Fang.

But at this moment, it was the figures on the other side of the river fog. At the end of the fog, a few extremely thin shadows could be seen. The wind and waves were rolling, and there was a faint crisp sound coming through the river breeze... No one was more familiar with the sound of "swords" than Junshan and Xie Xuanyi.

"Only twelve?"

Junshan Zhenren's feet were suspended in the air. His two palms were lightly pressing on the railing without exerting any strength, but his face turned gloomy.

The eyes that always had a smile on their faces now looked cold and majestic.

He seemed to have regained the dignity of a reincarnated Yang God, and said unhappily, "Foundation building, Qi control... there are only one or two people in the Cave Heaven Realm. If you want to kill the envoys, isn't that a bit too contemptuous?"

"Two Taoist brothers, let's discuss something."

Xie Xuanyi spoke softly.

"..."

The tall monk holding the golden staff turned his head slightly and guessed what Xie Xuanyi was going to say.

"These scumbags can be dealt with by just one person."

Xie Xuanyi said calmly: "It just so happens that my Dao principles still need some sharpening...why don't you two give this opportunity to me?"

"Just to my liking."

Miao Zhen said calmly: "I just want to see the scenery of Qujiang River, and I don't want to cause trouble."

"These people are not worthy of my sword."

Junshan Zhenren sneered: "Mr. Xie, you are really not picky. In this case, you can go. I will also take a look at the scenery of Qujiang River."

"Brother Junshan."

Xie Xuanyi pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "...This time, I'm afraid you'll have to step aside for a bit."

"Oh?"

Master Junshan raised his eyebrows.

……

……

The river was filled with fog, and twelve flying swords were hovering above the river.

"Xuan Wu, did you see clearly?"

The leader was a middle-aged monk in a red robe. He had his hands behind his back, looked unhappy, and spoke in a low voice.

Next to him was a young cave-sky sword cultivator who was holding a snuff bottle and observing the river view in the distance through the mist.

"Master, the fog is too thick today. Although I have the magic weapon bestowed by the Supreme Leader, I cannot see through the formation of the treasure ship no matter what."

Xuan Wu looked a little ugly.

He took a big puff of smoke, and his eyes became clear, with even golden light flowing out of his pupils.

But how to see it.

The big ship was covered in a golden color.

"and many more……"

“I seem to see it!”

Xuan Wu suddenly became excited. The fog dissipated, and the treasure ship slowly approached. At the end of the golden formation, he saw three figures standing at the bow: "Master! There are three people!"

"three people?"

The red-robed monk raised his eyebrows and asked quickly, "Which three are they? Did you see them clearly? Is it a tall monk, a young man in black, and a child in Taoist robes?"

"This……"

Xuan Wu hesitated again: "I can't see clearly, I can only see three blurry figures..."

"waste."

The red-robed monk snatched the snuff bottle and took a deep breath of the smoke.

He concentrated and looked towards the ship.

"Rumble, rumble—"

The purple and green treasure ship collided with the river waves, and his divine sense instantly arrived at the edge of the formation.

However, what he saw was different from what Xuan Wu said.

"Three people... I only saw two..."

The red-robed monk said coldly: "A monk and a black-robed boy..."

next moment.

The red-robed monk was startled, his back instantly wet with cold sweat. The scene he saw changed. The black-robed young man who was standing in front of the railing with the tall monk actually cast his gaze towards where he was... and then disappeared on the spot.

A strong sense of crisis suddenly emerged in his heart.

"Formation!"

"Formation!!"

The red-robed monk shouted loudly and quickly gathered his thoughts. The eleven disciples dispersed in order according to their cultivation levels and stepped on the flying swords. Two disciples in the foundation-building stage had unstable cultivation and had to rely on the way of talismans to come to the river with difficulty. At this moment, they were even more shaky, filling in the missing edges of the sword formation!
Twelve people, twelve sword energies, some thick and some thin.

In an instant, it formed into a giant red python!
The red-robed monk was in the lead, with Xuan Wu standing on one side. These two cave-sky realm monks formed the "python head" of the entire sword formation, which was quite majestic. The python body that followed looked a bit "rough and funny" due to the low realm of the monks.

"Om-"

A sword sounded, breaking through the river fog.

Xie Xuanyi rode on the flying sword and arrived in an instant. He just glanced coldly at the sword formation in front of him, and without saying a word, he pointed his finger.

The principle of destruction, condensed into 30%!
A long black whip pierced through the sky and earth and fell down with a loud bang!
"boom!"

The red-robed monk looked up and found that the sky in front of him suddenly darkened. He quickly raised his hands and turned the entire sword formation around, ready to meet the perfect blow from the cave master with his full strength.

The river water exploded. The sword formation formed by twelve people was broken in an instant.

There was a crackling sound, the sword formation was broken, and the swords were shattered along with them.

The two "python heads" who still looked like they were still alive withstood the attack.

But the remaining ten people fell into the river one after another. The two foundation-building cultivators were the worst off. They were unable to control their energy to leave the river and were directly swept into the river by the waves of Qujiang River.

Wailing and screaming echoed on the river.

"..."

Xie Xuanyi watched this scene expressionlessly.

He noticed the snuff bottle in the red-robed monk's hand.

"Were you sent by Yuan Jimo?"

Xie Xuanyi stood on the waves of the river with his hands behind his back. The Purple and Green Treasure Ship did not move in this direction but slightly avoided the wave. The river surface within a radius of thirty feet was covered by Xie Xuanyi's sword energy. His voice could not be heard and his spiritual thoughts could not be sent out.

"What are you talking about...Who is Yuan Jimo? We don't know him!"

Xuan Wu, the young disciple beside the red-robed monk, gritted his teeth and spoke gloomily.

"……Ah."

Xie Xuanyi couldn't help but sneer.

He said sarcastically: "If you have nothing to do with Yuan Jimo, just deny it directly. Why bother with this? Is there any cultivator in this world who doesn't know Yuan Jimo's bad reputation?"

This statement came out.

The red-robed monk and Xuan Wu's expressions changed.

"I know that you are of low realm and mediocre ability. You came to Qujiang not to intercept the boat."

Xie Xuanyi said calmly: "One is in the initial stage of the cave heaven, and the other is in the seventh stage of the cave heaven. Even if Yuan Jimo was blind, he would not send you to intercept and kill the envoys..."

This statement may be hurtful, but it is true.

Xie Xuanyi knew.

These people were sent by Yuan Jimo to spy on the movements of the diplomatic mission.

The route along the way was strange, and every time they stopped to rest, the delegation would set up formations and talismans to ensure that nothing could leak out.

Xie Xuanyi hid "Junshan" very well.

But the news of this Taoist reincarnation could not be concealed. Yuan Jimo must have been suspicious. These people were most likely here to confirm the existence of Junshan.

"Fellow Daoist, what are you talking about? We just happened to pass by."

The red-robed monk took a deep breath and said coldly, "This Qujiang River is owned by everyone in the world... Why are you acting so rudely, fellow Daoist? Are you going to kill me just because I took a few glances at you?"

The wind whistled on the river, and the river surface was briefly silent.

"I'm from Dasui Sword Palace."

"My last name is Xie."

Xie Xuanyi spoke softly and revealed his identity.

These two sentences are enough to remind many people of the heart-wrenching past.

"you……"

The middle-aged red-robed monk looked a little panicked.

The connection between Dasui Sword Palace and the surname Xie inevitably reminds people of Beihai ten years ago.

He thought of Xie Xuanyi who had gone on a killing spree back then.

If there is a disagreement, they will fight and kill!

This is what that killer embryo is capable of doing!
"In compliance with the decree of the Great Chu Emperor, Xie is escorting the Fanyin Temple delegation back home. If there are any obstacles along the way, Xie can kill them first and report later. This is a special permission granted by the Emperor!"

The playful smile on Xie Xuanyi's face gradually disappeared, and his tone was cold and indifferent: "The reason I talked to you for a few more words earlier was just because I was in a good mood... If you are unwilling to cooperate, I will send you all to see the King of Hell in ten breaths at most."

Say it.

Xie Xuanyi released his divine consciousness.

Rumble!
The still surging river water suddenly froze like ice.

The disciples who were still struggling on the river also froze, with most of their bodies covered by the cold sword intent.

"Master..."

Xuan Wu looked pale and trembling at this moment. Under the strong pressure, he couldn't even utter complete words.

The red-robed monk is not much better.

He was shaking all over.

"I ask, you answer. Don't force me to search your soul."

Xie Xuanyi said expressionlessly: "What did Yuan Jimo send you to do?"

"I……"

The red-robed monk struggled hard for a moment, and soon his mind collapsed completely.

"The Sovereign sent us to spy on the treasure ship..."

"But I didn't see anything..."

Seeing that Xie Zhen did not respond.

"Every word I just said is true. I dare not lie in the slightest..."

The red-robed monk burst into tears, knelt down, and begged in a pitiful voice: "Thank you, sir, please spare my life!"

Xie Xuanyi noticed the interesting thing about the red-robed monk's words.

He laughed sarcastically and said, "It's not a bad idea to spare your life. But what about the other disciples? They came to Qujiang with you..."

"They? What do they have to do with me!"

The red-robed monk did not hesitate at all. He decisively put on a humble smile and said, "If you are happy, just kill them all!"

Xuan Wu was stunned.

Those disciples who were frozen in the river by the sword intent were all stunned.

"After all, these people have been through life and death with you."

Xie Xuanyi said softly: "You are really ruthless... No wonder Yuan Jimo would use you."

next moment.

The smile on the red-robed monk's face suddenly froze.

Xie Xuanyi stretched out a finger and gently tapped the red-robed monk's forehead.

hum!
A wisp of the Way of Destruction directly swept into the opponent's soul sea.

After seeing the ugly face of the red-robed monk, Xie Xuanyi did not believe what the other party said, and directly used the method of "soul search" to forcibly search for the memories he wanted... This person's name was Huo Qu. He had a small hill of his own in Qujiang. He accepted several disciples and relied on the care of the Imperial City Bureau to establish his own sect.

Huo Qu did not lie. He was just an insignificant pawn under Yuan Jimo.

This time he was sent to Qujiang.

It was just to see what was happening on the Ziqing Treasure Ship.

The Fangyuanfang formation was very powerful. Huo Qu's spiritual realm was average, so he didn't see any useful information, so he was discovered by the spiritual thoughts of Xie Xuanyi, Junshan, and Miaozhen.

"Kachacha..."

Xie Xuanyi withdrew the fingers that were touching his forehead.

Sword intent bursts out.

The body of the red-robed monk kneeling in the air shattered like porcelain. Before Huo Qu died, his face was full of flattering smiles. After a few breaths, the river breeze blew, and his body shattered into pieces like broken porcelain and scattered onto the river.

"Crash!"

Xie Xuanyi released the restraint and suppression of the sword intent, and the river water within a radius of thirty feet began to surge again.

These people also regained their freedom.

"Master..."

Xuan Wu stared at the flying ashes in front of him, then collapsed and knelt down.

There was pain in his eyes.

But more of it is sadness.

(End of this chapter)