Chapter 100

(First update at noon, to be released after 30 minutes past midnight, the first chapter will be published, please give recommendations, this might be the last chance for Chunya to break ten thousand recommendations today.)

Four young men from the Four Seasons Pavilion, Jichun, Jixia, Jiyou, and Jidong!

The four were born from the same womb, their hearts in sync, each inheriting one of the four styles of the second-tier superior sword technique, the Four Seasons Sword. At just nineteen years old, they had already successfully established their foundations, beginning to make a name for themselves in the entire Shiyan Prefecture.

Su Qinnian remained unperturbed, his gaze sweeping over them, and he said calmly, "What can I do for you, gentlemen?"

Jichun smiled, a long sword as green as spring grass on his back. His aura was soothing, like a gentle spring breeze, and he said warmly, "So it's Su Qinnian from Wudang. Unfortunately, you're a bit late. My brothers and I discovered this place early and have been lying in wait, waiting for the final ripening."

"Oh, really?" Su Qinnian showed a hint of confusion.

"You're Su Qinnian, right? I heard you broke into a few burial pits, but don't let that go to your head. That Lin Ming from Huashan is a waste, but I also heard that you had a reputation as Su Qier in Wudang's Xiaoyao Valley. Yet, you're still on death row with a suspended sentence!"

This was Jixia speaking. He was like the scorching summer, with a fiery temper, and he said coldly, "But listen up. If I respect you, I'll call you Brother Su. If I don't, you're just a convict on death row, a criminal, not even worth mentioning among the lowest of the low. Step aside, the dangers in this Primordial Spirit World are numerous. Even if you disappear without a trace, no one will know."

"Brother, that's a bit harsh. He's still a convict on death row from Wudang, but with a stroke of luck, even a dead fish can turn over." Jiyou looked like the refreshing autumn breeze, and his tone was brisk, though not necessarily pleasant to hear.

"Stop talking nonsense, get lost!"

Jidong's voice was as cold as ice. He was the one among the four whose aura was closest to the sharpness of the sword, so cold that it seemed the air around him was beginning to freeze.

However, Su Qinnian's expression of confusion remained unchanged, and he muttered, "Why are all the chickens, ducks, pigs, and dogs barking...?"

Jichun was stunned, beginning to doubt whether the other party was even responding to him. Jixia's face turned red, and he reached for the fiery red sword hilt behind him. Jiyou's face darkened, and Jidong emitted an even deeper chill.

Clang!

Almost simultaneously, the four long swords were drawn, all pointing at Su Qinnian.

The four swords, each four feet and three inches long, were as follows: Jixia's sword was as red as molten lava, Jiyou's was golden like ripe grain, and Jidong's was a blend of blue and white, icy cold. Jichun's sword was as green as spring grass. Together, they formed the famous Four Seasons Sword of the Four Seasons Pavilion.

However, this set of Four Seasons Swords was just a replica, ranked as a Broken Hair level. The true Four Seasons Sword was a flawless treasure, the pride of the Four Seasons Pavilion.

Before the four even moved, the four intangible auras began to blend, as if the four seasons were truly present in this mountain hollow. The four auras rotated, subtly emitting a sense of the passage of time and the vastness of the sea.

"Are you going to kill me?" Su Qinnian suddenly asked.

"What, are you afraid now? But it's too late. If you had retreated in time, you wouldn't be facing this outcome. Since you chose to act, do you think we would hold back?"

Jidong said coldly, "Cut the grass at the root. The martial world isn't like the world of sages and scholars. Order is determined by people, and rules exist only in the hearts of people."

Unmoved, Su Qinnian simply nodded. "Then I can send you on your way with peace of mind. Good and evil exist in the hearts of people. You can't control yourselves, but I must adhere to my principles. Since you see me as an enemy, to me, you are all pigs and dogs."

"Ridiculous!"

The four brothers shouted in unison. Their hearts were in sync, and they always fought together, combining their swords. Facing Su Qinnian was no exception. This young man had shown considerable skill in dealing with Lin Ming from Huashan, clearly having a deep understanding of Wudang's Turtle-Snake Fist. Although the four had established their foundations, their cultivation was sealed in this Primordial Spirit World, so they had to be cautious.

Whoosh!

The sword light rose, green like willows, red like the sun, golden like autumn water, and white like snow. The four-colored sword light intertwined, forming a four-colored cage. The sword light intertwined, blood energy surged, and in an instant, Su Qinnian seemed to see the four seasons, the passage of time, and the vastness of the sea, which eroded his mind.

"Mountain Impact."

Su Qinnian suddenly spoke, his tone calm. But as he repeated "Mountain Impact," a volcanic-like surge of blood energy rose from his body.

"Mountain Impact! Mountain Impact!"

He exhaled repeatedly, his voice resonant. To the eyes of Jichun and his brothers, it was as if an ancient divine turtle had suddenly awakened from a long slumber. They seemed to hear the sound of chains being pulled, one end connected to the turtle's shell, the other to a four-colored ancient mountain.

"Mountain Impact! Mountain Impact! Mountain Impact!"

Su Qinnian's voice became urgent and sharp. His gaze was fierce, as if piercing through illusions. He formed a fist, and the ancient divine turtle seemed to merge with him.

Boom!

Blood energy swirled, and a fist like a red dawn struck out, the sound like a mountain collapsing. This majestic fist struck the four-colored cage.

Clang!

Sparks flew as Su Qinnian's fist shook the cage, causing the four-colored sword light to ripple. His fist remained unharmed, like the ancient turtle's sturdy shell.

The four brothers from the Four Seasons Pavilion immediately changed their expressions. They felt a powerful, overwhelming force almost penetrate the layers of sword light, making their arms tingle.

How is this possible!

The four were shaken. The four-colored cage, formed by their combined blood energy, couldn't even subdue this fifteen-year-old youth?

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Su Qinnian continued to punch, his youthful demeanor transformed. He now seemed like an ancient deity awakening, struggling to break free from his shackles. Each punch was accompanied by a vast, yang energy, his black hair dancing, his eyes sharp like blades. Even with his mental energy sealed, it wasn't lost. Each punch still carried a faint, unshakable will.

A series of sparks flew as Su Qinnian clashed with the Four Seasons Sword light. His blood energy was unending, like a mighty river, and in the eyes of Jichun and his brothers, they could faintly see the shadow of a dormant furnace. Just a glance was enough to make their hearts race, as if it contained a terrifying power that could destroy everything.

Hum!

The Four Seasons Sword light grew even stronger. The four brothers dared not be the least bit careless, pushing their blood energy to the limit. The essence of the Four Seasons Sword was refined to the highest level they could achieve, and the four-colored sword light began to blend slightly.

The four-colored cage became more stable.

"Mountain Impact! Mountain Impact! Mountain Impact! Mountain Impact! Mountain Impact!"

Finally, Su Qinnian let out a long howl, like a celestial horse neighing, tearing through layers of distant space, descending into the mortal world. His golden eyes seemed to possess a spiritual awareness, surveying all directions, and his tail of light slashed through the air, tearing it apart.

A celestial horse!

This time, Jichun and his brothers were utterly shocked. This wasn't just any other phenomenon; it was a fully manifested celestial horse, a level of blood energy that could only be achieved by reaching the eighth level of perfection in Wudang's Turtle-Snake Fist.

The Four Seasons Pavilion was a second-tier sect in Shiyan Prefecture, and their foundation-building technique, the Four Seasons Canon, had only eight levels. The four had all reached the eighth level of perfection, but their combined blood energy was only slightly more than that of a fine horse, far from the power of a celestial horse.

Lacking internal true qi, the four were now filled with overwhelming fear.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At this point, each of Su Qinnian's punches was like a heavenly war drum, the force so immense that blood energy rose like smoke, reaching eight zhang high.

The Four Seasons Sword light fluctuated violently, and one punch after another left imprints on the cage's light wall.

On the tenth punch, the celestial horse soared through the air, merging with Su Qinnian. His punch was like the morning sun, the light extending nearly two inches from his body, tearing through the Four Seasons Sword light.

The Four Seasons Swords were sent flying, the divine turtle neighed, breaking free from its shackles. Su Qinnian's eyes were cold and fierce, and he delivered four consecutive punches, each one shattering the four brothers like mountains, breaking their bones and organs, sending them flying.

When they landed, white bone fragments pierced through their chests, and they fell silent, their lives extinguished. (First update at noon, to be released after 30 minutes past midnight, the first chapter will be published, please give recommendations, this might be the last chance for Chunya to break ten thousand recommendations today.)