Chapter 1370 - Swordsman (1/2)

Chapter 1370: Swordsman

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

“Elder Zhi,” Qiu Yu said. “Give me a ten-thousand-year Nether Winter Ice. I want to give it to Lady Mu as compensation.”

An elder with a fire mark on his forehead stood behind Qiu Yu. Rules of Saintly Way interwove on his entire body. The flame on his forehead burned like a divine furnace.

The elder hesitated slightly. “The Nether Winter Ice is so precious. It’s useful for you too…”

Qiu Yu smiled faintly. “Compared to Lady Mu, a mere ten-thousand-year Nether Winter Ice is nothing.”

The cultivators of the Moon-Wors.h.i.+p Demonic Sect all exchanged glances. All of them were moved.

The ten-thousand-year Nether Winter Ice was definitely an incredible treasure. It was far more valuable than typical saintly medicines. Any Saint with the Ice Body would want it, but Qiu Yu just gave it to Mu Lingxi so casually.

He is so magnanimous, the elders of the Moon-Wors.h.i.+p Demonic Sect thought. The average person can’t compare to him. If the Saintess marries him, she is indeed reaching a higher status.

The elder with the flame mark finally took out a blue ice box and handed it to Qiu Yu.

Qiu Yu, Ouyang Huan, and Yun Zheng walked to the front. Everyone followed them. The group of people walked to the mountain where the Saintess Palace cultivated—Mount Tianshui.

The Saintess Palace only accepted female disciples. Along the way, one could see some beautiful girls flying through the mountain. When they saw Qiu Yu and Ouyang Huan, they all blushed and their hearts beat faster. They hurriedly reported to each other, creating a commotion.

News that Qiu Yu and Ouyang Huan had arrived at Mount Tianshui quickly spread throughout the Saintess Palace.

Not only did regular disciples hurry over, even the Saintesses who were cultivating in isolation hurried to greet them.

They naturally knew the reason why Qiu Yu and Ouyang Huan were here. They were all envious and jealous.

Everyone pa.s.sed through the deep forest and the surroundings suddenly opened up. A cultivation residence appeared. Before it was a green spiritual lake.

“Greetings, Vice Sect Leader.”

Mu Lingxi’s maids all knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him.

With Qiu Yu as the leader, the three walked straight to the cultivation residence. Everyone else stayed at a distance. They didn’t step into the area.

Just then, a cold voice rang out over the spiritual lake. “Without the residence owner’s permission, any cultivator who takes another step will be given the death sentence.”

It wasn’t an amiable voice.

Right then, Qiu Yu finally realized that someone was fis.h.i.+ng in the spiritual lake. He didn’t kneel down and this was surprising.

Qiu Yu glanced at Ouyang Huan. Chuckling, he said, “Brother Ouyang, doesn’t the Moon-Wors.h.i.+p Demonic Sect have strict regulations? How come there are cultivators who don’t kneel down to you?”

The man at the bank of the spiritual lake was around 20 years old. His cloth robe was faded from was.h.i.+ng too much, but it was very clean. He held a fis.h.i.+ng rod with one hand and a rusty sword in the other.

Ouyang Huan glanced at the robed man. A deep look appeared in his eyes. “Le,” he said, “don’t be impolite to Lord Qiu Yu.”

“I’m only saying the rules here,” Le said. “Everyone must act according to the rules.”

Ouyang Huan furrowed his brows. “This is the Saintess Palace. It’s not for you to stay in. Leave immediately.”

“This is where I should stay!” Le said calmly. “Please go back. The Saintess doesn’t want to see anyone today.”

“Are you in charge? I am her father. Who can stop me?”

Yun Zheng was annoyed. It was such an honor that his daughter could catch Qiu Yu’s eyes. How could someone dare to get in the way?

Whoever dared must die.

Yun Zheng was afraid of offending Qiu Yu and ruining the marriage, so he grew murderous. The Holy Qi within him started spinning quickly. It consolidated into a palm force that was sent toward Le.

Yun Zheng’s cultivation was also in the Saint Realm. Once he attacked, it was naturally shocking. Gusts of wind and thunder shook the entire Mount Tianshui.

Le sat steadily at the fis.h.i.+ng platform. His expression was still blank, but his arm shook.

Whoosh—

The fis.h.i.+ng rod flew out of the water and cut a beautiful arc. Sharper than any sword, it sliced Yun Zheng’s hand and wrapped around his neck.

I can’t even dodge a fis.h.i.+ng line.

Yun Zheng was extremely shocked.

The next moment, his shock turned to horror.

Crack, crack.

The fis.h.i.+ng line wrapped around his neck was actually tightening. It cut through his body’s defenses, creating a blood-red mark. Drops of saintly blood flowed down the line. It was about to cut his head off.

“Le, don’t kill him.”

Mu Lingxi’s gentle voice sounded from the distant cultivation residence.

Hearing this, Le’s fis.h.i.+ng rod swung lightly. Then, Yun Zheng flew up and dropped headfirst into the lake with a plop.

“You…”

Yun Zheng felt humiliated and roared angrily. But when he saw Le’s emotionless eyes, it felt like someone was choking him. He couldn’t utter a single word.

Seeing this, a faint smile actually appeared on Qiu Yu’s face. He nodded. “Le, not bad. You’re interesting. You’ll cultivate with me from now on!”

“You don’t qualify.”