Chapter 7 - Great Sword Monarch (1/2)

Lin Jiu froze.

Did that mean that Qin Yun Xi witnessed the entire development of her new baseline?

She did not move a muscle as she stared at Qin Yun Xi from her vantage point. He was sitting in the shadows in the corner, dressed only in plain-colored clothes. His cheeks and eyes were deep beneath his high protruding cheekbones, his lips pale and his skin dull. And yet, the beauty of his face could not be argued.

It was early in the day, but he looked a bit like a ghost.

Lin Jiu felt her scalp tingle, but she forced down the odd sense of discomfort in her heart and nodded at him in a reserved manner.

Qin Yun Xi gave her a light nod in return.

There appeared to be no malice.

Lin Jiu looked somewhat regretfully at the second lotus petal that had opened up about eighty percent in her consciousness. The malice that Zheng Zi Yu and her son had towards Lin Jiu far surpassed the anger from this unfamiliar Qin Yun Xi.

Qin Yun Xi had easily opened the first lotus petal for her, while the malice from Zheng Zi Yu and Lin Dong had only allowed the second petal to open about eighty percent. And they were the ones that wanted nothing more than to kill her with a thousand cuts! From this, she deduced that the higher the requirement of malice to open the petals, the better the benefits opening those petals would be.

In particular, the killing move obtained after opening the eighth lotus petal on the outer ring was strong enough to exterminate a Nascent Soul master, which impressed Lin Jiu even more.

Of course, she wouldn’t be as foolish as the original Lin Jiu in the book and absorb malice by making herself an enemy of the world.

“I have to make them hate the sight of me, but unable to get rid of me,” Lin Jiu mused. “Only twenty percent more malice left to go… Let’s leave that up to the Wang Clan!”

She gathered her skirt and walked towards the gate.

The long whitestone steps between the hall and the gate were flanked by trees and flora on both sides. The clear clouds and mist hovering in the air bore evidence that this place was brimming with spiritual energy and rich for cultivators.

Lin Jiu inhaled the light fragrance of flowers, refreshing her body.

If it weren’t for her current awkward identity, she would have hugged the male lead’s thighs and begged to join the Thousand Divine Swords sect. When the cultivators ascended, then she would also be able to follow them a few steps up and have a taste of what it was like to be an immortal. She sighed… If only she could meet them before they were married!

Lin Jiu shook her head and sighed all the way until she reached the gate.

This place was also rather rowdy. Her ears strained to hear the sounds at the distance, and she was able to get a gist of the situation.

The Dripstone Spiritual Milk guarded by Dong Ting’s Wang Clan had been stolen last night. Only a few people on the Tian Yun continent could manage to break the Wang Clan’s protective barrier and kill the Flowing Flame Sword Immortal Wang Shan Zhi in a single move.

Although the murderer covered their face, their age and gender could still be deduced. Wang Tian Po, the head of the Wang clan, first suspected the sword immortal disciples under Wei Liang to be the culprit.

Thus, he brought Wang Shan Zi’s corpse and asked to compare palm marks.

There were still four disciples left under Wei Liang. Second Big Brother Gu Fei, Fourth Big Brother Mu Rong Chun, Seventh Little Sister Liu Qing Yin, as well as the paralyzed Eldest Big Brother Qin Yun Xi.

The Second Big Brother, Gu Fei, had heard enough of Zheng Zi Yu’s endless yapping, and his mood was already sour. Once he encountered the Wang Clan, who came all the way to the gates and demanded such an insulting request, he instantly exploded.

Fourth Big Brother Mu Rong Chun was much steadier. When he saw the dead Flowing Flame Sword Immortal Wang Shan Zhi, he knew that this was no small matter and calmed Gu Fei down together with Liu Qing Yi. They all contained their indignation of the Wang Clan’s request, and they compared the shapes of their palms to the mark and ruled out the suspects one by one.

Unexpectedly, the Thousand Divine Swords sect’s patience was met with escalation from the Wang Clan.

They demanded their Eldest Big Brother Qing Yun Xi to be brought out for verification. If it was too inconvenient, then they would transport Wang Shan Zhi’s corpse up the mountain.

The disciples at the bottom could no longer endure the disrespect and immediately began arguing with the Wang Clan’s people.

Meanwhile, Wei Liang stood behind the crowd and observed the scene with stony eyes. When it came to battle, an aloof Great Sword Monarch like himself could rush forwards to the front lines. As for the background stuff? That was not possible for him.

Suddenly, one of the members from the Wang Clan had the audacity to shout, “What about the Sword Monarch Wei Liang?!”

In an instant, everyone turned silent.

The Thousand Divine Swords sect’s disciples were about to explode with anger, when Wei Liang slowly stepped forward and raised his hand, and the crowd made way for him.

Step by step, Wei Liang moved towards the Wang clan’s group. More than a hundred people automatically retreated backwards, and a few who were at the edge of the platform rolled down the steps like dumplings.

“Master!” Gu Fei cried, red-faced, and he was just about to draw his sword to defend him. However, Wei Liang lifted his hand and ordered him to step down.

The might of the Sword Monarch was unstoppable. Standing at the front, the Wang Clan’s patriarch Wang Tian Po was sweating like it was raining. He did his best to keep his back straight as he slightly tilted his face to look at Wei Liang directly.

Wei Liang stopped before him and spoke in an indifferent tone.

“In the battle with the demonic cultivators, the Thousand Divine Swords sect lost three great sword immortals, fifteen sword immortals, seventeen Nascent Soul cultivators, four hundred and eighty-two Golden Core cultivators, and seven hundred and fifty-one Foundation Establishment disciples. I was also severely injured in the fight and my cultivation still remains unstable.”

The crowd held their breaths, some onlookers’ eyes were already filled with tears.

“As for the Wang Clan,” Wei Liang’s said, his eyes cold, “of twenty-three great sword immortals, only one sustained light injuries, there not a single death to be found of the fifty-six sword immortals, and the deaths of the Nascent Soul cultivators numbered less than what can be counted on one hand. A thousand other mercenaries who were Golden Core and Foundation Establishment cultivators were all outsiders who did not share the Wang surname and were paid with spirit stones.”