From martial arts sects to immortality sects

Chapter 20 Despair Under the Night
Rumbling--

Thunder roared through the stormy night, like the angry shouts of the gods, plunging the Taikun Mountains into a state of oppression.

In the woods, Yang Jueding and Li Qingqiu braved the torrential rain. When they reached a flat area, Yang Jueding turned to look at Li Qingqiu.

“Braving such heavy rain will surely affect our physical condition. Moreover, the journey to the Seven Mountains Alliance is very far, and it will be difficult to arrive in less than several days. Why don’t we rest for one night and borrow two horses in town tomorrow to continue our journey?”

Yang Jueding felt that Li Qingqiu had lost his mind and thought that spending some time in the rain with him would bring him back to his senses.

Li Qingqiu said, "It's alright, we don't need to rush. We just need to catch up with the group of people from the Seven Mountains Alliance who escaped. They were carrying a lot of wounded people, so they shouldn't have gone very far."

"I see. I really thought you were going to go straight to the Seven Mountains Alliance."

Yang Jueding breathed a sigh of relief; he almost wanted to say, "I thought you'd gone mad."

Going to the Seven Mountains Alliance with those two would be suicide.

But if it's about chasing down a group of wounded martial artists, that's a piece of cake.

"If that's the case, then let's get it done quickly!"

Yang Jueding perked up and quickened his pace. Li Qingqiu did not stop him, which suited him just fine.

In the dim mountain forest, Yang Jueding used his lightness skill and Li Qingqiu used his Swift Wind Technique. The two flew like ghosts, and at first glance, it seemed as if their feet never touched the ground.

As the night deepened, the relentless downpour began to subside, as if the heavens were about to unleash their full fury.

On the mountain road nestled among the mountains, hundreds of strong horses were moving slowly forward, with many injured martial artists lying on their backs, and more than a hundred martial artists leading their horses forward.

Yue Zhenchuan walked at the front, rain streaming down his face. His eyes were cold, but his heart was filled with lingering fear.

He also had a wound on his neck that almost cut his throat.

Jiang Zhaoxia's madman-like figure lingered in his mind, along with that girl who almost killed him with a single sword strike.

Yue Zhenchuan simply couldn't understand how Qingxiao Sect could harbor two such terrifying young men and women, plus Li Sifeng.

Not to mention the Seven Mountains Alliance, even the most powerful sects he had ever visited had never seen such a monstrous genius.

This feud has already been formed, and the Seven Mountains Alliance cannot resolve it. He must take the message back and use the full strength of the alliance to wipe out the Qingxiao Sect. Otherwise, in ten years, no, probably in five years, the Seven Mountains Alliance will face annihilation.

Yue Zhenchuan became more and more frightened. He even suspected that there were demons and monsters hiding in Qingxiao Sect. The news of Lin Xunfeng's search for immortality had already spread, and many martial arts heroes were laughing at Lin Xunfeng for losing his mind, including himself. But now that he thought about it, did Lin Xunfeng encounter something that gave him the idea of ​​seeking immortality?
The rain had stopped, but Yue Zhenchuan's mood remained unsettled.

"Heroes ahead, please wait!"

A deep and resonant voice came from behind, startling the Seven Mountains Alliance disciples who all turned around to look, fearing that the Qingxiao Sect had come to attack.

Yue Zhenchuan was also startled and turned his head to look. He saw two people in straw raincoats approaching them quickly. In the darkness of the night, their vision was poor, and they could only barely make out that the figures were human.

Although there were only two of them, the Seven Mountains Alliance disciples, who had experienced the fierce battle during the day, were terrified and dared not let their guard down. They drew their weapons and prepared for battle.

They were dragging the wounded, and they were also injured themselves, so they definitely couldn't outrun them. Once they started running, they would easily be picked off one by one.

"My name is Yang Jueding. Have any of you heroes heard of me?"

Yang Jueding's voice rang out again. After he introduced himself, the disciples of the Seven Mountains Alliance looked at each other and relaxed.

Yang Jueding, the Dragon-Slaying Hero, is known to all in the martial arts world of Guzhou.

Yue Zhenchuan also breathed a sigh of relief. He knew Yang Jueding. When Yang Jueding visited the Seven Mountains Alliance, he had witnessed Yang Jueding's skills. Although Yang Jueding might not be as good as him, his palm power was indeed worthy of the reputation of being among the top ten on the Heavenly Ranking.

"So it's Brother Yang! Please come over for a chat!"

Yue Zhenchuan called out, and he even waved to Yang Jueding and the other man.

If Yang Jueding were to accompany them, they would certainly be safer.

Yang Jueding seemed to recognize him and quickened his pace toward him, with the disciples of the Seven Mountains Alliance making way for him.

"Why are you in such a sorry state? Did you get into a fight with the Youth Cult?"

After Yang Jueding approached, he took off his straw raincoat and asked, his tone teasing and amused.

Yue Zhenchuan paid no attention to the person behind him and replied helplessly, "I came out to take care of some business, but I ended up getting the short end of the stick."

Yang Jueding approached Yue Zhenchuan, examined his injuries, and exclaimed in amazement, "A master indeed! Judging from the sword wounds, his sword techniques were incredibly fast, aiming to kill you at every turn."

Yue Zhenchuan's expression turned unnatural. He snorted, "Indeed a master. I was careless today..."

"Are you experts from the Seven Mountains Alliance?"

Li Qingqiu walked past Yang Jueding and looked at Yue Zhenchuan, asking a question.

Yue Zhenchuan didn't see his face clearly and assumed he was Yang Jueding's junior, so he casually replied, "Well, our Seven Mountains Alliance and this Dragon-Subduing Hero next to you are old friends..."

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of sword light appeared. Yang Jueding had no time to dodge and was splattered with blood. His eyes widened in astonishment.

Yue Zhenchuan's eyes widened as well, his hands instinctively covering his throat, but blood gushed out uncontrollably. "You..."

Yue Zhenchuan stared at Li Qingqiu in disbelief, his body trembling as he stumbled backward.

The Seven Mountains Alliance disciples standing nearby paled and instinctively tried to speak, but Li Qingqiu turned and swung his sword, slitting throats once more.

Not far away, Yue Zhenchuan's young apprentice took the opportunity to rest. He sat on a rock and was about to take off his pants to check the wound on his thigh when he suddenly saw his master backing away and then falling to the ground with a thud, which stunned him.

Just as he was about to ask a question, he saw the man in the straw raincoat next to Yang Jueding turn around and throw the sword in his hand at him.

Poof——

The sword pierced the young man's forehead, dragging him several meters away. When he finally stopped, he was completely lifeless, his eyes wide open in death.

Li Qingqiu rushed over quickly, pulled the sword from his head, and then, with a ghostly figure, charged towards the other Seven Mountains Alliance disciples.

The Seven Mountains Alliance disciples also realized what was happening and turned around to face Li Qingqiu.

After breaking through to the third level of the Nourishing Yuan Realm, Li Qingqiu underwent a complete transformation. His senses became more acute, his body became more agile, and his reactions became incredibly fast.

He killed each person he passed by without any unnecessary movements; the sound of his sword cutting through flesh echoed continuously.

After a brief moment of shock, Yang Jueding quickly turned around and saw a pile of corpses on the ground. He was horrified by Li Qingqiu.

So fast!

So cruel!

He had long guessed that Li Qingqiu was very strong, but he did not expect him to be this strong, even Jiang Zhaoxia could not compare to him.

"kill him!"

An older disciple of the Seven Mountains Alliance, his face contorted with rage, brandished his sword and shouted, before charging straight at Li Qingqiu.

Other disciples of the Seven Mountains Alliance rushed over, which caused more and more horses to be frightened. Neighing and neighing rang out one after another, and some horses even began to run away. Some of the wounded were thrown off their horses and trampled to death by the horses' hooves.

In an instant, the mountainous area descended into chaos.

All the disciples of the Seven Mountains Alliance were injured. Even if they were at their peak, let alone fighting with their wounded bodies, they would not be a match for Li Qingqiu.

As a result, the battle turned into a one-sided massacre. Yang Jueding felt a chill run down his spine as he watched Li Qingqiu go on a killing spree.

What a murderous aura!
Although Yang Jueding roamed the martial world, he cared more about the strength of his martial arts and his reputation than about fighting. This was the reason why he became a great hero. At this moment, Li Qingqiu made him feel very uncomfortable.

He tried to convince himself that it was the Seven Mountains Alliance that was causing trouble, and that the Seven Mountains Alliance was not a reputable sect and had done many evil deeds in the martial arts world.

He went to the Seven Mountains Alliance ostensibly to exchange martial arts skills, but in reality he wanted to suppress the Seven Mountains Alliance. Unfortunately, he failed to achieve his goal and could only pretend to befriend them.

However, no matter how he tried to comfort himself, looking at Li Qingqiu who was like a tiger among sheep, he couldn't help but wonder how many moves he could withstand if he faced an angry Li Qingqiu.

When more than half of the Seven Mountains Alliance disciples had died, the remaining disciples finally could not hold on and began to flee. Li Qingqiu, however, had no intention of letting them go and pursued them one by one.

These Seven Mountains Alliance disciples were wounded and exhausted from their long journey. They were killed by Li Qingqiu before they had gone very far.

After one stick of incense.

Li Qingqiu approached Yang Jueding with his sword. Yang Jueding looked up, revealing his blood-stained face beneath his straw hat.

“We’re just one person short. He can’t get far. After I kill him, I’ll go to the Seven Mountains Alliance. You stay here. Without these people to bring back the message, the Seven Mountains Alliance won’t make a comeback. Tomorrow, take the disciples to clean up the corpses on the mountain to prevent the spread of a plague.”

Li Qingqiu spoke first, then turned and walked in the direction in which the last Seven Mountains Alliance disciple had fled.

After taking only two steps, Li Qingqiu seemed to remember something, turned back to look at Yang Jueding, and said, "I'll trouble you again to go through all these corpses and see if there's anything valuable. Take it all back to the mountain. Also, you must not reveal a word of what happened tonight to the disciples, including my junior brothers and sisters. Don't say what I was doing; just say I was patrolling the mountain."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qingqiu turned and left with his sword.

As night fell, Yang Jueding watched Li Qingqiu's retreating figure, opened his mouth, but could not utter a single word.

After witnessing Li Qingqiu's terrifying strength, he felt that even if Li Qingqiu failed in his mission to the Seven Mountains Alliance, he would be able to escape unscathed.

He stood there, watching Li Qingqiu disappear at the top of the ridge, before he came to his senses. He turned around and looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

He suddenly realized that the task Li Qingqiu had assigned him was no easier than fighting.

On the other side, three miles away.

The last disciple of the Seven Mountains Alliance was fleeing down the hillside. In his excitement, he tripped over a stone and tumbled down the hillside, stumbling and falling all the way.

When he finally managed to stop, he felt sore all over, as if his bones were about to fall apart.

He gasped for breath as he struggled to get up. As soon as he looked up, his eyes widened in despair.

Following his gaze, Li Qingqiu, wearing a straw raincoat, stood on the hilltop, sword in hand, looking down at him. The dark clouds in the night sky had just dispersed, and the bright moon hung high above Li Qingqiu's head.

　Thank you Jin Yiwei Xue Shen for the 5000 Qidian Coins reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)