Chapter 83
, The Holy Son of Yaochi Tests His Sword Across the World?! [Please Subscribe]
Chapter 83, The Holy Son of Yaochi Tests His Sword Across the World?! [Please Subscribe]
The morning mist had not yet dissipated.
The main gate of Tai Xuan Sect was faintly visible in the thin mist, and the bluestone square was already full of people.
The Tai Xuan Sect Leader, along with eight elders and dozens of disciples, escorted Su Ye outside the mountain gate.
The scale of the event was even more grand than the welcoming banquet last night.
Today, the headmaster of Taixuan changed into a dark-colored Taoist robe, with the patterns of the 108 peaks of Taixuan embroidered on the cuffs.
Standing behind him were elders with various expressions.
Su Ye walked out from inside the mountain gate, stopped in front of the sect leader, and said with a faint smile, "Why does the sect leader need to make such a fuss?"
"If the Holy Son of Yaochi is leaving and I, Tai Xuanruo, don't even see him off, wouldn't people laugh at us?"
The headmaster of Tai Xuan waved his hand.
He took something out of his sleeve.
The antique token is about the size of a palm and is carved entirely from millennia-old jade.
The front is engraved with the two characters "Tai Xuan", with vigorous strokes, each stroke exuding the spirit of the founder of the school ten thousand years ago.
After activation, it flashes with dense Dao patterns.
Those are the Dao traces left by the founder of the Tai Xuan School, which have not been erased even after ten thousand years.
The elders' expressions changed drastically the moment they saw the token.
"Master Brother————"
An elderly elder with white hair called out in a low voice, but swallowed the words back down.
The Tai Xuan Sect Leader ignored him and handed the token to Su Ye with both hands.
"The Holy Son has helped my Tai Xuan retrieve the Zhuofeng inheritance; his kindness is too great."
His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
"Please accept this Tai Xuan Ancient Token, Holy Son. If you have any orders in the future, everyone in Tai Xuan will obey."
He knew in his heart that this was Tai Xuan's safest bet.
Even if Su Ye ultimately loses in the battle for the Emperor's Road, with his innate Dao embryo talent, he will at least become a saint who will rule over a region in the future. It would be no harm to befriend him in advance.
Moreover, as the Holy Son of Yaochi, Su Ye may not actually use this token in the future; it is more of a gesture of goodwill.
Su Ye looked at the token but did not immediately reach out.
"You flatter me, Sect Leader."
He cupped his hands in greeting, his expression calm: "It was a stroke of luck, and I dare not take credit for it."
"Holy Son, there is no need to refuse."
The Tai Xuan Sect Leader spoke earnestly, pushing the token forward a few more times: "Whether it's fate or destiny, the fact that the Zhuofeng lineage can be revived in the hands of the Holy Son is something Tai Xuan owes you."
"This token is merely a token of Tai Xuan's goodwill; I hope the Holy Son will not find it distasteful."
Su Ye remained silent for two breaths.
Extend both hands and solemnly accept it.
The jade felt warm and smooth to the touch, and the Dao patterns on the back were slightly warm to the fingertips, as if confirming his presence.
"This junior accepts it."
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Su Ye put the token into the Sea of Bitterness and clasped his hands in a fist salute once more.
The headmaster of Taixuan smiled with satisfaction and stepped back to make way.
The elders clasped their hands in greeting.
"Take care on your journey, Holy Son."
Until we meet again.
Su Ye's gaze swept over these people.
Some were grateful, some were gratified, and a couple of elders had a subtle, complex emotion hidden in their eyes.
The essence of Zhuofeng's legacy was comprehended by an outsider, and no one in the Taixuan sect has grasped its true meaning.
He could see that regret.
Yet no one revealed it openly.
He returned the greeting to everyone and turned to walk towards the ancient road outside the mountain gate.
I had only taken a few steps when a gentle voice came from behind me.
"Holy Son, Yunfei will see you off on your journey."
Su Ye paused slightly and glanced to the side.
Hua Yunfei stepped out from the crowd.
He was still wearing that moon-white robe, his long hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, and his face was handsome and refined.
He walked with a calm demeanor, as if nothing had happened the night before.
Su Ye nodded.
The two walked out of the mountain gate side by side and embarked on the ancient road leading to the desolate southern region.
Behind me, the morning bell of Mount Tai Xuan rang out softly.
The sound of the bell pierced through the thin mist, echoing among the 108 peaks, startling several white cranes that were perched on the mountainside.
The white crane spread its wings and soared into the sea of clouds, its feathers gleaming faintly gold in the morning light.
The two walked along the ancient road for about ten miles, but the sound of the bell from Mount Taixuan could no longer be heard.
All that remained was the sound of the mountain wind whistling through the pine forest.
Hua Yunfei spoke first.
"Yunfei saw it clearly from below the mountain when the Holy Son triggered the inheritance at Zhuofeng last night."
He spoke gently, as if recounting something commonplace: "When that pillar of light shot into the sky, the entire Tai Xuan Mountain trembled."
"Not a single disciple of the 108 peaks was not shaken."
Su Ye continued walking: "The Way of Zhuofeng is a gift from heaven and earth, and I just happen to be destined to be with it."
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"You are too modest, Your Majesty."
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Hua Yunfei chuckled softly.
"The innate Dao embryo is naturally close to the Dao; this 'perfect' alignment is itself the greatest opportunity, something others could only dream of."
Su Ye did not respond.
The two walked a little further.
The ancient road bends at a ridge, leading to a wide valley.
The morning mist is slowly dissipating from the valley floor, revealing the outlines of layers of mountains.
Hua Yunfei suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Su Ye also stopped and turned to look at him.
Hua Yunfei's smile remained, but something beneath the smile had changed.
It was like an undercurrent suddenly rising beneath a calm lake, only to be submerged again in an instant.
"As Your Majesty departs, Yunfei has something to say, but he is unsure whether he should."
Su Ye turned around and looked at his face.
"Brother Hua, please speak freely."
Hua Yunfei did not speak immediately.
His gaze passed over Su Ye and landed on the distant clouds.
"Although Hell has been severely damaged, those who could mobilize them are still here."
The voice was a little softer, but clearer than ever before.
"Above the Big Dipper, besides Hell, there is an even more ancient and terrifying name."
"The human world."
When Hua Yunfei uttered those three words, it was as if he had just mentioned them casually.
Su Ye knew the weight of those three words.
world.
It is older than hell, more secretive than hell, and colder than hell.
If hell is a gleaming butcher's knife, then the human world is a chilling wind that seeps into every crevice.
You never know when it will come or from which direction.
You might not even notice it when it arrives.
Su Ye's gaze fell on Hua Yunfei's face, and he sized him up briefly.
Hua Yunfei remained calm and met his gaze with composure.
"Yunfei is just guessing."
He smiled slightly, his tone still gentle and refined: "The Holy Son possesses a supreme treasure and is also a primordial Dao embryo."
"On the road to the emperor, some people will not just stand by and watch."
The mountain breeze made the stray hairs on his forehead sway slightly.
Su Ye remained silent for a moment.
Why did you remind me, Brother Hua?
That's a very direct question.
A complex look flashed across Hua Yunfei's eyes.
Extremely fast.
So fast that it was almost impossible to see.
His smile quickly returned to normal: "Because Yunfei also wants to see just how far a primordial Dao embryo can go on the path to becoming an emperor."
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A casual remark.
It's like an observer's curiosity about a game of chess, and also like a player's exploration of variables.
Su Ye understood another layer of meaning.
Hua Yunfei was both reminding him and testing him.
The warning was real, and the test was real.
This seemingly glamorous number one figure in the Star Peak is, in his heart, burdened with the destiny of devouring.
He reminded Su Ye that perhaps he was leaving himself a way out, or perhaps he just wanted to add another variable to the chessboard of fate.
Su Ye withdrew his gaze.
No further questions were asked.
He stepped off the last stone steps of the ancient path and entered the open valley.
Until we meet again.
Never looking back.
Hua Yunfei stood still, hands behind his back.
The morning light shone through the gaps in the clouds, making his white clothes glow slightly.
He watched the blue and white figure gradually disappear into the distance, until the last glimpse of his clothes was swallowed up by the green of the mountains and forests.
A fleeting glint of light flashed in his eyes.
Turn around.
He returned to Taixuan alone.
The mountain wind still blows, and the ancient road is deserted.
Barren hills.
The further south you go, the more desolate the terrain becomes.
The territory of the Tai Xuan Sect ends here; ahead lies unclaimed land.
Within Su Ye's Sea of Bitterness, the three tender leaves of the World Tree sapling swayed gently.
The Primordial Divine Mark Tower hummed softly above the Sea of Bitterness, its divine marks and purple-gold Dao marks resonating with the Dao embryo.
Each resonance stirs up a pale purple ripple in the sea of suffering, spreading and contracting to form a constant rhythm.
His cultivation at the peak of the Fourth Heaven of the Four Extremes became increasingly solid.
Su Ye was slightly startled, as he sensed a divine sense spying on him.
That divine sense was very subtle, as if it were projected from some distant angle.
The perception of the innate Dao embryo far surpasses that of others of the same level, yet even so, it only managed to detect a faint trace.
Su Ye continued walking forward.
He was targeted not long after leaving Tai Xuan Sect.
These people either planted spies in the Tai Xuan Sect or had been staking out the mountain gate for many days.
"The things I cut out in the Holy City have indeed made quite a few people restless."
He sneered inwardly.
Dragon-patterned black gold, seeds of the immortal medicine, roots of the immortal medicine.
Which one isn't a treasure that even the Holy Land envies?
Previously, with the Jade Balance Saint secretly protecting the Dao, those people dared not act rashly.
Now that he's traveling alone, those people can no longer contain themselves.
There is more than one group of lurking spy.
Perception spread silently, capturing at least two distinct auras.
The sound of something cutting through the air rang out from all directions.
More than a dozen figures emerged from the miasma and surrounded Su Ye at the edge of the swamp.
These people were all at the Fourth Realm, dressed in various ways, some wearing animal skins, some wrapped in black robes, and all carrying the bloody aura unique to desperados.
The one in the lead walked out from directly in front.
His face was full of fleshy muscles, and a scar on his left cheek stretched from his eyebrow to his jaw.
The dark red armor was engraved with rough protective patterns.
The aura of the second level of Dragon Transformation was released without reservation.
The oppressive force swept across the swamp like a gust of wind, forcing the miasma back several feet.
The dozen or so bandits behind him grinned maliciously.
Everyone held magical implements in their hands, including swords, spears, axes, and all sorts of other weapons.
The light from the ritual implements flickered uncertainly amidst the miasma.
The scarred cultivator stepped forward, grinning to reveal a mouthful of large teeth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Holy Son of Yaochi!"
"I've got my eye on the divine medicine seeds and immortal gold you cut out in the Holy City!"
"If you know what's good for you, hand it over, and I'll leave you a whole corpse!"
A burst of laughter erupted from the dozen or so people behind him, the sound echoing across the swamp.
Someone was brandishing a knife in their hand, the tip still stained with undried dark red blood.
Su Ye stood still.
His complexion remained unchanged.
His gaze slowly swept over the scarred cultivator, then over the dozen or so bandits of the Four Extremes.
I've already made up my mind.
The leader was at the second level of the Dragon Transformation Realm, with a dozen or so members at the fourth level as assistants.
This configuration is more than enough to deal with ordinary cultivators at the fourth level.
But how do we deal with him?
not enough.
Far from enough.
These people are either cannon fodder being used as pawns, or they are stepping stones to probe his weaknesses.
"Are you done talking?"
Su Ye finally spoke.
The scarred monk's smile froze for a moment.
Something was wrong. This young man, at the fourth level of the Four Extremes Realm, showed not a ripple in his deep purple eyes when facing the pressure of the second level of the Dragon Transformation Realm.
An ominous premonition swept through his mind.
But his men were watching from behind, so he couldn't back down.
"Stop pretending! I—"
He didn't finish his sentence.
Purple Daoist energy condensed in Su Ye's eyes.
Pure, unparalleled light emanated from the depths of deep purple pupils.
The light of the Dao Tribulation!
Purple light swept out like a tidal wave.
Wherever the sunlight passed, the air emitted a sharp whistling sound.
That was the sound of the Great Dao's laws collapsing and reforming in the heavenly light.
The four bandits didn't even have time to react.
The protective divine light shattered as if it were made of paper.
The protective runes on the swords and axes dimmed instantly in the purple light, like thin paper soaked in water, turning to dust at the slightest touch.
Then their bodies, in the sunlight, gradually disintegrated, transforming into the most primordial energy of heaven and earth.
More than a dozen bandits from the Four Extremes vanished into nothingness in the blink of an eye.
Only a few wisps of energy remained in the air at the edge of the swamp, flickering a few times in the miasma before dissipating.
The scarred monk's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
The fleshy face instantly lost all color, turning deathly pale, like a person who had just crawled out of a grave.
He retreated frantically, splashing up half a meter high the swampy mud beneath his feet.
"Wait! There's someone behind me—"
Su Ye didn't give him a chance to finish speaking.
Gently tap with your right index finger.
A beam of condensed purple light shot out from the fingertip.
The speed was so fast that the scarred monk didn't even have time to blink.
A purple light pierced through his brow.
Purple divine power surged into his sea of consciousness, like an invisible blade, crushing his soul piece by piece.
The scarred monk's pupils dilated suddenly, and he fell backward.
From their appearance to their complete annihilation, it took less than ten breaths.
Su Ye glanced down at the scarred cultivator's corpse.
That hideous face wore an expression of disbelief until its very death.
"You dare to attempt to kill me without even knowing my background?"
The swamp returned to silence.
Su Ye did not leave immediately.
He scanned the scarred cultivator with his divine sense.
There were only a few thousand kilograms of ordinary source material and a few low-level magic artifacts.
The aura emanating from this person was extremely mixed, and the cultivation technique he used was crude and inferior.
The second level of the Dragon Transformation realm seems to have been forcibly built up by depleting one's foundation and external resources, resulting in a foundation that is pitifully weak.
This kind of person simply doesn't have the ability to abduct and kill him.
There must be someone behind this.
who is it?
hell?
Or is it some hidden force?
Su Ye withdrew his divine sense and his gaze fell on the hazy horizon in the distance.
"Hua Yunfei's reminder was indeed not unfounded."
He pondered it in his heart.
Hell may have suffered a devastating blow, but its employers remain.
The assassin organization that is older than hell in the human world has probably already put him on its list.
The treasures cut from the Holy City are laid out in the open, like freshly cut, bloody meat; hungry wolves will always pounce on them, drawn by the smell of blood.
Previously, at the Yaochi Stone Archway in the Holy City, no one dared to make a move.
Now that they're traveling alone, those people can't hold back anymore.
Today's robbers are just the first wave.
There will be a second wave, a third wave, until they figure out all his cards.
"I must break through to the Dragon Transformation stage as soon as possible."
Su Ye made a decision in her heart.
The Dragon Transformation Realm is the life transformation of the nine vertebrae of the spine.
Each transformation brings a qualitative leap, and each change is a baptism of fire.
With his level eight combat prowess, once he steps into the Dragon Transformation realm, he will have no rivals below the Sendai.
By then, even the highest level of Sendai might not be able to do anything to him.
If a level 2 Immortal assassin is deployed—
Su Ye looked up at the sky, knowing that the Jade Balance Saint was lurking in the shadows.
The protection of sages is his biggest trump card at present.
But sages only intervene in life-or-death crises; the path to becoming an emperor must ultimately be walked by oneself.
Su Ye withdrew his gaze and walked deeper into the desolate ridge.
far away.
On the low cliffs.
Two black figures stood silently behind the rocks.
They were both wearing matching black cloaks, and their cultivation levels were both at the first level of the Immortal Ascension Realm.
One on the left and one on the right, their auras were almost identical, as if they were carved from the same mold.
They watched everything that happened at the edge of the swamp from beginning to end without releasing a single trace of their presence; they were extremely well hidden.
The one on the left spoke first: "Instantly annihilate the sixteen-person team led by a second-level Dragon Transformation cultivator."
He paused, then said, "Peak of the Fourth Heaven of the Four Extremes, it is rumored that he has reached the sixth level of combat power."
"Based on the current situation, the full potential will only be higher."
The one on the right nodded and said, "It can be confirmed. Sixth-level combat power is the lower limit; it's highly likely that he has stepped into the eighth level."
The man in black on the left remained silent for a moment.
"This intelligence is far more valuable than the dozen or so lives lost at the edge of the swamp."
Yunze City.
The largest gathering place of cultivators at the junction of the southern and central regions of the Eastern Wilderness.
Rogue cultivators, scions of noble families, and disciples of holy lands from thousands of miles around would all stop in the city to rest when passing through.
It was afternoon when Su Ye stepped through the city gate.
The ancient city wall is mottled and peeling, and the bluestone street surface has been worn smooth as a mirror by countless feet.
The taverns and teahouses on both sides of the street were full of people. The fragrance of spiritual tea mixed with the smell of wine wafted out of the windows, weaving a thin layer of mist in the sky above the long street.
Su Ye walked along the main street.
The cultivators on the road passed each other in twos and threes, some haggling over prices, others exchanging information.
A gaunt old man selling medicinal herbs at a stall shouted at the top of his lungs, "Three-hundred-year-old Blood-Coagulating Grass from Black Wind Cliff in the Southern Region! Only exchanging the source, nothing else!"
The woman next to him, selling fragments of ritual implements, wasn't to be outdone. She held up a bronze fragment high, proclaiming, "Treasures unearthed from ancient ruins! Those who know their stuff, come and take a look!"
Su Ye walked through the hustle and bustle and stopped in front of an inconspicuous teahouse.
He sat down by the window and ordered a pot of coarse tea.
The tea is picked from wild tea trees on the mountain, so it has little spiritual energy, but its beauty lies in its refreshing taste.
Su Ye held a rough pottery teacup, her gaze fixed on the street.
The Primordial Divine Mark Tower hummed softly above the Sea of Bitterness, its divine marks and purple-gold Dao marks maintaining a constant resonance with the Dao embryo within its body.
His cultivation at the Fourth Heaven of the Four Extremes had reached an indescribable level.
Each wisp of purple divine power flowed through the meridians with a natural rhythm.
The profound meaning of the character "皆" slowly flowed through my consciousness.
Since attaining enlightenment at Zhuofeng, Su Ye has been studying the essence of this lost inheritance from the Tai Xuan Sect.
One of the Nine Secrets, the character "皆" (jiē), which is said to embody all methods, is mysterious and unfathomable.
Although Su Ye has now begun to grasp the basics, he is still unable to unleash its true power, simply because his current combat strength has already reached the eighth level of forbidden combat power.
The secret of the character "皆" will fall into silence in the realm of the Eight Forbidden Zones.
Only before reaching the Eight Forbidden Realms, or after breaking through the Eight Forbidden Realms and entering the supreme realm of Eternal Divine Forbidden Realms, can this Nine Secrets be completely unsealed, unleashing its astonishing power ten times greater than its original strength.
The teahouse was noisy with people.
Several men who looked like rogue cultivators occupied a large table in the corner. On the table were several plates of spiritual fruit, and the tea had already been refilled to its third pot.
One of the loud-voiced, bearded monks was speaking with great enthusiasm, spitting as he spoke.
"—You didn't see it!"
"The scene in the Holy City back then... wow, the moment the dragon-patterned black gold was cut out, every cultivator in the entire arena went berserk!"
The bearded monk slammed his hand on the table.
"The Nine-Aperture Stone Figure, the prized possession of Dao Yi Stone Archway, has been sitting there untouched for a long time, and no one has dared to cut it!"
"But what was the result? The Holy Son of Yaochi arrived and casually sliced off another piece of immortal gold!"
A tall, thin rogue cultivator clicked his tongue and said, "Didn't they say there was still one seed of the Immortal Elixir?"
"How could it be fake?"
The bearded man took a big gulp of tea.
"The seeds of the Qilin Immortal Elixir! And a root that appears to be the elixir of immortality!"
"To be honest, the elders of the Holy Land who were present at the time were all dumbfounded."
An elderly man in a gray robe at the next table suddenly put down his teacup and lowered his voice.
"I just came from the Tai Xuan Sect, guess what?"
Several independent cultivators gathered around at the same time.
"The Holy Son of Yaochi has comprehended an invincible secret technique that has been lost for hundreds of years at the Tai Xuan Sect! It is said to be one of the Nine Secrets!"
The entire teahouse fell silent for a moment.
Nine Secrets.
These two words carry too much weight.
The bearded man gasped, blurting out, "One of the Nine Secrets?"
"That kind of thing—even no one in the Tai Xuan Sect can comprehend it, yet he, an outsider, can—"
"So they are born with a pre-heavenly Dao embryo."
The old man in the gray robe stroked his beard and said meaningfully.
"In his early twenties, he has achieved perfect mastery of the four elements, is a holy son of the Jade Pool, and possesses a primordial Dao embryo—"
"Tsk tsk, the Imperial Road has only just begun, and some people have already gotten this far."
"Where do you think he's going after leaving Tai Xuan this time?"
Who knows?
The bearded man shrugged.
"However, they've declared they want to test their skills across the land and hone their abilities in the Eastern Wilderness!"
"He also said that the so-called 'Emperor's Road Competition' is based on individual ability, and any genius below the Immortal Platform Secret Realm is welcome to fight!"
"Hey, this holy son was quite low-key when he was in the Holy City, but now he's showing his true colors."
"It is said that this holy son will pass through our Yunze City!"
"Is this news true or false? He's come to Yunze City?"
"Anyway, the news has spread all over the place."
"pretty close."
Su Ye paused slightly in the hand holding the teacup.
Testing the sword across the land?
When did he say that?
Su Ye sneered inwardly.
Someone spoke these words on his behalf.
Furthermore, they've even released his whereabouts, probably to set up a stage for him here.
The wider these rumors spread, the more people came to cause him trouble.
Those spreading the rumors behind his back were hoping he would offend all the geniuses of the entire Eastern Wilderness.
but----
Come on then.
Su Ye's trip was for training purposes.
If someone were to bring him a whetstone, he wouldn't be so disgusted.
The old man in black who had been silent on the other side suddenly spoke.
"How much have you heard about the legends of this Holy Son of Yaochi?"
The bearded man counted on his fingers: "He defeated Ji Haoyue, the Divine King of the Ji family, and crushed the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, the prodigy of the demon race. The Tai Xuan inheritance was revived because of him—"
The old man in black stroked his beard.
"That's not all. I heard he possesses the power of the Eight Forbidden Realms."
"Eight prohibitions?"
The young man in the blue shirt gasped.
"Isn't that standard equipment for a young emperor?"
So that's why.
The old man in black picked up his teacup, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his cloudy old eyes.
"The people who want to step on him to rise to power could line up from the east gate to the west gate of Yunze City."
The middle-aged man in the gray robe suddenly froze.
His gaze passed over the old man in black's shoulder and landed on the seat by the window.
A young man in white was sitting there.
He had a handsome face, with a faint air of coldness between his brows.
What's most captivating are those purple pupils, which appeared after the initial formation of the innate Dao embryo.
In the afternoon light, those eyes looked like two bottomless, icy purple pools.
The middle-aged man in the gray robe trembled slightly.
"It is—it is the Holy Son of Yaochi!"
The entire teahouse fell silent for a moment.
Everyone turned their heads in unison.
Su Ye held the teacup, her expression unchanged.
He gently blew away the tea foam and took a sip.
"Go on."
His voice was flat, devoid of any emotion.