Eternal God Emperor: Only I Am Emperor One

Chapter 47 Night Attack
The Crimson Cloud Sect is located on Crimson Cloud Mountain, fifty miles west of Guanchao City.

It was a low mountain, no more than two or three hundred feet high, with a flat terrain and no natural defenses. Precisely because of this, a large number of buildings could be built on the mountain to accommodate many disciples.

The Crimson Cloud Sect has been established for over two hundred years, a history not much shorter than that of the Cloud Martial Kingdom. At its peak, it had over a thousand disciples, and its mountainside was filled with pavilions and towers, complete with a scripture library, arena, armory, alchemy room, and everything else imaginable.

Unlike Qinghe Town, which is bustling with merchants, the Chiyun Sect's mountain gate is rarely visited by outsiders except for its disciples. The entire mountain gate is shrouded in an array, and once fully opened, even ordinary Heavenly Realm martial artists cannot break through it.

However, activating the formation consumes a huge amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, requiring a large investment of spirit crystals. No matter how large and powerful the Crimson Cloud Sect is, it is impossible to keep the sect-protecting formation active indefinitely.

Three months after the battle, the White Horse Gang disappeared without a trace, and the Crimson Cloud Sect became the sole overlord near Guanchao City. The news that Shan Baihu had broken through to the Heavenly Extreme Realm also spread throughout the entire Yunwu Kingdom. A little over a month ago, the Yunwu Kingdom government listed the Crimson Cloud Sect as a seventh-rate sect.

With powerful enemies eliminated and the sect upgraded, the sect leader Shan Baihu and the Crimson Cloud Sect became renowned far and wide. As a result, the disciples of the Crimson Cloud Sect received better treatment when traveling outside than before, and they were riding high on success.

More than a month has passed, and the various forces that came to offer their congratulations have long since departed, leaving behind only a dazzling array of gifts piled up in the Crimson Cloud Sect's warehouse.

With everyone carrying the bridal sedan chair, Shan Baihu, the "Soul-Severing Spear" who had long been famous in Yunwu County, now had an even more prestigious nickname.

West of Guanchao, Baihu is the first!

This was only because of the face of Princess Qingxuan in Guanchao City; otherwise, with all the praise from all sides, Shan Baihu would have been given the title of the number one person in the western border of Yunwu County.

Feeling triumphant in his martial arts, Shan Baihu also felt as if he had experienced a second spring in his life. He took Nie Qingshuang, the sixteen-year-old disciple of the leader of the seventh-rate Tianhe Sect, as his concubine, and recently he has been indulging in nightly revelry and great pleasure.

The moonlight, as white as frost, bathed the entire Chiyun Mountain.

The twelve disciples surrounded Shan Baihu, protecting him in the center.

Dan Baihu stopped and looked up at the full moon in the sky. It was as clear as a pool and as round as a plate, beautiful and exquisite, just like the round buttocks and peaks of the beauty in his room.

Thinking of what was happening in the room, his heart suddenly burned with desire, and he instructed one of his disciples, "Go and fetch some deer blood and bring it to the room."

After breaking through to the Heavenly Realm, Shan Baihu's martial arts cultivation greatly increased, and he felt that he was twenty years younger. However, he was quite dissatisfied with his bedroom affairs. If he did not use the blood of the wild beast deer raised by the Crimson Cloud Sect, he would lose the prestige of a martial arts legend in half an hour.

Nie Qingshuang waited outside the door. She was tall and slender, possessing both heroic spirit and charm. She wore a semi-transparent dress, and her fair skin was faintly visible, making her very alluring.

"Sect Master, the autumn wind is chilly outside, please come inside quickly."

Several carefully selected trusted disciples stood guard outside the door, their righteous spirits unwavering and their eyes fixed straight ahead.

Next to the sect leader's residence is a separate courtyard where seven or eight jade-horned savage deer are kept. These are second-tier savage beasts, and their blood has an excellent aphrodisiac effect. They are kept by many sects and families.

The disciples who came to collect blood walked along the stone path to the entrance of the detached courtyard.

"Strange, why is it so quiet today?"

"Normally these deer will call out incessantly when they sense someone coming, but today is strange."

By the moonlight, the disciple looked inside the metal fence and his expression changed drastically. He retreated in panic.

Fortunately, he was a martial artist at the Profound Realm, whose temperament was superior to that of ordinary people. He calmed his mind and looked into the enclosure again. He saw that seven or eight jade-horned wild deer had been beheaded, and their blood was flowing all over the ground, forming puddles.

"They're all dead...they're all dead. Who did this?"

The disciple felt uneasy and hurriedly went to report to Shan Baihu.

Inside the room, the candlelight accentuated Nie Qingshuang's graceful figure. Dan Baihu felt a surge of lust, but the deer blood was still not coming, and he was afraid of losing face in bed, so he could only suppress his anger.

Why is it taking so long today? I should have sent someone to collect the blood earlier.

"It's not good, it's not good!"

Panic-filled shouts came from outside. Dan Baihu looked displeased and stepped out of the room.

"Shouting and yelling like that, what kind of behavior is that?"

Dan Baihu coldly reprimanded, and seeing that the person shouting was the disciple he had sent to fetch blood, he frowned and said, "What happened? Where is the deer blood I sent to fetch?"

"They're all dead. The Jade Horned Deer have all had their heads cut off and are all dead."

Dan Baihu's expression changed; after all, he was an old fox in his fifties, and he reacted instantly.

“A thief has infiltrated the Crimson Cloud Sect. Ring the bell to summon the sect elders for a meeting.”

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Warning bells rang continuously. Inside the Crimson Cloud Hall, the lights were on, and hundreds of disciples gathered, each holding a weapon that gleamed coldly.

Dan Baihu frowned as he looked at the three people in the hall and asked, "Why aren't Elders Zhao, Xu, and Chen here? Shouldn't they all be in the sect?"

Xiao Yunbao said cautiously, "They might still be on their way."

"Insolence! After nine chimes, anyone within the sect must immediately come to the main hall for a meeting. Have they forgotten the sect's rules?" Shan Baihu roared.

A moment later, what they found were the corpses of the three elders.

Three headless corpses were placed in the main hall, and the strong stench of blood filled the entire hall, creating a frighteningly oppressive atmosphere.

Dan Baihu's steps trembled slightly as he walked to the three corpses. The elders of the Earthly Realm, after Peng Tianying's death, only six people remained in the entire Crimson Cloud Sect, and now half of them had been lost for no reason.

After carefully examining the three bodies, Xiao Yunbao said in a solemn tone, "Judging from the wounds, the person who killed them used the Fish Intestine Sword Technique of the Underworld Sect."

"Fish Intestine Sword Technique? Is it him?" Shan Baihu asked with a sinister look in his eyes.

Xiao Yunbao nodded, still feeling lingering fear as he recalled the black-clad swordsman he had encountered in the birch forest three months ago.

"Besides him, there probably won't be another expert from the Underworld Sect who would make a move against the Crimson Cloud Sect."

Looking at the three corpses on the ground, Shan Baihu felt a little flustered. He hadn't expected that the Underworld Gate would actually come to seek revenge for a small White Horse Gang.

Compared to the Underworld Sect, which controls the black market of the nine counties of Lingxi, what are seventh-rate sects?

"Activate the sect's protective formation. Tonight, I'll see just what kind of monsters and demons dare to run wild in my Crimson Cloud Sect."

But after a while, the formation that should have risen up remained motionless.

A disciple hurriedly reported, "It's terrible, Sect Master! The sect's protective formation has been destroyed, and the core of the formation has been taken away."

Dan Baihu's face turned somewhat pale. To be able to easily locate the core of the formation and destroy it, he must be a formation master who is proficient in formations.

The Crimson Cloud Sect's protective formation is a fourth-grade formation. Anyone capable of breaking a fourth-grade formation must be at least a fourth-grade formation master.

It should be noted that even the royal family of Yunwu County does not have a fourth-grade array master. Could it be that experts from the Underworld Sect have come knocking on their door?

Feeling uneasy, Shan Baihu called Xiao Yunbao to his side and whispered, "Junior Brother Xiao, go down the mountain through the secret passage to Guanchao City and tell Princess Qingxuan what happened tonight. Also, bring Xiangling with you."

"Sect Master!" Xiao Yunbao was shocked to hear this. He looked up at his senior brother with graying temples and realized that he had already made the worst-case scenario plan. If he was just asking for help, why would he have asked him to bring Shan Xiangling along?

"No need for further words, go quickly!" Shan Baihu said resolutely.

This night was destined to be a sleepless one for the disciples of the Crimson Cloud Sect.

Inside the main hall, headless corpses were discovered from various parts of the sect and carried into the hall, but the perpetrator was never found.

It's as if a ghost is lurking in the darkness, silently reaping one vibrant life after another.

"Sect Master, this is the seventy-sixth disciple to be killed," Elder Zhou said with a worried expression.

Dan Baihu's face was as cold as frost. Looking at the sect disciples in the hall, who were all like wilted eggplants, he felt a sense of powerlessness.

The enemy is lurking in the shadows; how many of them are there, and how strong they are, are all unknown. Using such assassination methods, they clearly intend to undermine the morale of the Crimson Cloud Sect disciples. Their methods are undeniably ruthless.

Unfortunately, he was helpless. The person who made the move in the dark was like a ghost, never revealing a trace from beginning to end, leaving him with the martial arts cultivation of the Heavenly Realm but nowhere to use it, which was truly hateful.

"Wait, hold out until dawn, then the enemy will naturally be unable to hide any longer."

Elder Zhou nodded: "Then I will go and appease the disciples in the hall."

With nearly a thousand disciples of the Crimson Cloud Sect, the main hall was naturally too large to accommodate them all, and most of them gathered outside the hall.

"Go, tell the disciples not to leave alone, just make sure they get through tonight."

Dan Baihu watched Elder Zhou walk out of the main hall. Just then, a streak of dark light shot out from the darkness, so fast that even a martial artist at the Heavenly Realm couldn't react in time.

The dark light struck Elder Zhou's chest, sending him flying backward back into the main hall, where he slammed heavily to the ground.

The dark light transformed into a long spear, piercing his chest and pinning him to the ground.

Dan Baihu's eyes were bloodshot. He recognized the spear as belonging to the Chiyun Sect elder who had been killed earlier. Unable to contain himself any longer, he picked up the Chiyun Sect's sacred weapon, the Soul-Severing Spear, which was standing to the side, and rushed out of the main hall, heading towards the direction from which the spear had come.

The roof of the Sutra Repository.

A man with a jade-like face and black robes stood by the eaves, holding a sword. Thin clouds had gathered in the sky, obscuring most of the moonlight. An autumn evening breeze blew by, bringing a touch of coolness.

Even from a great distance, he could already see Shan Baihu rushing out of the central hall, his aura incredibly domineering, like a blazing sun in the night.

The martial arts legends of the Heavenly Realm have already begun to mobilize the power of heaven and earth, and every move they make is extremely powerful. Heavenly Realm masters who have cultivated a martial spirit can even use their martial spirit to fight enemies and sense the slightest movement within a thousand feet around them.

Unfortunately, Shan Baihu had only just entered the Heavenly Realm and had not yet cultivated a Martial Soul. Under Di Yi's deliberate concealment, no one could find his whereabouts.

"Master, shall we make a move?"

The four Zhao brothers stood behind him, each holding a sword, eager to try their skills.

The Emperor nodded: "I'll leave the main hall to you. I'll go and meet this Sect Master Shan."

After saying that, Di Yi leaped down. His Flowing Light Flying Cloud Technique, which he had already cultivated to the perfection level, allowed him to briefly walk on air even before reaching the Heavenly Extreme Realm, leaping hundreds of feet.

The four Zhao brothers watched as the figure, like a ghost, silently disappeared into the night, and a chill ran through them.

Such stealthy methods of operating in the dark are beyond the reach of even the legendary martial artists of the Heavenly Realm. Hall Master Yi truly lives up to his reputation as a master of the Black Market's First-Class Hall; his methods are so profound that they cannot even imagine them.

Di Yi was unaware of the others' thoughts, but his stealth technique was indeed extraordinary. It combined the movement techniques of Flowing Light and Flying Clouds, the breath-concealing method of the Heavenly Demon Suppressing Prison Diagram, and the power of the Dark Martial Soul.

He opened up his soul meridian when he was in the Yellow Extreme Realm. With the help of the soul meridian, he was able to draw on part of the power of his martial soul. The path of darkness is unfathomable, and he only used the power of his martial soul to perform some rudimentary techniques.

But even with just that, the results were astonishing.

The perception of a Heavenly Realm expert is extremely powerful. Dan Baihu wielded the seventh-tier True Martial Treasure, the Soul-Severing Spear, and used his powerful martial arts true energy to create a wall of energy around his body. The crimson true energy illuminated the surrounding area for dozens of feet.

"You cowardly rat hiding your head and tail, do you dare to show your face and fight me?"

He was very wary, but he didn't think the newcomer's martial arts cultivation was strong enough to be beyond his ability to resist. If that were the case, why would the other party be playing tricks? Clearly, they didn't have absolute confidence in taking down the Crimson Cloud Sect.

A moment later, a dark figure wielding a sword slowly approached from afar, like a messenger of darkness, swallowing up the light along its path.

"You've finally shown yourself. Where are your accomplices? Tell them all to come out." Shan Baihu focused most of his attention on his surroundings, preventing anyone from launching a sneak attack.

The assassins of the Underworld Gate are the most feared force in Tianmo Ridge, and many Tianji Realm experts have died at their hands.

"I am enough to deal with Sect Master Shan on my own."

The sword-wielding figure spoke slowly, and only then did Shan Baihu get a clear look at him. He was over five feet tall, dressed in black with a sword and a dark robe, almost blending into the night. Only half of his jade-like face looked particularly eerie, out of place in the darkness.

"Black-clad swordsman, it really is you, a master from the Underworld Sect." Shan Baihu recalled Xiao Yunbao's description, and apart from a slight difference in height, the person in front of him was no different.

The swordsman in black robes did not answer. He used his martial spirit to sense the dark power between heaven and earth. This power was profound, mysterious, omnipresent, and incredibly powerful. Even just glimpsing a corner of it was enough to make one intoxicated by it.

Gates to the Underworld?
He thought to himself, "If that's the case, then let's use the sword techniques of the Underworld Sect to end tonight's boundless darkness."

The next moment, the figure of the black-clad swordsman vanished from Shan Baihu's sight, his aura completely hidden, as if he had evaporated into thin air.

"What method is this?"

Dan Baihu had dominated the Guanlan City area for decades, experiencing countless battles and possessing rich experience. However, this was the first time he had encountered such a strange opponent. He immediately became extremely alert, not daring to be distracted in the slightest.

"It's just a bluff. Do you think you can scare this old man?"

Before he could finish speaking, a chilling sword aura attacked from behind. Shan Baihu quickly parried with his spear, which shot out like a dragon, cleaving through the night.

However, what collided with the spear was only a jet-black sword aura formed from condensed true energy, which was dissipated by the blow.

Seeing this, Shan Baihu showed no joy, but rather fear. Behind him was only a sword aura. Where had the owner of that sword aura gone?

The longsword, Wu Ti, silently slashed through the void and appeared behind Shan Baihu.

The Crimson Cloud Sect Master, who had ascended to the pinnacle of martial arts legend, hurriedly turned around, only to see an extreme darkness in his eyes.

Darkness swept across his neck; there was no earth-shattering battle as one might have imagined, just a simple sword strike, and it was all over.

The head, with its graying temples, fell unwillingly, and the blood gushing from its body spurted out like a spring.

The swordsman in black stood in the night, sword in hand, savoring the sword strike he had just delivered. He felt that he had finally grasped the true essence of the Underworld Sect's Fish Intestine Sword Technique.

The night and the assassin are a perfect match.

(End of this chapter)