Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 315 Why don't you run away?

"Fellow Daoists, you can rest assured."

Ke Huai chuckled: "We are not bloodthirsty people, but you will still need to come with us."

Without warning, his blood energy surged suddenly, and two flesh and bone whips came crashing down.

Under the immense pressure of the mid-Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, Xie Chan and the others were unable to even unleash spells or sword energy.

Zheng Guangzong instinctively wanted to retaliate. He barely managed to condense his spiritual power in front of him, but it was shattered by a blow from one of the bone whips.

His energy cultivation was interrupted, causing his blood and qi to surge upwards. Before he could even catch his breath, he was bound by another rope.

The bone whip pierced his brow.

"Senior Brother Zheng!"

Sheng Yun was in a panic; she never expected things to turn out this way.

Zheng Guangzong also felt remorse and blamed himself, blaming himself for not investigating carefully and acting too rashly.

He had trusted his three junior sisters so much, yet he had caused their deaths!
"Shh..."

Ke Huai held up one finger, signaling her to be quiet.

Now that he had subdued Zheng Guangzong, all his attention was focused on the three women.

An even more suffocating pressure descended upon them.

The three women felt their breath catch in their throats, their spiritual energy flowed sluggishly, and even performing hand seals to consecrate their swords became extremely difficult.

"I won't bother with the three of you."

However, Ke Huai did not immediately attack them; instead, he suddenly raised his voice:
"Your Highness, you've been hiding and watching the show for long enough. Some of these people are old acquaintances of yours; why not come out and meet them?"

Prince?

Xie Chan's eyes narrowed, her brows furrowed, and a premonition she didn't want to believe surfaced in her mind.

Xiao Ju didn't know what he was talking about, but soon they noticed a noise coming from outside the Taoist temple.

After Ke Huai finished speaking, there was a moment of silence before a tall figure slowly walked into the temple.

The newcomer was dressed in a brocade robe, with a handsome face but an inescapable gloomy pallor.

It was none other than You Ruixuan, the Prince of Zhennan.

Xie Chan stared intently at his face, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Second Prince, you..."

Meeting Xie Chan's gaze, You Ruixuan's steps faltered slightly, and he stopped when he was still some distance from the temple.

At first, he didn't dare to look at Xie Chan, but when he heard Xie Chan's puzzled question, he couldn't avoid looking at her.

His eyes were incredibly complex, containing both a greedy possessiveness and a cautious, embarrassed look.

"Senior Ke."

You Ruixuan's voice was dry, and his Adam's apple bobbed: "Miss Xie Chan and I have a past relationship, could you..."

"Are there any old ones?"

Ke Huai grinned, revealing a malicious smile: "Your Highness is so loyal and righteous, it's truly touching!"

"Unfortunately, we cultivators of the Demon Ruins are the least likely to engage in pretense."

He paused, then continued, "Now that Your Highness has chosen to walk the same path as us, it is time to show your resolve!"

You Ruixuan asked, "How can we demonstrate our resolve?"

"It's very simple..."

Ke Huai pointed at Xie Chan: "Kill her with your own hands."

You Ruixuan's body stiffened abruptly, though he had actually anticipated this.

“Senior Ke, there are many cultivators at the Qi Refining Realm. Xie Chan is not someone who must be killed. Could we change the terms? This king…”

Like a mask being peeled off, the smile on Ke Huai's face vanished instantly.

"Do you really think you're something special?"

"Your Highness, you have done a lot for us over the years. To refine the Spirit Blood Pill, we need the essence blood of a child with spiritual roots."

"Your hands, like ours, are stained with human lives."

"Now that you've only killed one Qi Refining cultivator, you're putting on this act of deep affection..."

"This is utterly ridiculous."

All the past events were exposed on the spot, and You Ruixuan subconsciously looked at Xie Chan, only to see a pair of complicated eyes.

Shock, disdain, disappointment.

He wanted to get closer to her, to explain.

Unfortunately, it’s too late to say anything.

"No problem."

Just then, the black-robed cultivator beside Ke Huai slowly stepped forward.

"Perfect, let me do it."

"Oh? Fellow Daoist Tong, you actually have such an elegant interest?"

To the two of them, these Qi Refining cultivators were nothing more than fish on a chopping board, to be used at will.

"Among these people are some old friends of mine..."

He slowly walked towards the three women.

An old friend?

Xiao Ju demanded, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? Heh."

"My good apprentice, can't you recognize my voice?"

"I am the master you have been longing for..."

The black-robed cultivator slowly removed the large hood from his robes, revealing a handsome face beneath the shadows.

"Brother Yan?!"

Upon seeing that familiar face, Xiao Ju was speechless for a moment, and even Xie Chan's eyes widened: "Senior Song..."

Why is even Senior Song with these people...?

"No, you are not Master."

Xiao Ju was only stunned for a moment before quickly regaining her composure.

"Absolutely not."

"Song Yan" asked with great interest, "Oh? Good disciple, why do you say that..."

“Master is handsome and his swordsmanship is unparalleled. Your appearance and physique are nothing more than a clumsy imitation.”

Xiao Ju looked clear-headed and completely trusted her own judgment.

The faint smile on Song Yan's face gradually disappeared.

"Hmph, that's right, I am not him, but I will be soon."

He looked at Xiao Ju and Sheng Yun, a hint of fanaticism in his expression.

"We have to thank you for coming to our doorstep!"

"The path of sword cultivators emphasizes the Dao heart and sword intent above all else. I will humiliate and torture you two in every way possible, making you wish you were dead."

"Let him see how his apprentice and sworn sister have become a pile of rotten flesh."

"By then, your sword intent and Dao heart will surely be damaged, and your strength and realm will have fallen. How could you possibly be my opponent then?"

“I can then cut him off, inherit everything from him, and become the only Song Yan in this world.”

The three women were horrified and felt a deep sadness.

It seems this time there is no chance of survival.

You can never become him.

Xiao Ju suddenly raised her eyes and stared at "Song Yan": "You are not worthy."

"What did you say?!"

An immense pressure rolled in, but Xiao Ju's eyes did not flinch in the slightest.

"Hiding your head and cowering, not daring to fight your master openly, how dare you, a rat in the gutter, be compared to him?!"

For some reason, Xiao Ju felt no fear of death or cowardice in the face of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

There was only a raging, uncontrollable fire of anger.

What vile creature before me, bearing the face and name of my master, has committed so many despicable acts?!
Unforgivable!

Unforgivable!

Unfortunately, my strength level is still too low. Otherwise, I would definitely devour this freak alive to vent my hatred!
A faint, sharp spiritual energy emerged from her Dao-Suppressing Sword Palace!

That fleeting moment of sharpness allowed her to temporarily break free from the pressure of the Foundation Establishment cultivator and regain her mobility.

Xiao Ju was unaware of what had happened, but she acted decisively and summoned the flying sword Lianli.

It was held across his neck.

He didn't want to become a stumbling block for his master and hinder his path to enlightenment.

I'd rather commit suicide on the spot to repay my teacher's kindness!
"Want to die? It's not that easy!"

"Song Yan" suddenly flew forward, his immense spiritual power sweeping out, and his large hand suddenly grabbed at her.

It's a pity that even in death he still caused trouble for his master...

Just as Xiao Ju was about to commit suicide by sword, a pair of black, entwined hands reached out from behind her.

With a gentle breeze and light clouds, the flying sword was snatched from her hand.

"Who?!"

This caused even Ke Huai and the inner demon Song Yan to be greatly shocked.

A strange aura was faintly visible swirling and gathering in the hair near Xiao Ju's ear. From it, a human figure materialized.

The man was dressed in black robes, with his sleeves wrapped around his hands and his arms hanging down naturally. Xiao Ju's flying sword was held horizontally in front of his chest, and he wore a mask.

Although the mask was largely obscured by a black and gold talisman, Song Yan, the inner demon, still found it familiar.

"Uncle-Master Xu!"

Xiao Ju was slightly taken aback, then a surge of joy welled up inside her.

However, when did Master Xu appear? How come I had no idea?

Ke Huai scanned the man with his divine sense and found that he was lifeless and seemed to be a puppet.

He immediately snorted coldly: "Playing tricks!"

Two bone whips were unleashed, aimed at the uninvited guest.

The inner demon frowned, a hint of unease creeping over him.

But then they saw the masked man standing behind Xiao Ju, his hands slowly rising to lift Xiao Ju's hands up.

"Uncle-Master Xu?"

Xiao Ju had no idea what her senior uncle was going to do, so she could only let him do as he pleased.

The masked man remained silent, simply holding her hand, his right hand gripping the hilt of the Twin Flying Sword, his left hand pressing down on her fingers, gently stroking the blade.

A surge of black flames erupted from between the fingers of the hand, covering the blade.

Beneath the Nuo mask, amidst surging black flames.

A pair of golden eyes slowly lit up.

At the same time, Ke Huai's two bone whips were already upon them.

The masked man and Xiao Ju crossed their hands, and all four of them gripped the sword hilt at the same time.

hum-

He thrust out his sword and then swung it backhand.

laugh.

The two bone whips were swiftly and effortlessly severed at the waist.

This sword technique is none other than Wuyou.

Xiao Ju was slightly taken aback, then realized that it was her martial uncle teaching her swordsmanship.

Not daring to waste any time, he immediately focused all his attention and, following his guidance, performed this sword move.

Ke Huai was only surprised, but Song Yan, the inner demon, was already terrified and pale.

The moment the masked man unleashed his demonic flames, he recognized it as Song Yan's avatar.

Moreover, in that instant, he vaguely sensed that Song Yan's true aura was rapidly approaching this place!

"Let's go! Let's go!"

Suddenly, Song Yan, the inner demon, shouted sharply, "Take that Foundation Establishment cultivator with you, and leave these people alone!"

"What did you say?!"

Ke Huai frowned, sensing that something was wrong.

However, since we've already gained something, let's leave now.

"Song Yan is here!"

Upon hearing these words from the inner demon, Ke Huai was terrified and hurriedly grabbed Zheng Guangzong, also trying to escape into the air.

Suddenly, the sky above them darkened.

The once bright and clear sky was now being rapidly swallowed up by the boundless night for some unknown reason.

"What's this?!"

No one answered him, because everyone had their own things to do.

Just as the inner demon was about to escape, the masked man behind Xiao Ju swayed and appeared in front of the inner demon "Song Yan".

"Go away!"

The inner demon was extremely anxious, and the demonic energy at his fingertips surged and gathered into a black sword beam.

hum-

It turned out that the inner demon had used spiritual power to simulate the true essence of swordsmanship and condensed a true essence with demonic energy.

The demonic sword energy was unleashed instantly, with the same speed as ordinary sword energy, heading straight for the masked man's face.

However, a scene that shocked Song Yan, the inner demon, appeared before his eyes.

Almost a split second before he unleashed his sword strike, the masked man slightly turned his head.

The incredibly refined sword energy grazed past his ear and disappeared into the distance.

The wind generated by the sword energy lifted the black and gold talisman on the mask, revealing the full appearance of the Nuo mask for a moment.

"..."

The inner demon was taken aback.

What kind of reaction speed is this?

When did the Dharmakaya acquire such predictive abilities?!
This is simply...

It's as if it has gained sentience.

However, the masked man seemed to have no intention of making a move; he simply stared at him, blocking his way and preventing him from leaving.

Deceiving too much!

The inner demon knew that if it used its demonic powers, it would be completely destroyed and refined by this Dharma body, and all its efforts would be in vain.

All I need to do now is find a way to get rid of this Dharma body and then escape.

The connection between their souls had become very weak. If this continued for another six months, Song Yan would no longer be able to perceive his own location.

He took out his black and red ancient flute, but before he could play it, the masked man suddenly moved and lunged forward.

Punch out.

The inner demon's body transformed into demonic energy, spreading outwards. One wisp of demonic energy flicked an ancient flute, binding it.

Their forms coalesced in another location, and they began to play.

The masked man charged forward again with incredible speed, kicking the inner demon in the waist and abdomen.

But then a massive, early-stage second-tier ape demon leaped out from the desolate forest, descended from the sky, and stood in front of the inner demon.

bang——

With a muffled thud, the ape demon crossed its arms and withstood the blow.

rumble……

At the same time, several late-stage Tier 1 demonic beasts rushed out from the mountains and forests and surrounded them.

Wild boars, mountain demons, and weasels—all tough-skinned or agile and difficult-to-deal-with monsters—swarmed in from all directions and surrounded the masked man.

Song Yan, the inner demon, sneered inwardly.

If he hadn't sought to escape, given his understanding of demonic techniques, he wouldn't have been without a way to kill this avatar.

He actually guessed that this Dharma body originated from a technique of the Asura Path.

Originally, Song Yan, that fool, thought he was being clever and used sword energy instead of spiritual energy to shape his bones. He should have suffered a qi deviation and even lost all his cultivation.

Whether it was because sword energy was naturally suited to this technique, or because he had some incredible luck, he actually completed the bone-shaping process.

The result was the fusion of swordsmanship and demonic arts, creating a monster that only knew how to kill.

A thought flickered in his mind, and he realized that Song Yan was getting closer and closer, and the speed at which he was approaching him was also increasing.

He hurriedly tried to escape, but saw the masked man's body suddenly swell up, truly transforming into a three-zhang-tall Dharma body, its entire body covered in faintly glowing gold patterns.

Ignoring the punches and kicks of the second-tier ape demon, he casually picked up a troublesome pig demon and threw it at the inner demon.

"Go away!"

Song Yan, the inner demon, was truly furious.

With a casual palm strike, he sent the pig demon flying. Its figure swayed in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it had already flown more than ten feet away from the Taoist temple.

The Dharma Body seemed to give up the pursuit, turned around, spread its strong arms, and suddenly grabbed the ape demon by the back of its neck with its five fingers, slamming it hard to the ground.

Bang!
The ape demon crashed to the ground, unconscious.

Seeing this, the inner demon finally breathed a sigh of relief, finally shaking off this clingy pest.

But the next moment.

hum-

A black and white flying sword descended from the sky, falling from the clouds.

"what!"

The sword intent is boundless, and its sharpness is limitless!
Just as he was forced to stop by the falling sword in the clouds, the demon behind him sprang up from the ground with a bang.

He leaped high above his head, aimed at Tianling, and slammed down instantly.

boom--

The demon's body was driven into the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Driven by an intense will to survive, he endured the excruciating pain and crawled out of the crack in the ground in a disheveled state.

But as soon as he looked up, he saw a crow that was completely black.

A crow landed on the flying sword, pecking at its feathers.

Behind the crow was a face exactly like its own.

Song Yan looked down at him, a golden glint slowly emerging in his dark eyes.

"Why don't you run away then?"

(End of this chapter)