Fighting: Practice makes it real, start with a poisonous body.

Chapter 231 I use the sword in my hand to vindicate the injustices in my heart!

"Seeking revenge?"

On the high platform, Gu Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile that had been on his lips instantly faded by three points.

Su Yun walked steadily into the white jade-paved square and finally stopped beside Xiao Yan.

"Is everything okay?"

"Ancestor, what brings you here..."

Xiao Yan's eyes welled up with tears. The ancestor was the only hope for the survival of the Xiao family and the pillar of the future of the human race. How could he risk his life for him?

Only now did Xiao Yan truly regret his earlier impulsiveness... If he hadn't insisted on entering the Ancient Realm to save people, he wouldn't have put his ancestor in such a dangerous situation.

"If I had arrived any later, you would probably have fallen into their hands."

Su Yun gently shook his head, flipped his palm, and a smooth, lustrous eighth-grade pill, exuding a rich fragrance, appeared in his hand and was placed into Xiao Yan's hand.

"Ancestor, you really shouldn't have come..."

Xiao Yan clutched the pill tightly, his voice filled with remorse.

Su Yun's expression turned slightly cold: "Sit cross-legged and recover from your injuries. Leave the rest to me."

Xiao Yan opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but after meeting Su Yun's gaze, he simply nodded emphatically and respectfully replied, "Yes!"

After settling Xiao Yan in, Su Yun slowly turned his gaze, and a chilling killing intent instantly surged in his calm eyes, locking onto Gu Yang like a sharp blade in the dead of winter.

"What does he want to do?"

Among the crowd, the Sword Venerable stared intently at Su Yun's figure, his breathing unconsciously becoming softer. Every movement of Su Yun captivated his mind.

This is the man before me, the one who shattered his sword heart with a single sword strike back then.

But at this moment, seeing the rising aura around Su Yun, the Sword Venerable felt a strange sense of anticipation rising in his heart, anticipating the arrival of the storm.

On the seven towering platforms surrounding the plaza, the ancient seven clans' fighting saints also fixed their gazes intently on Su Yun.

"This is Xiao Jibai, whose name means 'the first light of dawn,' signifying the rising sun and the renewal of daylight. It's a good name, but I wonder if he can live up to the expectations placed upon him..."

Hun Xuzi gave a sinister smile, and the dark energy swirling around his fingertips quietly dissipated.

Only a faint trace of soul power flowed along his fingertips, silently seeping into the transparent token hidden in his chest...

In the center of the arena, Gu Yang was locked onto by Su Yun's murderous gaze, and his body instinctively froze, a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.

He was actually intimidated by the gaze of a junior?!

Anger instantly ignited in Gu Yang's heart. He suppressed the trembling in his heart and shouted in a deep voice, "Xiao Jibai, what did you mean by what you just said!"
"You dare to fight me, old man!"

Su Yun remained silent, his cold gaze slowly sweeping across the high platform, passing over the Battle Saints of the seven ancient clans one by one.

When his gaze fell upon the Spirit Clan's seat, his eyes paused slightly, as if a dark glint flashed within them, before he casually looked away.

"I never imagined that because of me, the Spirit Race would be able to linger on for a little longer..."

Su Yun lightly brushed the sword with his fingertips, a cold light flashing across the metal surface, the pure killing intent that had surged in his eyes just moments before vanishing in an instant.

Well, some things are best done by hand; only then does it feel truly satisfying...

However, Su Yun's brief moment of contemplation was seen by Gu Yang as blatant disregard.

Gu Yang's anger surged, and he shouted sharply, "Xiao Jibai, I'm talking to you, do you hear me!"

"Dead men are not worthy to speak to me."

Su Yun's voice was as indifferent as ice. Before he finished speaking, he had already raised his hand and pointed his long sword directly at Gu Yang.

In an instant, an incomparably sharp sword intent erupted from his body, soaring into the sky like a monstrous wave, cutting through the entire space of the white jade square with a rustling sound!
As Gu Yang was bathed in this sword intent, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a chill of fear crept into his heart.

This sword intent far exceeded his expectations!
On the high platform, Gu Dao looked at Su Yun with burning eyes. The Sword Emperor's inheritance was on him. As long as he was captured, the ancient clan would regain the glory of their ancestors!

However, there's no need to rush...

A glimmer of clarity flashed in Gu Dao's eyes. From the moment Xiao Jibai entered the Ancient Realm, he was already trapped like a turtle in a jar, with no chance of escape.

It doesn't matter when or how we take down Xiao Jibai.

Thinking of this, a calm, faint smile appeared on Gu Dao's lips.

If there is absolute certainty, the best choice is to retain Xiao Jibai in the most dignified manner, which would both demonstrate the strength of the ancient clan and maintain the dignity of the imperial clan.

Now, he is 100% certain that there is absolutely no possibility of failure!
Gu Dao cleared his throat, his voice carrying calmly across the square: "Xiao Jibai, if you harbor resentment because Gu Yang attacked Xiao Yan just now, there's no need for that."

Gu Yang's actions were actually to protect Xiao Yan. If he hadn't intervened, Xiao Yan would probably be dead at Hun Xuzi's hands by now.

On another high platform, Hun Xuzi was taken aback when he heard this, then shrugged casually, his tone somewhat mocking.

"Yes, if this weren't the Ancient Realm, and if you weren't protecting him, Xiao Yan would have been stripped of his soul and bones long ago, leaving not even ashes, hehe..."

The ancient explanation did not loosen Su Yun's grip on the sword in the slightest. He said coldly, "Gu Yang, Yao Wangui, Huo Yao, Lei Ming..."

Six names were clearly uttered from his mouth, each belonging to one of the six ancient races excluding the Soul Race. Each name corresponded to a genuine Battle Saint powerhouse from their respective race.

Most people in the square were completely bewildered, but the expressions of the six clan leaders on the high platform instantly became subtle. These six were none other than the Dou Sheng representatives sent by their respective clans to the Northwest Continent when the Sword Emperor's ruins appeared!
Xiao Jibai's intention in publicly reciting these names at this moment was quite clear.

Just as he said before, he came here today to seek revenge!
Su Yun said in a calm tone: "I'll just assume that Gu Yang was protecting Xiao Yan just now."

But back then, the six clans' Battle Saints imprisoned him and subjected him to severe torture for three whole months. What explanation do you have for that?

"Wow——!"

These words caused an uproar; it seemed he was truly seeking revenge!
On the high platform of the Medicine Clan, a fierce glint flashed in Yao Wangui's eyes.

This kid is determined to settle old scores! Does he really think that just because he inherited the Sword Emperor's legacy, he can be above the six ancient races and dare to settle scores with these veteran Battle Saints?

Gu Yuan seemed oblivious to the undercurrents in the arena, a look of regret appearing on his face: "Ji Bai, when I first heard that the Xiao clan still had descendants with the bloodline of a Dou Di... that is, you, I was overjoyed!"

Over the past thousand years, the Xiao clan has gradually declined. As the patriarch of this ancient clan, I have always felt ashamed to see my kinsmen and long-standing friends in such a state.

At that time, all I hoped for was to find you as soon as possible, and to make up for all the glory and protection that the Xiao clan had lost over the years by giving you.

But fate had other plans. You had just made a name for yourself in the Northwest Continent when you disappeared again.

I was so afraid that something might happen to you, and even more afraid that you would fall into the hands of the Soul Clan. That's why I was in a hurry to unite with other ancient imperial clans, putting pressure on the Soul Clan while sending a large number of people to the Northwest Continent to search for you.

I miss you so much!
It's all my fault for being too eager at the time, so focused on seeing you that I lost my composure when giving orders.

My subordinates, trying to guess my intentions, acted rashly and resorted to such inappropriate methods… Ultimately, it's all my fault!

His expression was sincere. His gaze first swept over Xiao Yan, who was standing to the side with a resentful look, and finally landed on Su Yun, where a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes.

"Ji Bai, I know that not only you, but also Xiao Yan has accumulated too many grievances in his heart over the years."

But don't worry, this is the Ancient Realm, my territory! Since you've come to the Ancient Realm as guests, how could I possibly let you suffer the slightest neglect?

If you have any requests, just tell Uncle Shi!
Today, Uncle Shi will uphold justice for you!

"what?!"

Gu Yuan's words struck everyone like a thunderbolt.

The ancient sheep stood in the center of the square, its hands clenched so tightly they made a clattering sound.

What is that old bastard Gu Yuan trying to do? In order to curry favor with Xiao Jibai, he actually wants to push these people out to take the blame?
The expressions of the six clans' Battle Saints, including Yao Wangui and Huo Yao, changed drastically.

On the high platform, Gu Dao stroked his beard and nodded silently.

The clan chief's plan is truly brilliant.

It's just the sacrifice of six Dou Sheng. Even if it temporarily offends the other five races, as long as Xiao Jibai is willing to stay in the Ancient Realm and offer up the Sword Emperor's inheritance, this price is nothing.

On the other high platforms, Lei Ying, Yan Jin, and other clan leaders fell silent.

The Soul Searching Technique was lost in ancient times. If we really try to force Xiao Jibai, what if he refuses to reveal the secret of the Sword Emperor's inheritance even at the cost of his life? That would be difficult to handle.

If we follow Gu Yuan's words... after the ancient clans obtain the inheritance, according to the alliance, they should be given a share of the spoils.

All things considered, sacrificing just one Dou Sheng from the clan in exchange for the opportunity to access the Sword Emperor's legacy doesn't seem so unacceptable...

On the high platform of the Medicine Clan, Yao Dan looked at Yao Wangui with a deep gaze, having already made his decision.

Wan Gui, for the sake of the Medicine Clan's long-term survival, you should make a sacrifice for now!

With this thought in mind, Yao Dan raised his eyes and said loudly, "I agree to this on behalf of Yao Wangui."

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, Yao Wangui trembled, the color draining from his face instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief and terror. The clan leader was really going to push him out to his death?!
The chieftains of the Stone Clan and the Spirit Clan also spoke in turn.

Only Lei Ying and Yan Jin had hesitant expressions and their eyes flickered.

This scene, witnessed by the powerful figures from the mainland surrounding the plaza, left them speechless with astonishment, feeling as if their eyes had been opened to a whole new world.

The ancient imperial clans were able to so easily abandon their own Battle Saints for the sake of the Sword Emperor's legacy.

Such ruthlessness and callousness were beyond their imagination!

On the high platform, Gu Yuan smiled and said, "Well, Ji Bai, are you satisfied now?"

All eyes turned to Su Yun; with such generous terms, it would be hard to refuse.

But in the midst of this tacit silence, the white-clad figure in the center of the white jade square suddenly moved.

"Clang, clang, clang—!"

The chilling sword intent erupted without warning, sweeping out like a blizzard in winter, precisely enveloping the six Dou Sheng, including Gu Yang!
Su Yun raised his sword and pointed it directly at the high platform. His voice was cold and sharp, each word hitting everyone's ears: "I said, I came here only to seek revenge, not to be a guest."

Today, it is not for you to hand over these six people to appease my anger.

Rather, I use the sword in my hand to vindicate the injustices in my heart!

On the high platform, Gu Yuan's smile instantly froze.

(End of this chapter)