Immortality begins with Swallowing the Stars.

Chapter 85 Blood Debt Pays Off

Hundreds of martial artists formed a circle several tens of feet long.

Lu Jing calmly walked past the young man whose face was flushed with anger, picked up the silver sword on the ground with his bamboo sword, and the blade landed precisely in the basket on Wei Shi's back.

Wei Shi felt somewhat uncomfortable looking at the resentful gazes fixed on him.

"It was clearly our junior brother, the sect leader, who defeated the young expert from your Xiaoyao Palace. Why are you taking your anger out on me?" Wei Shi complained inwardly.

"Hmph, Chu Xiao, a true disciple of the Sword Peak Sect of the Free and Unfettered Palace, the 'Cloud-Turning Sword,' will now learn your swordsmanship!"

A young man in magnificent robes wearing a golden crown stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with a cold light.

"To actually force Senior Brother Chu to take action, I really don't know where this kid came from..."

"Senior Brother Chu is a master ranked on both lists!"

Elder Mei, who was standing to the side, his gaze sharpened, his expression a mixture of excitement and worry.

Did the Xiaoyao Palace even bring the "Cloud-Turning Sword" this time?

"Fan Yun Jian" is known as the number one genius of the younger generation of Xiaoyao Palace. He ranks seventh on the "Hidden Dragon List" and 105th on the "Earth List". Although he is not as famous as Gu Shiyou of Qinghu Island, he is still one of the best young martial artists in the Kyushu Continent.

Lu Jing suddenly sighed: "Too slow. All the people from your Xiaoyao Palace who are on the 'Hidden Dragon List,' 'Young Phoenix List,' and 'Earth List', come at me together. I'm in a hurry."

The room fell silent for a moment, then erupted in a frenzy.

"Where did this kid come from? He's so arrogant and ignorant."

Even the two elders, 'Black and White', who had been expressionless from a distance, couldn't hold back any longer.

The Free and Unfettered Palace is one of the eight top sects in the Nine Provinces, a giant no less than Qinghu Island.

The two elders, "Black and White," were ordered to lead the younger generation of disciples to Flaming Mountain primarily for training purposes, so they tacitly approved of this challenge.

However, such blatant disrespect for Xiaoyao Palace crossed the line for the two elders.

The Xiaoyao Palace was not a sect in Yangzhou. They were in a hurry and had not heard of Lu Jing's reputation. So, when faced with Lu Jing's challenge, they only sent a young disciple to fight. Unexpectedly, he was disarmed in one move.

Before the two elders, one in black and one in white, could speak, Chu Xiao of the "Cloud-Turning Sword" couldn't help but retort: ​​"How arrogant! Are all the younger generation of the Yangzhou martial arts world frogs in a well...?"

"Enough with the chit-chat." Lu Jing rolled his eyes. "Wait, let me deal with the Wood Dragon Gang first."

Wooden Dragon Gang?

"This is inexplicable..." The disciples of Xiaoyao Palace were completely baffled.

Elder Mei and the others cried out in surprise.

Immediately, the expressions of the two elders, one black and one white, changed slightly, and they looked towards the distance.

A team is rapidly approaching along the winding mountain road.

It was the Wood Dragon Gang that came to compete for the Black Fire Spirit Root.

Lu Jing's "divine" senses had long seen the approach of the Wood Dragon Gang. After all, the Free and Unfettered Palace had no enmity with him, and he even wanted to use them to "forge swords," so he was too embarrassed to use force and could only follow the rules of "challenge" in the martial arts world, which wasted a lot of time.

"Zou Yan!!"

Elder Mei glared resentfully at a middle-aged man in the middle of the group.

It was Zou Yan, the leader of the Wood Dragon Gang, who took advantage of the fact that the Master of Ten Thousand Swords was trapped in the Wilderness to launch a sneak attack and almost destroy the Ten Thousand Swords Tower!

"Mei Yuxi?"

Zou Yan and the elders immediately recognized the "remnants of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion" in front of them.

Overjoyed.

"Boss, that kid who seems to have killed Vice Boss Cao is here too!"

Zou Yan glanced at it, and his joy quickly faded.

"Xiaoyao Palace?"

Although they were itching to rush up and wipe out the last remnants of the Ten Thousand Swords Tower, they couldn't act rashly in front of the forces of the Carefree Palace.

Especially the two conspicuous elders, one in black and one in white. Although their ranking on the Earth Ranking was slightly lower than his, the two of them working together were not someone he could handle. And this was just a small team sent out by the Free and Unfettered Palace for training.

The elder of Xiaoyao Palace, dressed in black, immediately saw through the situation and recognized Zou Yan, the leader of the Mulong Gang, who was also on the Earth Ranking. He snorted coldly, thinking that Xiaoyao Palace had no need to get involved in the conflict between small sects in Yangzhou.

"Walk!"

He was about to lead the team away immediately.

"Wait a minute!"

The young disciples, including Chu Xiao, wielding the "Cloud-Turning Sword," sneered. They were ignorant and arrogant, humiliating the Free and Unfettered Palace. The fact that they weren't killed on the spot was already a testament to the Free and Unfettered Palace's magnanimity. And they still had the nerve to ask for protection?

Lu Jing looked apologetic: "Wait a moment, please wait a moment, it will be resolved in a short while."

After saying this, Lu Jing turned around and walked past Elder Mei, who was blocking his way, as well as Mei Xiaoying and the Wei brothers, who were about to be executed with swords drawn and filled with grief and indignation.

"I received the teachings of the previous Master of Ten Thousand Swords. The kindness of receiving the teachings is as vast as the sky and as deep as the sea. Blood debts must be repaid in blood. So you... may you rest in peace in the Yellow Springs."

Lu Jing said calmly, his voice carried by the gentle breeze to the ears of everyone in the Wood Dragon Gang.

It then drifted into the Wood Dragon Gang's ranks like a green bamboo leaf blown by the wind.

Light and ethereal, it moves with the wind, yet its speed is beyond human imagination.

Just as Zou Yan was not yet ready, a ray of green light suddenly tore through space and descended before him!

"Sect Leader!"

"Ah Yao!"

"Boss!"

Amidst gasps of surprise, Zou Yan swiftly drew a heavy black wooden sword and held it precariously in front of him.

This black heavy sword appears to be made of wood, but it is actually incredibly heavy and is a special and unusual sword.

Combined with Zou Yan's unparalleled internal strength, which could generate tens of thousands of pounds of explosive power, few could withstand a single sword strike from him.

The only drawback is that it consumes too much internal energy.

But with just a light touch of the azure light, the power of the black greatsword was completely dissipated.

Zou Yan's expression changed instantly.

Lu Jing sneered. How could an ordinary Earth Ranking expert withstand the force of 80,000 jin? It could be said that in this Flaming Mountain, apart from the fake Innate expert Sima Qing and Teng Qingshan, almost no one could match this force of nearly 100,000 jin.

Not to mention his almost unmatched speed.

With the power of the Xun wind, Lu Jing's movement and attack speed far exceeded that of ordinary martial artists.

Zou Yan was about to pull himself together and hold off Lu Jing's attack while waiting for the elders around him to make their move.

But Lu Jing's bamboo sword was like the attack of a green bamboo snake, and in the blink of an eye, he thrust out more than a dozen swords.

Zou Yan was completely overwhelmed.

"Boss—"

The elders around him launched their weapons at Lu Jing.

But they immediately missed their target.

That wisp of green was like a dream, seemingly visible but unattainable.

"Boss!!"

A sharp-eyed elder noticed a line of blood on Zou Yan's neck as he stood stiffly, followed by a spurt of blood that dispersed like a blood mist.

The elders and elite disciples of the Wood Dragon Gang were initially enraged and attacked like madmen, then their anger turned to fear, and finally to horror.

Lu Jing's figure was like a bamboo leaf in the mountains and forests, light and ethereal, without any power.

It appears to be weightless; even a slight breeze from any weapon attack can alter its flight path.

And so, it was as if a ghost had infiltrated the group.

Amidst the chaotic roars, not even a scream could be heard, yet dozens of people had already lost their breath.

Not far away, Teng Qingshan, who was standing on a tree branch, watched the slaughter in astonishment.

Yes, it was a one-sided massacre.

"Such speed..."

Lu Jing's speed also exceeded Teng Qingshan's expectations.

He was confident in his own strength. His physical body alone could unleash 180,000 jin of force, and with his internal energy, he could unleash more than 200,000 jin at full power, making him comparable to a Xiantian expert.

But Lu Jing's speed posed a strong threat to him.

He originally disagreed with Zhuge Yun's statement that "in the world of swordsmanship, speed is the only way to break through."

However, given the speed, Teng Qingshan believed that it would be almost impossible for him to attack. If the two were to fight, they could only manage a draw at best, and he might even be at a disadvantage.

After all, the opponent's attack power seemed quite strong, and Teng Qingshan had not cultivated the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill.

"He's only thirteen years old..."

Although not flamboyant in personality, Teng Qingshan, who actually considered himself invincible after birth, felt a strong fighting spirit at this moment.

"Truly, one should not underestimate the heroes of the world... There are always people more capable than oneself, and the sky is always higher than the heavens. It seems I must be more cautious in my actions from now on..."

This turn of events happened so fast that most people didn't even have time to react.

But when everything settled down and hundreds of corpses lay scattered on the ground, the boy who appeared to have not shed a drop of blood had become an ancient behemoth in the eyes of the people of Xiaoyao Palace.

Mei Xiaoying and the Wei brothers had low martial arts skills and limited knowledge, so all they could do was look on in amazement. After all, they also harbored deep hatred for the Wood Dragon Gang, not knowing how many of their peers, comrades, and teachers had died in their escape.

Elder Mei was already kneeling on the ground, looking at the corpses of the Wood Dragon Gang's high-ranking members, and choked with sobs.

The surviving disciples, including Lu Jing, were still relatively new to the sect and their bonds weren't that strong. The true remnants of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, the real loner, was Elder Mei.

Meanwhile, the two elders of Xiaoyao Palace, one black and one white, stood guard in front of the disciples with wary expressions.

As they looked at each other, they both saw the immense horror in each other's eyes.

If Lu Jing weren't so young, truly a boy who hadn't yet grown up, they would have thought he was an old monster who had already reached the Innate Realm and possessed the art of preserving his youth.

Lu Jing looked back at the black and white elders who were protecting their young like a mother hen, and a group of Xiaoyao Palace disciples who were like quails, and felt somewhat helpless.

"It seems the tactic of pretending to be a young martial artist to challenge them is definitely going to fail..."

Only a fool would accept the challenge.

"To forge the 'Sword of Man,' sacrificing a little reputation is nothing."

Lu Jing inwardly scoffed, but put on a cheerful face and acted like a robber: "It seems that even if I challenge you young heroes of the Free and Unfettered Palace again, you won't accept the challenge. So let's not waste any more time. Leave your swords and you can go..."

"Don't even think about it!"

"You dare to be an enemy of my Free and Unfettered Palace?!"

……

At a time when many sects and independent cultivators from Yangzhou and the surrounding areas were gradually gathering at Flaming Mountain.

An explosive piece of news spread throughout the Flaming Mountain in a short time and is still spreading outwards at an extremely fast pace.

The commotion it caused was like an earthquake.

A young man claiming to be the master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion killed Zou Yan, who was ranked forty-seventh on the Earth Ranking, and slaughtered all the elites in his gang.

He then defeated the Black and White Elders of Qingzhou Xiaoyao Palace and seized their Black and White Swords.

Then defeat Sima Feng, the leader of the Heavy Sword Sect, Wei Canglong, a top-ranked expert from the Iron Armor Sect, and other powerful figures leading their respective sects, and seize several precious swords from their sects.

They act arrogantly, like robbers.

This has made many sects on Flaming Mountain, especially swordsmen, feel insecure.

Wu Yue, the "Thunder God Blade" ranked ninth on the Earth Ranking, challenged the Master of Ten Thousand Swords, but was defeated within three moves.

The newly appointed "Master of Ten Thousand Swords" surpassed the previous Master of Ten Thousand Swords who had also caused a sensation. His prestige overshadowed Teng Qingshan, who had killed Meng Tian, ​​a master on the Earth Ranking, and Gu Shiyou, who was ranked first on the Hidden Dragon Ranking and forty-eighth on the Earth Ranking, making him the undisputed number one master of the younger generation.

This has further fueled the undercurrents among various forces that are already nearly driven mad by their search for the Black Flame Spirit Root.

(End of this chapter)