Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 282: How was he killed?
The lingering smoke and dust dissipated.

Pei Xia had already sheathed his sword, and he lightly shook the blood off it: "Not bad, magical artifact."

On the other side of the ritual implement, Chai Yun stared in disbelief at the hole in his chest from which blood was gushing.

He felt that the people from the Long Whale Sect were probably on their way to rescue him.

But I couldn't hear anything, and everything in front of me was blurry.

My body was instinctively convulsing, trying to inhale air, but what followed was an increasingly intense feeling of suffocation.

Chai Yun tried to speak, but blood had already rushed into his throat, and he could only spit out mouthfuls of blood.

he died.

Seeing Chai Yun collapse to the ground, everyone, including the referee and the elders in the stands, was stunned.

Then, a voice rang out from among the onlookers: "Holy crap, the bleeding is massive!"

The group suddenly awoke with a start.

Chai Yun is dead!

Several elders who considered themselves intelligent immediately realized the turbulent waves that were about to engulf them, and their gazes toward Pei Xia instantly sharpened.

Even the mature and composed Yang Xuzhong felt a little nervous at this moment, but as the most senior elder here, he knew that he must not panic at this time.

Regardless of the circumstances, Chai Yun is dead, and there will definitely be accountability measures. As the person primarily responsible, Pei Xia must first be brought under control.

The old man stood up, gripping the armrest of his chair, and was about to speak when a sharp shout came from behind him first.

"Swords have no eyes! Elder Pei, your cultivation level is so unstable, how could you recklessly use your full strength? You can't stop your attack like this, what should we do?!"

All the elders in the stands turned their heads at once, and no one expected that the one who spoke up was Li Qi, who had been standing at the back!

Li Qi is the sect leader's personal disciple and wields immense power in managing affairs. However, in terms of seniority, those present are his senior uncles, so he shouldn't have a say in such an important matter.

In fact, Li Qi was also very nervous, his heart pounding as if it were right next to his ears.

Besides Pei Xia, only he knew that killing Chai Yun was Huang Bing's preordained plan.

Sacrificing Pei Xia was not the sect leader's wish.

To avoid suspicion, Huang Bing did not come to the scene today. If he wants to protect Pei Xia, he must take the initiative and define the matter as an accident that happened without warning!

Yang Xuzhong frowned, and soon sensed something from Li Qi's unusual behavior.

He didn't argue with the sect leader's disciple at this time. With a flick of his sleeve, he said in a deep voice, "Let's go check on Young Master Chai's condition first!"

This is no longer what you call a disciple or apprentice.

As soon as he finished speaking, a beautiful figure in a green dress leaped out first.

Ji Shaofu was the most anxious.

Although Chai Yun was nominally her disciple, the apprenticeship itself was tainted and unwilling. Chai Yun did not need her instruction, and she could not be said to have any master-disciple relationship with Chai Yun.

She rushed towards Chai Yun, but her heart was filled with worry for Pei Xia.

The pale fingertips touched the artery in Chai Yun's neck, and the feedback sent a chill down Ji Shaofu's spine.

She turned to look at Pei Xia, her eyes filled with both resentment and helplessness: "Just teach him a lesson, killing him will only cause more trouble."

Pei Xia shrugged: "How could I possibly give up on his rare magical artifact?"

It sounds reasonable, and it's similar to Li Qi's idea that "swords have no eyes."

Yang Xuzhong, who arrived at the training ground a step later, also heard these words.

He crouched down and examined the bronze shield that had now fallen onto the dueling platform.

This is a rare and powerful magical artifact. Not to mention myself, even my senior brother Huang Bing, if he hadn't been deliberately plotting, would have had a hard time killing someone through this thing in a moment of haste.

Although the name "Pei Xia" has been circulating quite a bit in the Changjing Sect recently, no one has ever heard of him making any achievements in cultivation.

Does he really have that kind of ability?

Yang Xuzhong gently stroked the surface of the bronze shield; the magical artifact was as shiny as new. There wasn't even a single white mark on the shield, let alone a sword hilt. Although everyone in the stands had witnessed Pei Xia's sword slash the magical artifact, it now looked as if the two had never made contact at all.

Yang Xuzhong didn't beat around the bush. He looked at Pei Xia intently and asked, "How did you manage to break through this magical artifact and kill Chai Yun?"

Pei Xia politely held the sword and bowed, saying, "I don't know either. Perhaps his spiritual power was insufficient and he couldn't maintain the magic weapon. Just now, the obstruction on my sword suddenly disappeared."

When the strong wind rose, dust billowed up, making it impossible to see clearly even from the stands. All that could be sensed was that the spiritual energy in one direction had indeed suddenly vanished...

Yang Xuzhong pursed his lips, raised an eyebrow, and looked into the distance at Li Qi, who was anxiously leaning over the railing in the stands.

"Take Chai Yun away and settle him properly. As for you, Elder Pei..."

Yang Xuzhong considered for a moment and said, "You are also an inner sect elder. I have no right to deal with you. Come with me to the main hall and wait for the sect leader to come out of seclusion before we make a decision."

Pei Xia had no objections. He suddenly retracted the wooden sword in his hand to his wrist and followed Yang Xuzhong, immediately leaving Xuanri Peak.

Ji Shaofu watched the two figures disappear into the distance, let out a long breath, and then looked at the disciples who came up to carry Chai Yun's body. She instructed them, "Put away his magical artifacts as well. Send someone to my Shuxing Peak to have the disciples there pack up all his personal belongings and return them to Minister Chai later."

As for how that old man from the Ministry of State Works will react to this.

Sigh, I hope the saying "swords have no eyes" can truly turn the page on this matter, if the other party insists on holding Pei Xia accountable...

The long sword behind Ji Shaofu rustled slightly in its sheath. She looked into the distance at the green mountains beyond Xuanri Peak and gave a bitter smile.

Huang Bing put on a complete show.

Yang Xuzhong led Pei Xia to the meditation room behind the main hall of the main peak, only to be told that the sect leader was still in seclusion and had given instructions not to see anyone.

Old Yang had no idea that Huang Bing was faking it. He genuinely believed that Huang Bing was using the Netherworld Flower to heal his injuries. That was indeed a matter of great importance concerning the fate of the sect, so he dared not trespass and could only wait outside the hall with Pei Xia.

I never expected that this wait would last for three days and three nights.

Yang Xuzhong, a powerful official, was seeing black eyes and felt he was about to collapse.

Turning to look at Pei Xia, the kid was full of energy, as if nothing had happened even after three days without sleep.

Young people are really weird!
Just as Yang Xuzhong was silently wondering if his senior brother had gone into seclusion and died, Ji Shaofu arrived.

She wore a green robe and had long hair, with a beautiful face, but after only a few days, she seemed to have become a bit haggard.

"Senior brother, you should go back and rest first. I'll take care of Pei Xia here," she said.

Given that the special relationship between the two had already spread throughout the Long Whale Sect, Yang Xuzhong was initially hesitant to believe it.

But thinking back to Li Qi's unusual behavior that day, Yang Xuzhong had a thought: perhaps there was some hidden meaning behind it.
He nodded: "Then you'd better be careful."

After watching Yang Xuzhong leave, Ji Shaofu turned to look at Pei Xia.

Pei Xia had been waiting for three days and was getting a little impatient. She dragged a prayer mat from somewhere and sat down to meditate outside the main hall.

He opened his eyes and looked up at Ji Shaofu for a moment.

I don't know what they were thinking, but they both smiled.

Ji Shaofu didn't have a prayer mat. She gathered her blue dress and knelt down beside Pei Xia, then reached into her bosom and took out a cloth bag.

Inside was a plump steamed bun, still radiating heat.

"Are you hungry?" she asked Pei Xia.

Pei Xia took it and took two bites.

Ji Shaofu's gaze fell on the ground, and she murmured, "I was picked up by my senior brother. The entire sect watched me grow up. No matter what, I can't bring trouble to the sect."

Pei Xia chewed on her steamed bun and mumbled, "Mmm."

"So, if my senior brother really wants to punish you..."

Ji Shaofu took a deep breath, her eyes solemn, and her tone firm: "Let's run away together!"

"Pfft-cough cough cough!"

(End of this chapter)