Qin Shi: I went astray in the Heavenly Sect

Chapter 115 Battle of the Eight Swords of the King of Yue, Absolute Territory
In the Purple Orchid Pavilion, Ji Wuye looked at the girl in front of him with some surprise, but when he heard what she said, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Interesting, no wonder he's a top-tier assassin from the Luo Wang organization."

Ji Wuye ultimately chose to close the door and beat the dog.

Inside the Purple Orchid Pavilion, the guests had already been persuaded to leave. Xuan Jian, who had transformed into a purple butterfly, pushed open the door, and naturally, his other avatars also appeared at this moment.

"Squeak!!"

The door was pushed open, and as the darkness dissipated, Xuan Jian was taken aback when he saw who had entered.

"Interesting, he's right, you guys really do have a knack for creating surprises!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Liang was taken aback. This scene was somewhat different from what he had imagined; it seemed that the other party had anticipated it all along.

"According to our intelligence, there is at least a Grandmaster-level figure lurking in the quicksand, and his strength should be the strongest."

Zhang Liang narrowed his eyes. Although he was unsure of the other party's plans, it was best to wait and see how things unfolded in the current situation.

"Guests are always welcome, and it would be impolite not to offer tea. Please sit down and enjoy a cup of fragrant tea."

Zhang Liang did not panic. Instead, he unveiled the Eight Linglong according to the pre-arranged plan, which also served as a way to buy time.

Outside the room, a young boy blocked the way of a man wearing a bronze mask and Qin soldier's attire.

"I’m waiting for you!"

Upon hearing the boy's words, the newcomer was taken aback. He said with great interest, "It seems that you are the person he sensed. I was always curious before about how a Grandmaster-level combat power could appear in such a godforsaken place as South Korea. Now it seems that his senses were correct."

"What intrigues me even more is your age. To have such skill at such a young age, you must have encountered some extraordinary adventure!"

The newcomer didn't seem afraid of the boy who suddenly appeared in front of him; instead, he looked at him with interest.

"You can choose to join us and tell us where that person is, and we might spare your life. After all, geniuses are always treated well, no matter where they are."

Upon hearing the other person's words, a hint of sarcasm appeared on the boy's lips.

"To become a killer who can't see the light of day?"

The newcomer narrowed his eyes, but dared not be careless. He had not noticed the other party appearing there, which meant that the other party's skills were no less than his own. Although the boy in front of him was young, he was actually an opponent who could match him.

"You seem to have a misunderstanding about assassins. Assassins walk in the shadows, which may sound bad, but where there is light, there is darkness. Compared to those hypocrites who walk in the light, we think the profession of assassin is more real."

"Besides being an assassin, we can also be the punishers of evil. We can do what those young masters and nobles can't, and we can do it without restraint. Compared to them being bound by moral shackles, aren't our lives much freer?"

Upon hearing the other person's words, the boy suddenly smiled.

He hadn't expected that the person in front of him was actually an artist of language. If assassins were truly as unrestrained as the other person described, then the world would have long since become the domain of assassins.

"What ridiculous remarks. Admittedly, there is some truth to what you said, but such an organization is definitely not the Net. The Net is a weapon that has no choice but to kill. In other words, do you have the right to choose your targets?"

"You are merely a knife in the hands of the powerful, and when that knife becomes disobedient, there is only one outcome: the knife is destroyed and the people die. If you want to be dogs, then never fantasize about becoming masters, because you chose the wrong path from the very beginning."

Upon hearing this, a chill flashed in the newcomer's eyes.

"A dog? It seems you haven't grasped the situation. You only have two choices: join us or die!!"

"Zilanxuan has been cut off from all escape routes. Don't expect anyone to come to your aid. In other words, you are trapped with no way to escape."

Upon hearing this, the young man sighed softly.

"Unable to escape even with wings??"

"I recently heard a saying that goes, 'A frog at the bottom of a well can only see a small patch of sky in its eyes, so it thinks that the sky is that big.' Now I'm giving it to you."

The man's grip tightened, and the long sword at his waist was pushed back half an inch. He had heard this fable before, but since he joined the Net, he couldn't remember how many years it had been since anyone dared to speak to him like that.

"bass!!"

"A frog in a well?? It seems you intend to reject my good intentions!"

The next instant, the newcomer drew his longsword from his waist, pointing it directly at the boy in front of him. It was a uniquely shaped longsword with a distinctive fan-shaped blade and a deep red glow. Now held in the newcomer's hand, it exuded an astonishing murderous aura.

"Is this what they call 'Sun-Covering'?"

The newcomer gave a cold laugh.

"You will be the 198th person to die by this sword!!"

Suddenly, the boy glanced down at a room below, frowned slightly, then made a sword gesture with two fingers and gave a soft shout.

“Peach Blossom!”

In a room on the second floor of Zilan Pavilion, a large fire was seen, which then transformed into a streak of light and shot towards the scene at great speed. Yan Ri subconsciously glanced to the side, and in the blink of an eye, the boy held a peach wood sword in his hand.

"Sword control technique??"

Yan Ri sounded somewhat surprised. The art of sword control was rare in the martial arts world, but every person who mastered it was a master swordsman.

He did not immediately take action upon initial contact because he was unsure of his opponent's strength. Xuan Jian had only sent back one piece of information: a suspected Grandmaster-level combatant.

Judging from the current situation, the opponent's strength may be higher than they expected. After all, their true combat strength can only be known after they have fought them.

The boy drew his wooden sword, his expression hardening.

"I originally wanted to test the strength of a Grandmaster-level fighter, but it seems the situation doesn't allow it now."

Upon hearing this, Yan Ri chuckled.

"This is the most ridiculous joke I've ever heard. Testing my strength? The last person to talk to me like that is already dead."

The boy's gaze sharpened; a battle was about to erupt.

The next instant, the longsword that concealed the sun was brandished, and a powerful move was launched. Sword energy filled the air, and the illusion had silently unfolded as the longsword was wielded.

The sun is obscured, and the shadows are strong, making the daytime dark.

Looking at the boy who was standing still and had not moved, Yan Ri's eyes curled into a cold smile. Although the boy's cultivation level was high, he did not think that the boy had much combat experience given his age.

However, the next moment, Yan Ri's expression changed drastically.

The boy was still the same boy, but he felt an extremely terrifying power awakening within him.

"What's going on??" His body felt as if it had been electrocuted, and he retreated rapidly. Years of killing had honed his instincts to the point of being almost like a wild beast, and he was frantically warning himself to get away from the other party.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yan Ri withdrew. This intuition had never failed him in previous battles, so he had complete faith in it.

While still in mid-air, he suddenly discovered that the world seemed to have been stripped of its original colors by some force, leaving only the simplest black and white.

He subconsciously looked at the boy, and a shiver ran through him as his surging inner energy, like a vast ocean, poured out of his body.

"Harmony between humanity and nature!!"

The next moment, he gasped in shock again.

"No, this is the Taoist Heavenly Sect's 'Colorless Heaven and Earth' phenomenon!!!"

As if remembering something, Yan Ri's eyes changed again. The technique of "the world losing its color" was already a unique skill of the Heavenly Sect, with immense power. With such terrifying internal energy, its power would be amplified many times over.

In his view, with such internal force, the entire Zilan Pavilion would probably become the opponent's absolute domain.

Consciousness flashed through his mind, but his actions could no longer keep up with the spread of this field, so he was frozen in mid-air by this terrifying internal force.

On the other side, in Zhang Liang's room, the Black and White Scissors, also one of the Eight Swords of Yue, were frozen in this moment.

Zhang Liang and Nongyu, who was standing beside him, were stunned by what they saw. However, Nongyu's reaction was relatively good, since this was not the first time she had experienced such a scene.

Xuan Jian's eyes sharpened. Having regained his senses, he had clearly guessed the origin of this move.

"The world of the Taoist Heavenly Sect has lost its color!!"

Unlike Yan Ri, Xuan Jian is a little farther away from Xiu Yuan, so the power of the colorless sky to restrain him is relatively weaker.

But at this moment, he was still unable to move and could only make simple sounds.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Liang, who was standing to the side, showed a slight change in expression, but he was unable to utter a sound at the moment.

He muttered to himself.

"Taoist Heavenly Sect?"

His mind raced. So this must be the boy's background. Then he thought about it again and realized it did fit the boy's temperament.

Perhaps only Taoists can possess such detachment and transcendence.

At this moment, Xuan Jian, who was standing next to Zhang Liang, looked very ugly. If such a distance could still exert such an exaggerated restraining force on him, one could imagine what kind of situation Yan Ri was in right now.

"He's not a Grandmaster??"

A terrifying thought suddenly rushed into his mind: an ordinary grandmaster would never have such combat power.

Xuan Jian's eyes began to flicker intensely, and his heart began to churn.

In the center of the battlefield, all was silent. Xiu Yuan took a step and slowly came to Yan Ri's side.

In this realm where the world had lost its color, he could clearly sense the various powers within, and the feeling of wielding them as easily as one's own arms was truly mesmerizing.

He then gently raised his hand and removed the mask covering the sun, revealing a rather ordinary-looking person who appeared to be around fifty years old. However, a hint of fear lingered on his face at that moment.

Looking at the other person, Xiu Yuan slowly said, "Perhaps in your eyes, I am indeed a greenhorn, but some things are not judged by age. The Net is not a home for anyone, whether they are people in the martial arts world or people in the imperial court. Perhaps you were a famous figure in the martial arts world before, but unfortunately I don't know you."

"Everything in the world has its own destiny. I don't know why you insist on killing that person, but perhaps you can't imagine that the person you choose to assassinate today will be your master in the future."

As Yan Ri looked at the boy in front of him, the madness and fear in his eyes gradually faded, and he returned to calm.

As a grandmaster, his mental fortitude was up to par. However, the young man before him was too shocking. Just moments ago, he had exerted all his strength to activate his inner energy, but faced with the vast power that seemed like an ocean, his inner energy seemed to be stuck in the mud. No matter how he tried to activate it, it moved as slowly as a snail crawling. It was at this moment that he realized his fate was sealed, so he simply gave up struggling.

He couldn't speak at the moment. If he could, he would probably refute the young man. A place to belong? In a chaotic world, did they have any other choice? No, they didn't. If they had a choice, who would choose to enter the Net? What he said before was just self-deception.

A moment later, Xiu Yuan raised his head and gently tapped the other person's chest.

"As a grandmaster, I'll give you a dignified death."

The internal energy formed by the combination of "Autumn Waters of Ten Thousand Rivers" and "Heart Like Still Water" surged into the opponent's body with this finger strike, instantly dispersing the opponent's internal energy. Feeling his blood losing control, the old man's eyes became somewhat unfocused.

In his final moments, a mocking smile played on his lips, as if he were laughing at this tragic era.

"Feel sorry!"

Sensing the complete dissipation of life force within the other person, Xiu Yuan suddenly stopped and then sighed softly.

The next moment, a flash of sword light appeared, and the old man's head was split in two from his body.

After dealing with this person, Xiu Yuan turned around and looked at the secret room from before. Then, with a few flashes, he arrived there.

Looking at the scene inside the room, Xiu Yuan gently shook his head.

"It seems my previous intuition was correct; you are indeed a formidable opponent."

Xuan Jian's figure was frozen in place. As Xiu Yuan approached, he spoke his innermost thoughts with some difficulty.

"Unfortunately, we underestimated your strength!"

As Xiu Yuan drew closer, Xuan Jian found that the suppressive forces around him were becoming increasingly stronger.

In the end, he even started to stutter when he spoke.

“I know your past. Black and white scissors, black blade for taking lives, white blade for suppressing souls. Wei Yong back then truly deserved to die.”

Standing in front of Xuan Jian, Xiu Yuan spoke with a hint of melancholy.

Xuan Jian narrowed his eyes, and endless killing intent erupted from his body. The matter that led him to become a demon, even after many years, was still a scar in his heart that could not be reopened.

"What do you know?"

Xiu Yuan looked up at the man and said softly, "I know everything."

"In fact, every story of the martial arts world hides a sad tale. This era is destined to bring only sorrow. You are seeking revenge after your rebirth, but this time, your revenge is not aimed at any specific person, but at everyone, even including the Luo Wang."

"But do you really understand some things?"

(End of this chapter)