Chapter 39

Wen Jieyuan stood with a haughty demeanor, his attitude intimidating.

Su Yi glanced around the courtyard, seeing that nothing had been damaged, and casually said, "Indeed, many strange things happened last night, but... what does it have to do with you?"

Wen Jieyuan frowned, amused, "Su Yi, you've only been the manager of the Apricot Yellow Medical Hall for a day, and your temper has already grown so big?"

The guards also sneered in unison.

As a member of the Wen family, who didn't know how pathetic and incapable Su Yi had been over the past year?

They didn't even consider him worth their attention!

Wen Jieyuan spoke with disdain, "Or do you think that now that your cousin Lingzhao has become a disciple of the Grandmaster, you, her cheap husband, will also have a chance to rise?"

"Fear not, if I kill you here, your cousin Lingzhao won't avenge you!"

After saying this, he looked at Su Yi with a pitying gaze.

Su Yi's expression grew even calmer, and he suddenly said, "Do you know Wu Ruoqiu?"

Wen Jieyuan's eyes narrowed sharply, "Did you see this itinerant Taoist last night?"

"Indeed, the problem in this courtyard, you and your father should have known about it long ago. If someone else had stayed here last night, they would have been dead by now."

Su Yi understood.

Wen Jieyuan fell silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, his eyes gleaming with a strange light, "Su Yi, you should have died last night, but it's not too late now."

He waved his hand, his voice cold and indifferent, "Kill him!"

"Yes!"

Around the courtyard, the black-clad guards, led by a man, stepped forward, surrounding Su Yi. Their eyes were cold, and the intent to kill was evident in their expressions.

"Sir, I'm sorry!"

Clang!

A short, stocky man drew a cold iron dagger, his foot stomping the ground hard, his figure darting like an arrow, aiming for Su Yi's back.

The dagger sliced through the air, sharp and swift.

It was like a thunderbolt.

Su Yi didn't move, but the scabbard in his hand suddenly struck backward.

Just as the dagger was about to pierce Su Yi's back, the short, stocky man's chest was hit by the scabbard.

Crack!

What seemed like a casual strike was incredibly powerful, shattering the man's chest bones and causing him to collapse with a cry of pain.

Before he could react, the scabbard struck his neck with a heavy blow.

Thud! The guard, who had reached the Blood Circulation Realm's "Flesh Refinement" stage, was knocked to the ground, his neck broken, his head hanging limply, and his breathing ceased.

In an instant, without drawing his sword or turning his head, Su Yi had killed his attacker!

Everyone was stunned.

"This waste has recovered his cultivation!"

By the well, Wen Jieyuan's face darkened.

A year ago, Su Yi, the outer disciple of the Qinghe Sword Mansion, had lost all his cultivation and entered the Wen family as a useless son-in-law, a fact known to everyone in Guangling City.

But now, Su Yi had killed a Blood Circulation Realm character with a single move!

"Attack together!"

The black-clad man, the leader of the guards, spoke coldly.

He was tall and lean, his eyes sharp, having practiced at the "Tendon Refinement" stage for many years, with extensive combat experience.

As he spoke, he moved first, raising a three-foot bronze cudgel and striking down.

Swoosh!

The fierce wind tore through the air, creating a sharp, piercing sound.

The other seven guards, wielding axes, halberds, knives, and forks, attacked simultaneously.

The killing intent radiating from them showed that these guards were seasoned warriors, hardened by battle.

Surrounded, Su Yi looked at the sword in his hand and murmured,

"Very well, today I will use their blood to consecrate you."

His voice still echoed.

Clang!

In an instant, a sharp light appeared.

The black sword, as ethereal and transparent as the night, with a faint purple glow, rose in the air, its clear resonance like a cry for a feast of blood.

The sword was named "Dust Edge."

It symbolized "I enter the mortal world, honing my heart like a blade."

Clang!

The black-clad man's three-foot bronze cudgel, struck by the Dust Edge, was severed like tofu.

The blade was incredibly sharp and powerful!

In one strike, the black-clad man's right hand holding the cudgel was severed, blood gushing from the wound like a waterfall.

Hot and red.

He let out a muffled groan and retreated in shock.

At that moment, he saw a bloody scene—

Su Yi, his sleeves fluttering, held the long sword, moving gracefully like a celestial being, striking six times in an instant.

Slash, stab, thrust, draw, collapse, chop!

Each strike was as swift as the wind, as fierce as fire, moving with a fleeting, ethereal grace.

In that moment, Su Yi's figure was like a wind sweeping through the sky.

Thud!

A guard's throat was pierced, his eyes wide open as he fell to the ground.

Thump!

Another guard's head was severed, flying into the air, his face still showing fear.

Then, a series of dense and heavy sounds echoed as the other guards were either chopped, decapitated, or slashed open.

The red blood splattered like fireworks, a gruesome and beautiful sight in the courtyard.

When Su Yi sheathed his sword and stopped,

All but the black-clad man and Wen Jieyuan by the well were dead, blood flowing like a river.

Everything had ended in an instant.

Like a sudden thunderclap, it returned to silence!

Looking at Su Yi, his expression was as calm as ever, he stood casually, the sword in his hand still dripping blood.

Around him, seven bodies lay in the blood, a gruesome scene.

"What... what kind of sword technique is this?"

The black-clad man was terrified, his mind in a daze, completely stunned.

Wen Jieyuan, standing by the well, was also shocked, his body trembling, his face full of disbelief and anger.

"Killing to nurture the sword brings heavy malevolent energy; using blood to temper the sword brings heavy murderous energy. Cultivating the sword with the Dao heart is the best approach. However, although the Dust Edge has a hint of spirituality, it is still a mundane weapon, so it's fine for it to be tainted with malevolent and murderous energy."

Su Yi looked at the Dust Edge in his hand, then at Wen Jieyuan, and said calmly, "A noble son of the Wen family, why are you afraid to step forward and fight?"

Wen Jieyuan was chilled to the bone.

He was only at the Blood Circulation Realm's "Flesh Refinement" stage and had never experienced such a bloody scene, already terrified.

"Master, run!"

Suddenly, the black-clad man shouted, a crossbow in his hand, aiming at Su Yi.

Whoosh!

An arrow shot out, fast as lightning, its sharpness bone-chilling.

Su Yi's figure shifted slightly, the arrow narrowly missing his neck, embedding itself in the wall with a thud, splattering stone chips and leaving a deep hole.

The force of the arrow was clearly powerful!

Seizing the opportunity, Wen Jieyuan reacted and rushed out of the courtyard.

The black-clad man, holding the crossbow, continuously drew the string and fired.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A barrage of arrows, sharp and swift, rained down on Su Yi.

Su Yi, now at the Blood Circulation Realm's "Tendon Refinement" stage, moved like an arrow, landing like the wind, his body incredibly agile.

Even under the rain of arrows, he moved with ease, narrowly avoiding each one.

In a few moments, Su Yi had reached the black-clad man unharmed.

"Sir, what you're doing will only harm yourself!"

The black-clad man shouted, his crossbow out of arrows, facing Su Yi at close range, his face showing despair.

Too strong!

Incredibly strong!

Even a "Tendon Refinement" stage warrior felt genuine fear and helplessness.

"You are loyal to your master, which is commendable. I will give you a quick death."

As he spoke, Su Yi's Dust Edge flashed.

Thump!

The black-clad man's chest was pierced, his heart shattered.

Dying, he couldn't believe how swiftly and decisively Su Yi had acted, seemingly unconcerned about the severe consequences.

Thud! The black-clad man's body fell into the blood.

Su Yi's gaze had already shifted to another direction.

Wen Jieyuan had fled to the courtyard gate, looking like a frightened dog.

Su Yi wouldn't let him escape.

He kicked a short dagger, which flew into his hand.

Then, with a powerful throw, the dagger shot through the air, piercing Wen Jieyuan's back.

The impact threw him against the gate, and he fell to the ground, his vision blurred.

The pain and fear were almost overwhelming for Wen Jieyuan.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have had them lock the gate..."

Wen Jieyuan's face showed despair.

But at that moment—

The courtyard gate was opened from the outside, and a group of figures appeared.

The leader was tall and imposing, wearing armor, his eyes sharp like cold lightning.

It was Nie Beihu, the commander of the city lord's guards.

"Save me, Lord Nie!"

Wen Jieyuan, who had been in despair, was now overjoyed, shouting for help like a drowning man clutching a straw.

"This..."

Nie Beihu's gaze swept the courtyard, shocked by the bodies and blood, his face changing, and he drew a sharp breath.

Beside Nie Beihu, Huang Qianjun and the city lord's guards also saw the gruesome scene, their bodies tense.

Then, all eyes fell on Su Yi, standing alone in the courtyard, holding a long sword, their hearts unable to calm.

Who could doubt that all this was Su Yi's doing?

"Lord Nie, quickly, arrest this evil criminal, Su Yi. He has killed my guards and tried to kill me too!"

Wen Jieyuan shouted urgently, his face full of hatred and excitement.

At the old lady's birthday banquet a few days ago, he had seen Nie Beihu and the city lord, Fu Shan, attend together.

This made him subconsciously believe that Nie Beihu, being friendly with the Wen family, would support him.

But the next scene left Wen Jieyuan stunned.

Nie Beihu suddenly straightened and bowed to Su Yi, "I apologize for my late arrival, Lord Su."

"Lord Nie, you... you..."

Wen Jieyuan was struck speechless, his eyes wide, his face blank, unable to speak.

Nie Beihu's expression was indifferent, ignoring Wen Jieyuan, his eyes filled with respect as he looked at Su Yi.

Su Yi's brows furrowed, and he looked at Huang Qianjun, "Did you invite Lord Nie?"

Huang Qianjun stiffened, sensing Su Yi's displeasure, sweat breaking out on his forehead.

He wanted to explain but ultimately just lowered his head, bitterly saying,

"Yes."

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