I, a centenarian, sweep through the gates of immortality.

Faced with Shen Zhao's screams and pleas, Yun Shu remained indifferent, showing no pity whatsoever. With a swift sword strike, Shen Zhao's head was severed.

Fresh blood gushed from his neck, reaching over ten feet high.

The other cultivators of Xuanqing Temple were all horrified upon seeing this.

"Senior Brother Shen... he... he's dead!"

Although the little Pixiu at this time did not have many supernatural powers, the speed and destructive power brought by its Foundation Establishment stage cultivation were extremely strong, and ordinary Qi Refining cultivators would find it difficult to resist.

With Lin Feng's assistance, the cultivators of Xuanqing Temple were suppressed and unable to move, almost powerless to fight back.

Seeing that Shen Zhao was dead, they were filled with fear and had completely lost their will to fight. They all shouted.

"Stop hitting him!"

"We are willing to surrender!"

Seeing that these people were surrendering one after another, Lin Feng gathered them together, forced them to lay down their weapons, and then dispersed his spiritual energy to ensure that they would not resist for a short period of time. After that, he asked the little Pixiu to guard them, and then walked up to Yun Shu with a grateful face, bowed and said.

"Fairy Yun, I am so grateful for your help in killing Shen Zhao. Otherwise, I would be the one dying here today. I have no way to repay this kindness."

Yun Shu flicked two fingers, wiping the blood off her sword, without responding to Lin Feng's gratitude.

Lin Feng, unfazed, pointed to the surrendered cultivators and asked.

"By the way, these people have surrendered. What should we do with them?"

Lin Feng was conflicted about how to deal with these surrendered people.

Without even thinking, Yun Shu uttered a single word.

"kill."

Lin Feng was taken aback for a moment, and Yun Shu immediately added.

"These people have all seen you before, and they know about the little Pixiu."

"They must die."

In Lin Feng's simple understanding, if someone dies in battle, it's no one's fault but to blame others. However, it seems that those who surrender should not be killed outright.

But he had to admit that Yun Shu was right. These people had seen him and the little Pixiu. If they were released, there would be endless trouble.

Just as Lin Feng hesitated for a moment, Yun Shu made her move. She raised her right hand slightly, and a subtle and pure spiritual energy was condensed, quickly forming a water droplet.

"Whoosh!"

As Yun Shu exerted her power, the large water droplet shot out rapidly, then dispersed into many smaller droplets, shooting towards those who had surrendered like sharp blades.

"what!"

In an instant, screams filled the air, but quickly disappeared, leaving only corpses and flowing blood.

At this moment, Lin Feng's gaze towards Yun Shu changed, becoming extremely complex.

It turns out that the ethereal Yun Shu is also ruthless when it comes to killing.

Is Yun Shu the only one who feels this way?

Or is this true for all practitioners?

Is this also one of the cruel aspects of the path to immortality?

Lin Feng was unable to answer any of these questions for the time being. He still had the heart of an ordinary person, but he couldn't guarantee how long he could hold on to it.

Seeing Lin Feng looking lost, Yun Shu didn't offer any comfort, but instead asked in a cold and indifferent tone.

"Sir, may I ask you a question? Have you truly had a miraculous encounter, or are you hiding something from me?"

Yun Shu almost instinctively realized that Lin Feng must have some unknown secret.

Besides his innate talent for swordsmanship, there must be other secrets.

Lin Feng was also struggling with whether or not to tell Yun Shu about the jade pendant.

Or to put it another way, should he trust Yun Shu without reservation?

Yun Shu's previous arrangements for him were extremely kind and righteous, and now she has helped him go on a killing spree. They are friends who have risked their lives for each other, so she should be trustworthy.

The problem is that Yun Shu did not show indifference towards the treasure. What if she becomes interested in it?

Even if Yun Shu is trustworthy, she still has Chong Yanggu behind her. The incident involving Ying Wujiu serves as a stark warning.

With that in mind, Lin Feng decided to keep it a secret for the time being.

"Alright, Fairy Yun saved my life, so I will no longer hide anything from you."

"As you know, I am a primordial sword embryo. Although my meridians are severed, I have gained another ability: to convert all spiritual energy into spiritual power that the human body can absorb. This applies not only to elixirs but to all spiritual energy."

"The reason I made such rapid progress in Chongyang Valley was because I absorbed the remnants of broken swords in the sword-making workshop. After leaving Chongyang Valley, I also discovered by chance that Shen Zhao and others were searching for Yin spirits in the surrounding desolate graves. I absorbed a large number of Yin spirits, so my cultivation broke through quickly."

Upon hearing this, Yun Shu frowned deeply.

"Can even spirits be absorbed?"

Lin Feng nodded, then pointed to the little Pixiu and said.

"It inhaled quite a bit of it along with me."

The little Pixiu was licking its wounds, and upon hearing Lin Feng's words, it nodded its fluffy little head repeatedly.

Lin Feng spoke with a mix of truth and falsehood, and Yun Shu was also skeptical.

However, Yun Shu was too weak and had no intention of distinguishing between the real and the fake at this point. She took out a lot of pills from her pocket and handed them to Lin Feng, saying dejectedly.

"Old sir, your destiny is truly blessed. I fear I am powerless to help you further. Please accept these pills, and we shall part ways here."

Yun Shu sighed and was about to turn and leave when Lin Feng suddenly stopped her.

"Fairy Yun, you look haggard, it must be because of the sect merger."

"Could it be that there's truly no chance of winning?"

Yun Shu looked at Lin Feng, intending to remain silent, but many thoughts welled up in her heart.

Since things had come to this point and the outcome could not be changed, there was no point in hiding it from Lin Feng. Since she had just met Lin Feng and there was not much conflict of interest between them, Yun Shu took this opportunity to vent her frustrations and the despair she had felt during this period.

"There is absolutely no chance of winning."

"The reason I am here today is ninefold: to go to Qingfeng Valley and witness the challenge posed by the people of Xuanqing Temple."

"A crushing defeat."

"Senior Brother Zhou Ming of Qingfeng Valley is even stronger than me, and he is only one step away from breaking through to the Core Formation stage."

"The Xuanqing Temple disciple who fought against Senior Brother Zhouming had only been practicing for a year, yet his cultivation had already reached the mid-Foundation Establishment stage."

"The most terrifying thing is that Senior Brother Zhouming, who is at the peak of Foundation Establishment, was completely powerless to fight back when facing a Xuanqing Temple disciple who was at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage."

"That's a monster! A monster!"

At this point, Yun Shu buried her face in her hands and squatted down on the ground, her voice trembling and hoarse.

"We can't win, we can't win!"

"None of Chongyang Valley's disciples can defeat him!"

"It's over! It's all over!"