A person sacrifices himself to become a saint in a chaotic world of martial arts.

Chapter 138 Divine Sword Fang Yueyuan

Fang Yueyuan stood in mid-air, a cold smile playing on his lips.

The man himself was inside the car, his aura unremarkable; he was merely a young man at the early stage of the True Qi Realm.

Fang Yueyuan has killed at least eighty or a hundred such people.

With this one slash, the opponent's ability to resist was rendered useless, and then he was carried back like a chick to complete the task.

As for whether the injury will be too serious?

Just don't die.

The blade pierced the car roof—

Then, he saw the pair of eyes inside the car.

Calm and serene, without a trace of panic, as if they had been waiting there all along.

The moment their eyes met, Fang Yueyuan felt a sudden, inexplicable flutter in her heart.

The next instant, a terrifying aura that sent chills down his spine erupted from inside the car!

"wrong--!"

Fang Yueyuan's pupils shrank suddenly. He wanted to change his move, but he was in mid-air. His old power had been unleashed and his new power had not yet been generated. There was simply no time to react.

The car roof exploded!

A beam of sword light shot into the sky!

The sword light was as cold as frost, and the chill permeated the air, as if all the moonlight in the sky had been condensed into a single sword.

The sword unleashed its power, a straightforward head-on clash, meeting his blade head-on without any fancy moves!

The Ninth Form of the Frost Sword Technique—A Thousand Miles of Frosty Sky!

boom!!!

The deafening roar of the collision of true energy exploded on the official road, and the shockwave swept across, throwing Sun Hou and his carriage to the ground. The horses, startled, neighed and pulled the half-damaged carriage wildly away.

Fang Yueyuan felt a chill run through her body, and her body stiffened, unable to move.

Immediately afterwards, his arms jolted, and excruciating pain shot from his fingers, wrists, forearms, and elbows all the way to his shoulders, accompanied by the sound of bones cracking as densely as popping beans!

His prized divine sword flew out of his hand, twirling in mid-air before embedding itself in the trunk of a locust tree by the roadside, disappearing down to the hilt.

He himself was blasted backward by that overwhelming force, spitting out blood.

How is that possible?!

While he was in mid-air, only this one thought flashed through his mind.

He was a veteran expert in the mid-stage of the True Qi Realm, who had dominated Fengshan County for over a decade. How could his arms be shattered by a single sword strike?

Isn't Su Bai only at the early stage of True Qi Realm?

Before he could land, a figure flashed before his eyes.

Su Bai was already in front of him.

It was fleeting, incredibly fast.

Before Fang Yueyuan could even react, she was struck in the chest.

The palm strike penetrated his body, shattering his already chaotic internal energy, making his internal organs feel as if they had been squeezed tightly.

He fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

His survival instincts compelled him to unleash his last strength as he lay dying—he kicked out with all his might, striking Su Bai squarely in the abdomen!

Got it!

A flash of wild joy appeared in Fang Yueyuan's eyes.

This kick concentrated his last bit of true energy; even a mid-stage True Qi Realm cultivator would suffer internal organ displacement from such a blow.

Then, his smile froze on his face.

Su Bai remained completely still.

That kick felt like hitting a metal plate; the recoil caused cracks to appear in Fang Yueyuan's leg bones.

He looked up in horror. In the moonlight, Su Bai looked down at him, her eyes as calm as if she were looking at an ant.

"Horizontal—Horizontal training—" Fang Yueyuan's throat gushed blood, her voice broken and intermittent, "You—you are a late-stage True Qi Realm cultivator—"

Su Bai did not deny it.

The horror in Fang Yueyuan's eyes reached its peak.

He is at the late stage of the True Qi Realm and also practices external martial arts, and has reached such an astonishing level. With such talent and strength, those so-called aristocratic geniuses of Fengshan County are not even worthy of carrying his shoes!

What kind of monster did the Li family mess with?!

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but the gushing blood blocked his throat.

Su Bai squatted down, his tone indifferent: "Who sent you?"

Fang Yueyuan's pupils had begun to dilate, but his will to survive made him raise his hand with all his might, and with his own blood, he drew a word on the ground.

plum.

After finishing the last stroke, his hand fell limply to his side, and the light in his eyes completely disappeared.

Fang Yueyuan, the renowned veteran martial arts master known as "Divine Blade" of Fengshan County, has met his end.

Su Bai stood up, looked at the blood-written words on the ground, and then at the gradually cooling corpse.

plum.

The Li family of Fengshan County.

There is only one person who has a grudge against him so great that he would send a mid-stage True Qi Realm expert to intercept and kill him.

Li Yuehu.

In the distance, Sun Hou staggered back, his face deathly pale.

"grown ups!"

Sun Hou's voice was slightly panicked, his expression suddenly changed, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Clearly, he had just realized that he had been so close to the corpse without even noticing.

"It's alright. Search the body."

Su Bai shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the dark shadows of the forest in the distance, his tone as calm as if he were giving an ordinary instruction.

Sun Hou nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and then squatted down.

He took a deep breath, his fingers stiffly reaching for Fang Yueyuan's body. As he rummaged through her clothes, his knuckles inadvertently touched the still-warm flesh, and his movements paused again.

He gritted his teeth and continued to explore.

Fang Yueyuan only had some healing medicine on her. Several packets of medicine wrapped in oiled paper slipped out of her bosom, emitting a faint bitter smell.

He had only brought a few taels of silver, which gleamed dullly in the moonlight, and rolled into the grass, getting a little dirty.

That's true. When going out to assassinate someone, how could you possibly carry too much stuff?

A night breeze rustled the grass, as if whispering something.

"Wait here for a while."

As Su Bai spoke, he turned and walked toward the carriage.

He raised his hand to untie the ropes binding the horses and the carriage. His movements were unhurried and deliberate. As his slender fingers tugged at the knots, the moonlight cast interplay of light and shadow on the back of his hand.

The ropes were loosened, the horse snorted, and its mane fluttered slightly in the night breeze.

He mounted the horse, pulled on the reins, and the horse trotted a few steps in place, its hooves making a dull thud.

The anxious wait inside the post station was intensified as the sun gradually slanted westward, its rays climbing over the courtyard wall and casting long shadows on the bluestone ground.

On the stone table in the inn's courtyard, the rough pottery teapot had been filled three times and was now empty again, its spout pointing diagonally at the reddish sunset on the horizon.

Li Yuehu stood up, then sat down, then sat down again, then stood up again.

The stone bench was so hot from his rubbing that his bottom bounced up as if he had been burned the moment he put it on.

His undamaged left hand gripped the edge of the stone table, his rough knuckles turning bluish-white. His right sleeve hung limply, swaying slightly with his body movements, the fabric of the cuff worn smooth and shiny.

"Why haven't they come back yet?" He finally couldn't help but ask, his voice forced out from his throat, suppressing his anger like smoldering coals in a stove. "It's only a two-hour round trip from the post station to that wretched village. I could run that round trip even with my limp back in the day! What time is it? Huh? Look at the sun, look!"

Li Yao stood to the side, holding the bowl of tea that had long since gone cold, with tiny tea leaves floating motionless on the surface. He smiled ingratiatingly, his wrinkles crinkling into a deep frown: "Young Master, don't worry, Senior Fang will be here soon, he'll be here soon."

"Almost there, almost there, that's all you can say!" Li Yuehu suddenly turned his head, propped his one arm on the stone table, leaned forward, and stared intently at Li Yao.

His single eye was bloodshot, and a fire seemed to burn deep within its pupil. "We've been talking since noon, from midday until sunset! Give me a straight answer, when is he coming back? When!"

Li Yao subconsciously took half a step back, his heel hit the stone slab, and his body swayed.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his lips moved, but like a fish out of water, he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

How can he give a definite answer?

Su Bai is already at the early stage of the True Qi Realm. If they were to fight head-on, the young master would not be afraid at all.

Although the young master lost an arm, he wields that knife more skillfully than an ordinary person with both hands. Even a master at the mid-stage of the True Qi Realm might not be able to get the better of him.

But if it's in the shadows—if it's in the shadows, where is the thief hiding, catching people off guard?

Li Yao recalled his words to the young master yesterday: Yi Fang Yue Yuan had been famous for many years, nicknamed "Divine Sword," and the number of experts who had fallen to him over the years could stretch to the city gates. Even if Su Bai was only at the mid-stage of the True Qi Realm, the old man could easily capture him.

But if the young master were to chase after them personally, and were to be taken hostage by the thief—the young master's life would now become a burden, a burden that would cause him great worry.

Seeing his expression, Li Yuehu let out a cold snort and sat back down on the stone bench.

The stone bench thudded as he sat on it, and with a wave of his one arm, he said, "That's enough, that's enough. My life has become a burden."

"I've become a burden! Even chasing after a young punk requires someone else's help, and I'm just sitting here waiting, like a useless piece of trash waiting to be fed!"

"Young Master, please calm down." Li Yao cautiously took half a step forward, placed the cold tea on the stone table, and rubbed his hands together. "Think about it, who is Fang Yueyuan?"

"The legendary swordsman who became famous at sixteen," you weren't even born then, young master! How many masters have fallen to him over the years?

Remember Liu Yizhang from the Hengshan Sect? He was a master who could shatter stone tablets with a single palm strike, but when he encountered Elder Fang, he met his maker in three sword strikes.

"Let alone Su Bai, who is only at the early stage of the True Qi Realm, even someone at the mid-stage of the True Qi Realm could be easily dealt with by this old man."

Li Yuehu raised his eyelids, glanced at him sideways with his one eye, and said nothing.

Seeing this, Li Yao leaned forward and lowered his voice: "Since he hasn't returned yet, it must be that cunning Su Bai has hidden in some rat hole. It's only natural that it takes Senior Fang some time to find him."

Think about it, even though the village is small, there are haystacks, dilapidated kilns, and dry wells—where can't people hide?

Elder Fang was unfamiliar with the area, and searching house to house would inevitably take some effort.

These words softened Li Yuehu's expression slightly. He remained silent for a moment, staring at the increasingly dark sunset over the courtyard wall, then suddenly sneered, "That brat Su Bai, he better not let Fang Yueyuan kill him. I'll personally—personally snap his neck!"

He raised his single arm, his five fingers slowly closing, his knuckles cracking, and the veins on the back of his hand bulging. "I'll show him what happens when he steals from me."

Before he could finish speaking, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

A guard trotted in, his boots clattering on the stone slabs. He clasped his hands in a fist salute and bowed, still slightly out of breath: "Young Master, we hear the sound of horses' hooves in the distance, heading this way!"

Li Yuehu abruptly stood up, his movement so sudden that his knee slammed against the edge of the stone table, but he seemed oblivious. With a swift swing of his one arm, his sleeve whipped through the air, nearly knocking the teapot off the table: "Has Fang Yueyuan returned? Tell me! Was it him?"

"It's getting dark, and we can't see clearly." The guard looked up at the dim light outside the courtyard, then looked down again. "But from the sound of hooves—it must be a lone rider, not going very fast, like someone in a hurry."

"One man, one horse—" A glint flashed in Li Yuehu's eyes, his single eye widened, and the last ray of red light on the horizon was reflected in his pupil.

He then grinned, revealing a set of white teeth that gleamed brilliantly in the twilight. "Good! Good! It must be Fang Yueyuan who captured Su Bai, tied that little thief to his horse, and rode back! That must be it!"

He strode towards the courtyard gate, his one arm clenched into a fist, knuckles cracking, each step making the stone slabs tremble: "I want to see how many lives this brat Su Bai has to live! Nobody stop me, nobody stop me! I'm going to cut off his ears first, then gouge out his eyes, and finally…"

Before the words were finished, the sound of horses' hooves drew closer.

Tap, tap, tap, tap—not too fast, not too slow, like someone tapping a drum on a stone slab.

But the drumbeats seemed to get closer and closer, yet also farther and farther away.

They simply swept straight past the main road in front of the post station without stopping or hesitating, heading into the distance along the official road.

The clatter of hooves gradually faded, grew softer, and was eventually swallowed by the twilight.

Li Yuehu froze in place.

He stepped out of the courtyard gate with one foot and remained inside with the other, standing there as if someone had acupunctured him.

He stared blankly at the dark figure gradually disappearing into the twilight at the end of the official road. There was a horse and only one person on it, lying on the horse's back. There was no other person in sight.

The sneer on his face hadn't faded yet; it was still frozen on his face, his lips twitching and his eyes wrinkled, as if he were a clay sculpture.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

The guard kept his head down, not daring to breathe, but his eyes secretly rolled upwards to glance at the young master's face before quickly lowering them again.

Li Yao opened his mouth, a muffled gurgling sound coming from his throat, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't squeeze out a single word.

The sunset glow on the courtyard wall had completely faded, leaving only a sliver of gray and white on the horizon.

a long time.

"Bang!"

The teapot on the stone table was swept away by a palm strike, somersaulted in the air, and crashed hard against the courtyard wall with a "crack," shattering into dust. Tea splashed all over the wall, and tea stalks stuck to the wall, slowly sliding down.

"Damn it!" Li Yuehu roared, sweeping his one arm and kicking over the stone bench. The bench rolled away, crashing into the base of the courtyard wall with a dull thud. "It's not Fang Yueyuan, it's not Fang Yueyuan! This damn inn, this damn road, this damn damn Su Bai!"

"Young Master, please calm down! Young Master, please calm down!" Li Yao hurriedly stepped forward, but dared not get too close, stretching out his hands as if he wanted to help but dared not. "Perhaps they are passing merchants, perhaps they are travelers in a hurry, perhaps..."

"Maybe what? Maybe it's bullshit!" Li Yuehu's chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath. His single eye, bloodshot and spiderweb-like, stared intently at Li Yao. His face trembled, and he gritted his teeth, squeezing out each word, "Didn't you just say it was almost done? Didn't you just say Fang Yueyuan would definitely catch that scoundrel? Where is he? Where is he! Tell me, where is he?!"