My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

The sound of swords echoed in the air, circling and carrying far.

Everyone around heard it, stopped what they were doing, and looked over.

Lu Yang was stunned: "Immortal Master, what are you doing...?"

Ye Qingfeng did not answer him, but handed the sword back, saying, "Lend this sword to the clan elder."

Lü Yang took the sword and looked down at it.

The sword was still the same sword, but he felt something was different.

He couldn't explain it, but he felt a warmth on the hilt of the sword, as if it had been held for a long time.

He didn't ask any more questions. Having followed the immortal master for so long, he had long since learned not to ask why, but simply to do it.

He turned around and walked towards the clan elder.

The clan elder was standing at the entrance of the ginseng temple, talking to several other elderly people.

He saw Lü Yang walking over and quickly went to greet him.

Lu Yang handed over the sword and said, "Elder, the Immortal Master asked me to lend you this sword."

The clan elder paused for a moment, looked at the sword, and did not take it.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Master, what is this...?"

Lu Yang shook his head: "The Immortal Master didn't say. He only said that you should take it."

The clan elder took the sword. It felt slightly heavy in his hand, and its blade was a deep blue, gleaming faintly in the sunlight.

He didn't know why Ye Qingfeng wanted to lend him the sword, nor did he know what was so special about it.

But he knew that the Taoist priest wouldn't do something without a reason.

He held the sword in his hand, the hilt warm against his palm.

Just as he was about to express his gratitude, Lü Yang spoke again.

"The immortal master also said that if anything happens later, just say 'My darling, please make your move.'"

The clan elder was stunned: "What?"

Lu Yang repeated, "My darling, please make your move. Just those five words."

The elder opened his mouth, wanting to ask, "What happened?", but looking into Lü Yang's serious eyes, he swallowed his words.

He nodded and gripped the sword even tighter.

The blue light from the sword reflected on his face, highlighting the deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

......

At the entrance of the village, Xiong Lie jumped off his horse.

He stood outside the village gate, looking at the cracked wooden door.

The cracks on the door panel are still clearly visible; they were caused by that bear demon yesterday.

Cracks spread like a spider web on the mountain walls on both sides of the door frame, and rubble was piled up by the door, not yet cleaned up.

Xiong Lie glanced at it, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He wore a black rhinoceros armor, the plates gleaming darkly in the sunlight, and a black iron sword hung at his waist.

He came alone, without any subordinates.

He doesn't need subordinates; he can do it all by himself.

The two guards standing at the entrance of the village changed their expressions when they saw him.

They didn't know the man, but they recognized the rhinoceros armor and the black iron sword.

In the vast mountains, there is only one person who wears this kind of armor and carries this kind of knife—Xiong Lie, the leader of Black Wind Village.

A guard's hand gripped the hilt of his sword, his voice tense: "Halt! Who are you?"

Xiong Lie didn't look at him, but simply took a step forward.

Two guards simultaneously drew their swords and blocked the doorway.

Their hands were shaking, their legs were shaking, but they did not back down.

A grand ceremony is being held in the village, with everyone, young and old, present; they cannot leave.

Xiong Lie looked at them and smiled.

The smile wasn't fierce, but the two guards felt as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast, and a chill ran down their spines.

Xiong Lie took another step forward and reached out to push the door open.

The door creaked open.

Inside the village gate, Zhao Tieshan stood there. Remember this name: Cola Novels. Remember this domain name: . Good books never get lost.

Behind him stood several martial artists at the Blood Exchange Realm, including Sun Dayong and Qian Laosan, lined up in the middle of the road.

They all carried weapons—knives, guns, swords, and clubs—which gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Their expressions were grave, but no one backed down.

Zhao Tieshan looked at Xiong Lie and said in a deep voice, "Xiong Lie, this is Caishen Village, not your Black Wind Village. Please leave."

Xiong Lie paused, looked at Zhao Tieshan, and then at the Westerner behind him.

His gaze swept over them as if they were a few roadside stones.

He smiled, a very light and faint smile, but with an indescribable contempt.

"You guys?" he said.

Zhao Tieshan gripped the hilt of his knife tightly and remained silent.

He knew he was no match for Xiong Lie; there was an insurmountable chasm between a Martial Saint and a Blood Exchange Realm cultivator.

But he cannot back down.

Xiong Lie did not move forward. He stood there, hands behind his back, looking at the five people.

Then he released the aura of a martial saint.

Zhao Tieshan felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his shoulders.

His legs began to tremble, his knees buckled, and he tried to stand up, but the force was too great, making it hard for him to breathe.

He gritted his teeth and stubbornly refused to fall, but the veins on his forehead bulged and the muscles in his face were twitching.

Sun Dayong couldn't hold on any longer. He knelt on one knee, using the knife in his hand to support himself, the tip of the knife embedded in the crack of the bluestone slab, which kept him from collapsing.

Qian Laosan couldn't hold on any longer. His face turned bright red, and the veins on his neck bulged out one by one, like earthworms wriggling under his skin.

Liu Heizi lay on the ground, unable to move.

Zhou Xiaoqi was the youngest and had the lowest cultivation level. He lay face down on the ground, his face pressed against the bluestone slab.

His fingers dug at the ground, his nails broke, but he kept crawling forward, inch by inch, trying to reach Xiong Lie's feet, even if it was just to hug his legs.

But he couldn't climb anymore; the pressure was too great. He lay there, his fingers still digging, but his body couldn't move an inch.

Zhao Tieshan looked at his brothers; one was kneeling, one was lying down, and two were still standing, but their legs were shaking and their bodies were swaying.

His eyes reddened.

He gritted his teeth, raised the knife, and pointed the tip at Xiong Lie.

"You...can forget about...entering the village..."

Xiong Lie glanced at him, his gaze as if he were looking at an ant.

He reached out and flicked his hand lightly in Zhao Tieshan's direction.

Zhao Tieshan felt something hit his chest, and he flew out and crashed into the stone wall next to the gate of the village.

The rubble from the cliff face came crashing down and hit him.

He fell to the ground, dropping his knife. He struggled to get up, but his chest ached as if his bones were broken.

He tried twice, but couldn't stand up.

Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and the blood flowed down his chin, dripping onto the bluestone slab.

Xiong Lie didn't look at him again.

He lifted his foot and walked into the village.

Stones fell from the mountain walls on both sides of the village gate, one by one, crashing to the ground and onto the people lying down. No one could escape them.

Xiong Lie walked in the middle, his boots crunching on the gravel.

Inside the village, those who were playing games were still some distance from the village gate, and the laughter continued, but they had no idea what was happening.

Lu Yang stood in front of the darts stall, still holding a dart in his hand.

He heard the commotion over there, turned around and glanced back; his expression changed.

He turned around, walked to Ye Qingfeng's side, and lowered his voice, saying, "Immortal Master, it seems something has happened over there. Should we go take a look?"

Ye Qingfeng said calmly, "It's alright. Nothing will happen."