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

Chapter 139 Death!

Li Yao was so humiliated by the scolding that he couldn't lift his head. His neck was hunched, his shoulders were shrugged, and his lips were trembling, but he didn't know how to defend himself. He twisted his hands together, rubbing them back and forth, his palms covered in cold sweat.

He also began to feel anxious.

Given Fang Yueyuan's strength, capturing Su Bai, who was only at the early stage of the True Qi Realm, should have been a piece of cake.

Fang Yueyuan's sword was as fast as lightning and as ruthless as a venomous snake; back then, many masters couldn't dodge its strike.

Could it be—could something have gone wrong? Could Su Bai be more troublesome than expected? Could it be the sound of horses' hooves?

This time, Li Yao heard it clearly—the sound of horses' hooves was coming towards the post station. It wasn't rushing past as before, nor was it moving at a leisurely pace; instead, it grew closer, clearer, and slower, heading straight for the post station.

He suddenly looked up and gazed towards the courtyard gate.

Li Yuehu also stopped roaring, narrowed his one eye, and stared intently at the direction of the official road.

His clenched fist slowly loosened, then slowly clenched again, his knuckles turning white.

The sound of horses' hooves grew closer and clearer, no longer the hurried galloping of before, nor the leisurely sound of a journey—but rather, it grew closer and slower, the hooves landing on the dirt road with a dull "thump-thump" sound, heading straight for the post station.

Li Yao's heart skipped a beat, and an uncontrollable thought surged into his mind: Could it be—

Could it be that Fang Yueyuan lost her way on horseback, realized she had missed the post station, and turned back?

He subconsciously took a step forward, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he dared not utter a sound, only staring intently at the increasingly dark night outside the courtyard gate.

Night, like ink, slowly crept in, swallowing up the road outside the courtyard gate, the trees outside the courtyard gate, and the fields outside the courtyard gate.

The sound of horses' hooves stopped.

A low neigh came from outside the courtyard gate. The horse snorted and pawed at the ground, the rustling sound particularly clear in the night.

The night wind swept fiercely across the wasteland, whipping up withered reeds and slamming them against the dilapidated door of the post station with a loud crack.

Su Bai stood in the middle of the official road, the moonlight stretching his shadow into a thin, dark line.

His gaze pierced through the thin night fog, landing on the flickering firelight not far away—like a crimson eye, blinking eerily in the cold night.

He had passed by this post station three days ago and it was deserted, with only the sound of the wind whistling through the broken walls and ruins. But tonight, the lights suddenly came on.

He should have continued on his way.

But that wisp of firelight seemed like an invisible thread reaching out from the darkness, gently hooking his soul and making him change his mind as if possessed.

Su Bai twisted his body and silently disappeared into the withered reeds by the roadside.

The reeds swayed beside him, making a soft rustling sound, which perfectly masked the subtle sound of his clothes rustling in the wind.

He crouched low, his steps as light as if he were walking on cotton, and slowly approached the post station.

Two guards stood at the door, huddled under the eaves with their arms crossed, the cold wind scraping their rough faces like knives.

They talked without restraint, their voices carrying far in the quiet night.

"That brat surnamed Su, I heard he's not even twenty years old yet, barely grown pubic hair, and he dares to kill someone from our Li family?"

The guard on the left spat out a mouthful of phlegm, which instantly seeped into the cracked earth and disappeared without a trace. "When I catch him, I'm going to personally break his bones one by one, and I'll make sure he watches with his eyes open!"

"Tearing him to pieces is too lenient." Another guard squinted his triangular eyes and spoke in a sinister tone, a malicious smile spreading across his lips. "Young Master said he wants him alive, to be slowly tortured. First, whip him with a salt-soaked whip, then put him in the cangue, to let him know the consequences of offending the Li family."

Su Bai hid behind the reeds, a slow smile curving his lips.

found it.

He took a deep breath, the cool night wind filling his lungs, and his inner energy circulated through his meridians. He flicked his finger, and an invisible wisp of wind struck the window paper, silently tearing a hair-thin crack in its surface.

The dim light shone through the cracks, illuminating just half of his face. The firelight danced on his young face, highlighting the slight upturn of his lips and the cold killing intent in his eyes.

There were four people in the room, some sitting and some lying down, in a languid posture.

Beside the central bonfire, a fat man in a brocade robe sat cross-legged, drinking wine from a wine flask. A thin man dressed as a servant diligently added firewood, sparks crackling and flying everywhere.

It was Li Yuehu and Li Yao.

"Young Master," Li Yao added a dry branch to the fire, then looked up and asked ingratiatingly, "Do you think Su Bai might have already slipped away to Qingjiang County?"

Li Yuehu took a swig of wine, the liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth, which he didn't bother to wipe away. He sneered, "Escape? He can't escape forever. I've already sent someone to invite Fang Yueyuan, the 'Divine Sword,' a master of the mid-stage of the True Qi Realm. I won't find him today, but within three days at most, Fang Yueyuan will bring me his head."

"I see!" Li Yao's eyes lit up, and his wrinkles beamed with joy. "Young Master is truly a master strategist, planning and winning from afar."

Li Yuehu's face was full of smugness. He raised his thick chin and his oily face was full of self-satisfaction: "Young Master, I have arranged this perfectly. Even if that kid has wings, he can't escape my grasp. When we make our move, we will kill him cleanly."

Su Bai listened, his smile deepening, but his eyes remained icy cold.

True Qi Realm? Fang Yueyuan?

He slowly drew his long sword from his waist, the blade rubbing against the scabbard with a barely audible hum. The blade gleamed with a chilling light in the moonlight.

Inside the room, Li Yuehu was still talking, spittle flying everywhere: "When that kid is caught, I'll first sever his tendons in his hands and feet, making him lie there like a dead dog. Then I'll make him kneel in front of me, kowtowing for three days and three nights, each time he kowtows, he has to say, 'Grandpa, I was wrong.'"

""

Before he could finish speaking, the window shattered!

Wood chips and scraps of paper scattered like a flock of startled birds. A dark figure, accompanied by the biting night wind, rushed into the room, moving so fast that it left only a blur in everyone's eyes.

The two guards closest to the window didn't even have time to stand up; one was picking his earwax, and the other was scratching his toes, when a blade flashed across their necks like a bolt of lightning.

*Pfft*

The two heads flew off almost simultaneously, blood gushing from the severed necks like two crimson fountains.

Hot blood splattered on the earthen wall, making a hissing sound, and bursting into dazzling blood flowers on the dim yellow wall.

The headless corpse sat frozen for a moment before collapsing with a thud.

"There's an assassin!"

The remaining guards were shocked and furious, their voices trembling as they frantically drew their swords.

The guard leader, who was at the early stage of the True Qi Realm, reacted the fastest. His pupils shrank sharply, and as he retreated rapidly, he held a sword horizontally in front of his chest, the blade trembling slightly from the force of the movement.

But he was fast, and the blade flashed even faster.

Su Bai shifted his feet, his figure moving like a ghost as he pressed forward, his toes lightly touching the ground, almost gliding along. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed the first move of the Frost Sword Technique—First Bloom of Winter Plum!

The guard leader felt a blur before his eyes, and his grip on the knife suddenly loosened. He instinctively looked down and saw that his wrist had been severed cleanly at the root, the white bone exposed, and blood gushing out with each heartbeat.

Then he saw his back.

The perspective shifted strangely halfway around, and his head slid off his neck, his eyes still wide open, his lips slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something.

"True Qi Realm - Mid-Stage"

These were his last thoughts, squeezed out of his throat as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

But he didn't know that Su Bai was in the late stage of True Qi Realm.

But it makes no difference; you wouldn't need that much strength to kill him.

The remaining three Divine Power Realm guards were terrified, their faces ashen, and they turned to flee through the door. Before they could even take a step, their crotches were already soaked.

Su Bai's sword strikes continued unabated, unleashing three more swift blows. The three gleaming blades, like invitations from the Grim Reaper, chased after the three figures.

Three streaks of blood erupted from the backs of the three men, piercing through their chests from their backs. Their running posture froze for a moment, then they collapsed to the ground, their limbs twitching twice before falling silent.

From breaking the window to killing all four people, it took only three breaths.

The only sounds inside were the crackling of the flames and the strong stench of blood in the air.

Li Yao's legs felt weak, like two cooked noodles. He wanted to run, but found that his feet were rooted to the ground.

He opened his mouth, a sound came from his throat, his upper and lower teeth clashing violently, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Li Yuehu was better than him, but only slightly better.

He sat there, his face contorted with trembling flesh, his thick chin shaking uncontrollably, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints as he stared intently at the masked man in black before him.

The wine flask slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, spilling wine all over his crotch, but he was completely unaware.

"You—you are—"

Su Bai did not rush to make a move.

He raised his left hand and slowly pulled off the black mask covering his face.

The flickering firelight illuminated a young face. The face had distinct features, and there was even a hint of youthful naiveté in the eyes and brows; the fine hairs above the lips had not yet fallen out.

But in those eyes was a cold, desolate killing intent, dark and deep, like two bottomless ancient wells.

Li Yuehu's pupils dilated suddenly, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets: "Su Bai!"

"It's me." Su Bai, carrying a knife, approached step by step.

Blood droplets from the blade slid down in a line, leaving fine marks on the dry, hard ground—one drop, two drops, three drops, like a countdown to death.

Li Yao finally regained his voice and screamed in terror, his voice shrill like a pig being slaughtered: "Don't come any closer! We are from the Li family! The Li family of Fengshan! If you dare touch us, the entire Li family will not let you off! Let me tell you, the Li family is full of experts; they could drown you with just a spit from each of them!"

Su Bai kept walking, his boots making a slight, sticky sound as they stepped on the bloodstains.

Li Yuehu suddenly stood up, wanting to run, but found that his legs wouldn't obey him at all, as if they were filled with lead.

He gritted his teeth, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, his fat bulging out, his eyes narrowed into slits: "Lord Su—Lord Su, let's talk this out. What happened before was our fault, we were blind. How much silver do you want? Name your price, I'll give you double—no, ten times! Gold, I'll give you gold!"

"Silver?" Su Bai stopped and tilted his head, as if seriously considering the suggestion. His gaze fell on Li Yuehu's face, a half-smile on his lips.

Thinking he had a chance, Li Yuehu quickly said, his voice pleading, "Yes! Money! And women! Whatever you want, I'll give you! Just let us go, and I, Li Yuehu, swear to heaven I'll never bother you again! If I'm lying, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!"

"Sounds good." Su Bai nodded, his smile seeming to deepen.

Li Yuehu had just breathed a sigh of relief, and the fat on his face had just relaxed, when he heard Su Bai continue, "Unfortunately, I don't want to."

Li Yuehu's expression froze, like a stiff mask.

Li Yuehu finally understood.

Tonight, the young man had no intention of wanting anything.

All he wanted was his life.

"Su Bai!" Li Yuehu suddenly roared, his voice shrill with fear, like a dying beast. "By killing us, you've made an enemy of the entire Fengshan Li family! Do you know how many people are in the Li family? Do you know who stands behind them? Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you won't escape the Li family's pursuit!"

"Who said I was going to run away?"

Su Bai interrupted him, pointing his blade. The firelight reflecting off the blade illuminated his face, making his expression appear uncertain: "After I kill you all, I will naturally go to the Li family. I will kill them one by one until I have killed them all."

Li Yuehu felt ice-cold all over, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe.

He looked into Su Bai's eyes and saw no anger, no hatred, only a pure—

Joy. That's the look in a hunter's eyes when he sees his prey fall into his trap.

That madman.

He genuinely wanted to kill everyone in the Li family.

"you""

Before Li Yuehu could finish speaking, the blade was already upon him.

The gleaming blade sliced ​​through the air, leaving a chilling arc. He instinctively raised his hand to block, but his raised hand lost its strength in mid-air and fell limply to the ground.

He looked down and saw a bright, vivid blood bloom on his chest, quickly spreading across his brocade robe.

"I shouldn't have—" he gurgled, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes becoming unfocused and vacant, "I shouldn't have—provoked you—"

Su Bai drew his sword.

The blade withdrew from the flesh, raising a cloud of blood mist.

Li Yuehu collapsed to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust. His eyes were wide open, his pupils dilated, and he died with his eyes wide open, unable to close them in peace.

Li Yao screamed and shrank back, his back hitting the corner of the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

He waved his hands wildly, as if trying to drive away invisible ghosts: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! It was all my young master's idea! It was him!"

"He's the one who wants to kill you! I—I'm just a servant! I can give you money! Lots of money! Enough for you to spend for a lifetime!"

Su Bai looked at him and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint and gentle, yet it sent chills down Li Yao's spine, and a stench of urine wafted from his crotch.

A flash of light.

Li Yao's pupils suddenly dilated, and his expression froze in extreme fear.

His mouth was open, and a final murmur escaped his throat, as faint as a spider's silk in the wind: "—I—really—regret—I shouldn't have…"

Before he could finish speaking, his head fell.

Su Bai stood up and glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground.

The fire crackled, and sparks flew onto the tips of his boots. He glanced down at them, then slowly stomped them out.

He bent down and carefully wiped the bloodstains off the knife using the clean brocade robe on Li Yuehu's body.

One stroke, two strokes, three strokes, until the blade regained its gleam, reflecting his calm face.

After wiping it clean, he sheathed the sword, the blade fitting snugly into the scabbard with a crisp "click".

He turned around and searched the bodies again.

Only Li Yuehu had several thousand taels of silver notes; the rest of his possessions were of little value.

Su Bai turned and walked toward the broken window.

The night wind blew in through the hole, causing the flames to flicker violently and casting his shadow on the wall in a distorted and deformed manner.