Embers of Sword

Chapter 4: Rooting out
To the north of Yuzhu Town, there are mountains, hidden in the night.

"Tu Fei encountered an accident..."

In a rock cave on a barren mountain, the flickering candlelight reflected a thin, withered figure on the stone wall.

Taoist Chongwu, who was sitting in seclusion, frowned.

"Xiong Ming, Hu Jiu, why haven't you come back to report for so long?"

Chong Wu stood up with a thud and looked at the bronze mirror floating in front of him with a cold expression.

Yinshan's art of controlling spirits can control a large number of low-level creatures, both those above and below. However, there is a prerequisite, which is that the master needs to give up his own life object to act as a bridge connecting the upper and lower souls.

This bronze mirror is the "natal magic weapon" that Taoist Chongwu uses to control those transformed monsters.

At this moment, Chong Wu reached out and pressed the mirror.

A dead silence.

The spirit in the mirror had completely dissipated, and the touch was as piercing as ice.

"All those 'great demons' under my command were killed?!"

Sweat oozed from Chongwu's forehead. Yuzhu Town was a very remote area. Ever since the northern border had been depleted of vitality and the Da Chu royal family had recalled the garrison commander, the Jiayong Pass area had become a deserted place with no one paying attention to it. He had been staying here for many days but had not seen a single cultivator.

That's why he chose to settle in such a hellish place.

Most of the time, he lived in the mountains. Only when he was short of materials for refining magic arrays or tools... would he send his demon spirits out to plunder and collect materials.

What I’m afraid of is encountering this kind of situation!

The evil cultivators in Yinshan have always been shameful, and raising monsters is a violation of the laws of Da Chu.

After sensing the dissipation of the demon soul under his command, Chong Wu took back the bronze mirror without any hesitation, turned around and left!
escape! Must escape!
Although his skill in controlling spirits was not at a high level and he was unable to glimpse the memories of the demon spirits before their death, all of his subordinates were killed in such a short time... It was obvious that the person came with ill intentions!
Just at this moment, a faint mocking voice sounded from outside the cave.

"Isn't it a bit too late to leave now?"

Chongwu's expression suddenly changed.

In front of the grotto, a tall figure holding an oil-paper umbrella appeared out of nowhere.

Chong Wu stared at the figure in front of him. The oil-paper umbrella was held low, so he couldn't see the other person's face clearly. What was even more strange was... he couldn't sense the flow of vital energy in the other person's body.

In this case, there are only two possibilities.

One is that the other party has no practice, has no realm, and is just an ordinary person.

But it was obviously two. The other party's realm was much higher than his own, and he could not sense it.

"Sir... who are you?"

Chong Wu couldn't help but take two steps back, leaning his back against the wall of the cave. This figure gave him such a great sense of oppression that it became very difficult for him to speak.

"Ah."

Xie Xuanyi sneered and did not answer the question.

He knew why the evil Yinshan cultivator in front of him was so panicked and frightened... Unless the difference in strength between cultivators is too great, they can all feel the flow of each other's energy. Ten years ago, this guy naturally could not feel his own energy.

But now, it’s a different situation.

After crawling out of the coffin, Xie Xuanyi felt something was wrong...

There is not a single bit of energy in my body, it feels empty.

He welcomed a new life, a "new life" in every sense of the word. Except for the scattered memories that gradually gathered together in his mind, nothing was left.

but.

Just this little memory is enough.

As long as he holds the sword, he will still be the invincible Xie Xuanyi who roams the world.

There was a snap.

Xie Xuanyi took a step forward, closed his umbrella and crossed.

Inside the cave, the flickering candlelight went out in an instant! A wisp of snow-white energy burst out and instantly pierced through the shoulder of Taoist Chongwu. The sword was so fast that there was no time to react. Taoist Chongwu was struck by lightning, and his back hit the stone wall heavily, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

The sound of painful wails filled the cave!
But the next moment, Chong Wu, with a grim look on his face, used his five fingers like hooks to pull out a small and exquisite square seal from his waist bag, and smashed it out with all his strength!
The seal swelled in size in the wind, almost filling the entire cave!

Xie Xuanyi's expression remained calm. He opened the umbrella again and leaned back. His whole body was like a blade of grass, floating backwards lightly, but his feet were always stuck to the ground.

The speed of the seal was extremely fast, but unfortunately it was always a step behind. Xie Xuanyi's seemingly "slow" retreat was only a little faster than the rapidly growing seal.

Finally, the seal exploded, and the entire cave was blown to pieces!

Xie Xuanyi floated down into a pile of weeds and rocks, narrowing his eyes.

A hundred feet away, on the other side of the barren mountain, Taoist Chongwu turned into a ray of blood light and flew away into the distance.

……

……

There was lightning and thunder, and heavy rain.

A blood-stained figure fled in a very embarrassed manner among the mountains.

"Did I escape?"

Taoist Chongwu kept looking back. He had already maximized the range of his spiritual perception, but he could not sense any vital energy or feel the breath of any living being. He could only use this most basic method to ensure his own "safety".

"Can you escape?"

A familiar voice sounded beside my ear.

Taoist Chongwu shuddered all over. He turned his head to look in another direction and saw the figure he least wanted to see.

A few feet away.

The ghostly white dress, holding a paper umbrella, faced the opposite direction of himself, moving backwards, but keeping parallel to himself.

When did this catch up?

"What on earth are you going to do?!"

Taoist Chongwu's eyes were full of bloodshot, and his voice was already pleading: "I can hand over all the treasures on my body, and I will never set foot in Yuzhu Town or Jiayong Pass in this lifetime!"

Xie Xuanyi shook his head.

He smiled and asked, "Let me ask you, what you just used is the 'Ghost Seal' that can only be practiced by the inner disciples of Yinshan Mountain?"

Taoist Chongwu was stunned for a moment.

Xie Xuanyi smiled and asked, "Fellow Daoist Chongwu, what is your master's name?"

Taoist Chongwu quickly shouted, "I am a disciple of 'Master Jinyuan', and my master is 'White Ghost', one of the Three Saints of Yinshan!"

"it is good."

Xie Xuanyi nodded amiably: "You are lucky."

Are they the same people?
Good, good, good... Taoist Chongwu was overjoyed and was about to say something.

But the next moment he realized something was wrong. The murderous intent in the air not only did not dissipate, but became even more intense!
Xie Xuanyi still spoke with a smile.

Use the softest tone to say the harshest words.

"Among the four realms, the sect I hate the most is Yinshan."

"And inside Yinshan... the guy I hate the most is the White Ghost."

Taoist Chongwu was stunned: "???"

The next moment, a ray of sword energy burst out from the umbrella sword!

There was a wailing sound above the mountains.

An arm just exploded like that!

(End of this chapter)