Who taught him to practice swordsmanship like this?

Actually, Su Baichen could have stayed to meet his master and other elders, and perhaps even gotten involved in what they were about to do.

But he didn't.

Because he also has things he wants to do.

He used the "Walking on Waves" technique to quickly traverse the mountains and forests for a while.

He suddenly stopped and looked around.

"Senior Yuxiang Ke?"

He asked softly.

The figure of Yu Xiangke appeared before him: "What is it?"

Su Baichen respectfully inquired, "Senior, do you know when those children died?"

Yu Xiangke shook his head and said, "They were already dead when we arrived... Judging from the methods used, it was done by ordinary soldiers, a very typical method of killing to silence witnesses."

"In other words, they never intended for these children to leave alive from the very beginning."

Su Baichen nodded in agreement. He could understand this outcome; after all, these children were practically a dark chapter in the Prime Minister's family's history, and absolutely nothing could be exposed about them.

He asked, "What about those who committed the murders?"

Yu Xiangke pointed and said, "They're still in the mountains. They're not cultivators, so they can't move that fast."

Su Baichen cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for informing me, senior. I'll go right away."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped over there.

Yu Xiangke's body was as light as a feather, and he actually rode the air currents created by Su Baichen as he ran forward.

"You're going to kill them? Aren't you afraid of the karmic consequences?"

Su Baichen said, "My master taught me that we cultivators should seek clarity of mind. If we ask about cause and effect before doing anything, then cultivation would be too meaningless."

The guest from Yuxiang exclaimed, "Brilliant! Your teacher is truly a remarkable person!"

The two did not speak again.

Su Baichen's spiritual senses had already detected traces of human activity ahead.

He chased after them and saw a force of two hundred imperial guards marching rapidly through the mountains.

He leaped over and stood at the very front of the group.

"stop!"

The commander of the Imperial Guards waved to stop the march.

Then, with a somewhat grave expression, he said, "It's you!"

Su Baichen looked at the Imperial Guard commander who had once set fire to the Xuanmiao Temple with surprise, and a mysterious feeling of 'cause and effect' arose in his heart.

He said, "If I had known you would do such a wicked thing, I would not have let you go that day."

The Imperial Guard commander's face twitched, then a mad glint flashed in his eyes: "You heretic, I've been looking for you to avenge my humiliation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, signaling his men to attack.

Without wasting words, Su Baichen drew the Soul-Suppressing Sword from his back and temporarily abandoned his identity as a cultivator to fight.

Why is it said that one "abandons the identity of a cultivator"?

He didn't use any true energy or spiritual energy at all; he only relied on his wild physical strength to fight.

Just like what our ancestors did in ancient times.

Suddenly, Su Baichen felt as if some shackles had been removed from his body, even without the aid of true energy...

His blood surged, and he wielded the Soul-Suppressing Sword with tremendous force, as if he were wielding a spiked club.

Well, the ancient people didn't have weapons like swords; the most common weapons were clubs and sticks.

Back then, spiked clubs were highly sought-after items and symbols of status and prestige.

Therefore, it can be seen that although the Soul-Suppressing Sword has the prototype of a sword today, its blade is wide and without a sharp edge, making it more like a club with a handle.

Or rather, it's more like a 'mace'.

Such a sword strike wouldn't kill anyone by cutting, but combined with Su Baichen's ancestral-level power and the weight of the Soul-Suppressing Sword, any weapon that hit it would shatter... both man and weapon would be shattered!

"Ding!"

The Imperial Guard commander drew his sword to block the Soul-Suppressing Sword.

In that instant, he felt an ancient rage crush into his soul, almost shattering his consciousness.

But whether he was conscious or not didn't really matter anymore, because his knife had already shattered first, and then his entire head was smashed like a watermelon.

This Soul-Suppressing Sword even has a mental attack special ability!

However, for the current opponent, this psychological attack is clearly unnecessary.

However, the Soul-Suppressing Sword did not mind that its opponents were too weak, because these soldiers had just slaughtered hundreds of children, which completely crossed the bottom line of the Soul-Suppressing Sword... Blood, only more blood can wash it away.

Su Baichen let his anger control him, and then swung the Demon-Suppressing Sword, which could shatter a body into pieces with a single blow.

His movements were somewhat domineering and unparalleled, yet also seemed to be the result of countless trials and tribulations.

Without the aid of true energy, he drew upon his combat experience gained from three years of trials within the Soul-Suppressing Sword space.

This primitive and savage fighting style is something that ordinary people of this era cannot endure.

These imperial guards were terrified, and many had already laid down their weapons and were preparing to flee.

But Su Baichen happens to be a master of illusion.

He still didn't use his true energy, but simply enveloped the surroundings with his spiritual power...

The next moment, the demonic energy on the Soul-Suppressing Sword stirred!

The once lush green hills and meadows have been transformed into a red wasteland.

This wasteland was filled with a chilling atmosphere, and the world was simmering with boundless fury.

Those who wanted to escape were horrified to see a group of burly men, some over two or even three meters tall, emerge from the red wasteland, roaring like they were from ancient times, surrounding them and tearing them apart in the most savage way...

Su Baichen stood still and smashed the heads of the soldiers who had turned into wooden stakes.

Even though their thoughts had already been erased in the illusion space, Su Baichen still wanted to add another layer of protection on the physical level.

Moments later, only a pile of mutilated corpses remained.

In reality, the actual battle lasted less than five minutes before Su Baichen's wild fighting style had already shattered the morale of this army.

For the next three minutes, Su Baichen was "whack-a-mole" finishing off the attackers.

In less than ten minutes, he killed two hundred people.

"That sword..."

Yu Xiangke appeared beside Su Baichen and suddenly met Su Baichen's eyes, which were glowing with a bloody red light. He felt a sudden pang of fear.

But the red light in Su Baichen's eyes quickly faded, and he returned to his usual peaceful state.

"Senior, please forgive my foolishness. I was indeed unable to suppress the demonic energy within this sword just now, so I released it."

The traveler from Yuxiang asked, somewhat puzzled, "When did such a demonic sword appear in your Changchun Palace?"

Su Baichen said, "This sword is called the Soul-Suppressing Sword, and it has always been guarded by my Yin Sect. With my master's permission, I can assume its karmic burden."

Yu Xiangke was slightly moved and said, "This is definitely not an ordinary demonic sword, otherwise why would your master have allowed you to possess it?"

"Aren't you afraid of the prevailing trend of humanity...? Is this sword perhaps a supreme treasure of humanity?"

Su Baichen smiled but did not answer, inwardly marveling at the sharpness of this senior's thinking.

Yu Xiangke glanced at the Soul-Suppressing Sword again, seemingly yearning for it, yet he hesitated and stopped.

He sighed and said, "Perhaps, my regrets can truly be made up for with your help..."