Chapter 221: Poisonous Plot of the Great Kui Mountain Manor, Return to Haotian Sect

Lan Ertu died a miserable death—but compared to the unspeakably cruel means he had used to torment others, he died far too comfortably.

Yu Xian’s gaze was icy cold. Ever since the elm tree had been cut down and his master went missing, he hadn’t felt such intense killing intent.

With a flick of his hand, the Sea-Suppressing Pearl spun rapidly before flying back into his palm.

“Fellow Daoist, such means!”

In the distance, Kui Sanlang’s pupils contracted sharply. He forced a smile and called out, “Such an evil villain deserves to die! Fellow Daoist, you’ve done justice for the people and avenged my brother, Wu Yang. I, Kui Sanlang, owe you a favor!”

But Yu Xian didn’t respond. Instead, he suddenly pointed a finger at Kui Sanlang and dashed toward him like a bolt of lightning.

A blinding light shot forth—Tongling Finger, targeting Kui Sanlang’s head!

“Damn it!”

Although Kui Sanlang had been prepared, Yu Xian’s utter lack of hesitation shocked him.

Who the hell is this guy?!

With Lan Ertu dead, his blood demon collapsed as well. Kui Sanlang’s blood demon let out a fierce roar and lunged straight at Yu Xian!

Defense is inferior to offense!

This unfamiliar cultivator looked powerful only because of his treasure; his cultivation was only at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

Even if he didn’t attack first, Kui Sanlang had already planned to strike and take his treasure once he caught his breath.

The spell wasn’t a threat to him—he could endure it. And his blood demon, which had the strength of a late Foundation Establishment cultivator, would kill Yu Xian.

Boom!

The Tongling Finger shot forward with blinding speed, but Kui Sanlang had already activated his defensive magic treasure—a yellow shield.

With a muffled boom, the spell crashed into the shield and dissipated into a flash of light.

The shield shimmered with spiritual light, clearly a high-grade fourth-tier defensive artifact. Blocking the spell was not difficult.

As expected.

Kui Sanlang’s face turned cold with confidence. This cultivator relied solely on that powerful orb.

His other spells, while slightly stronger than average, were still within the bounds of a mid-Foundation cultivator’s strength—not enough to threaten someone at the late stage like him.

Yu Xian’s expression remained indifferent. He hadn’t expected that spell to seriously harm Kui Sanlang.

He knew well: with his current cultivation, killing a late-stage Foundation cultivator with just a spell was impossible. Without external support, crossing realms to kill was too hard.

That’s why he rushed in—for close combat.

At close quarters, Kui Sanlang wouldn’t stand a chance!

With his mighty physical strength, Yu Xian could absolutely beat him to death barehanded.

As for using the Sea-Suppressing Pearl again? Kui Sanlang wasn’t like Lan Ertu—he wasn’t tied down and would definitely dodge. The orb was powerful, but landing a hit on him was nearly impossible now.

Meanwhile, the blood demon roared and charged. If it managed to entangle Yu Xian, and Kui Sanlang gained enough distance to escape, Yu Xian would lose his chance.

But Yu Xian didn’t waver. He charged at Kui Sanlang while pointing at the blood demon.

“Begone!”

It only needed to be destroyed.

Yu Xian glanced at a few remaining scrolls and manuals, frowning.

“Great Kui Blood Path”

“Blood Demon Grand Technique”

All evil arts—clearly the blood demon rituals passed down by Lan Ertu after betraying and killing fellow rogue cultivators like Kui Wu Yang.

“Great Kui…”

Yu Xian’s eyes flashed. Suddenly, he retrieved a sheepskin scroll from his storage pouch.

The treasure map.

Great Kui Mountain Manor… True Spirit Master…

He sneered.

From Lan Ertu and Kui Sanlang’s earlier conversation, Yu Xian now fully confirmed what he had suspected: the map was a trap!

The so-called treasure map was bait crafted by the Great Kui Mountain Manor to lure cultivators into death traps.

After all, cultivator blood was far superior to mortal blood—and killing unaffiliated cultivators raised less suspicion. Those with powerful backers wouldn’t come alone.

Massacring mortals for blood would draw the wrath of major sects, even Nascent Soul elders. But tricking naive Foundation Establishment cultivators? Easy.

Yu Xian had once nearly gone—had he been less cautious, he’d be a blood demon’s meal by now.

Kui Sanlang… Kui Wu Yang… disciples of the Great Kui Mountain Manor.

“Great Kui Mountain Manor…” Yu Xian’s gaze grew cold as he gripped the map tightly.

For them to mass-distribute these fake maps so boldly, there must be at least a Nascent Soul expert backing them.

Without such power, how could they handle cultivators at the peak of the Core Formation realm who might show up?

No Nascent Soul cultivator would fall for this kind of clumsy trap, but naive Foundation cultivators? Plenty.

Yu Xian put the map away. One day, when his cultivation was high enough, he would personally destroy that den of evil.

With a wave of his hand, he destroyed the three manuals and several spell scrolls. He turned his attention to the Blood Banner.

It required massive amounts of blood to grow stronger. Without blood, it was garbage.

Shaking his head, Yu Xian caught it in his palm and summoned flames. The blood banner twisted and screeched as the blood demon inside howled in agony. After one incense stick’s time, it was burned clean—no more blood essence, no more demon.

The banner was now just a blank shell, possibly useful for crafting formation flags.

The blood knife and blood sword, despite appearances, were standard mid-grade fourth-tier weapons. They could be kept.

What needed destroying was destroyed. The rest he stored away—including four empty mid-grade storage bags, each worth decent spirit stones.

Yu Xian finished sorting and sat atop the Cloud Heron, heading toward the distant sky pillar in the horizon—it needed repairs.

Thankfully, with his excellent smithing skills, he could find fourth-tier materials like refined gold to repair or even reforge it into a fifth-tier spirit sword.

Stowing away the Green Spirit Sword and the Jade Divine Bracelet, Yu Xian let out a long breath.

With a wave of his hand, Kui Sanlang’s storage pouch flew into his palm. He turned back toward the mountain of corpses and flicked a finger.

A small fireball flew over.

Those dried corpses, over a hundred thousand of them, ignited like dry grass and quickly turned into a city-sized pyre.

In the light of the inferno, Yu Xian soared skyward, returning to Haotian Sect.

Hundreds of thousands of lives—reduced to ash and smoke.

He had only killed four of the seven evil cultivators himself—one more died by accident.

Still, they were all dead. That should count as a completed mission, right?

As for bringing back their heads… well, he might’ve hit a little too hard.

Sitting on the Cloud Heron’s back, Yu Xian’s heart remained heavy.

Even after witnessing three of the evil ones kill each other and personally killing the rest, he felt it wasn’t enough. Their deaths were too quick.

But they only had one life. Once dead, their sins vanished.

He could only hope the underworld, the wheel of reincarnation, and the eighteen hells truly existed—to make their souls suffer for eternity and pay for their crimes.

After some meditative breathing, Yu Xian calmed his thoughts and summoned one of the four storage bags he’d obtained.

Lan Ertu and his fellow cultists’ storage bags had been destroyed when the Sea-Suppressing Pearl struck.

Peering inside, he found around 300,000 mid-grade spirit stones, plus some high-quality third-tier artifacts and useless pills.

These rogue evil cultivators were truly poor.

As for evil techniques, Yu Xian didn’t even bother looking—he destroyed them immediately.

The other two pouches were similarly disappointing—60–70 thousand spirit stones between them.

But when he checked the fourth, his expression changed.

Inside was a mountain of wealth.

Roughly 800,000–900,000 lower-grade spirit stones, over 5,000 mid-grade stones, and several dozen high-grade spirit stones.

Kui Sanlang had a solid fortune—over a million in spirit stones alone.

There were three magic weapons:

A blood banner exuding a vicious aura, housing a powerful blood demon—likely a high-grade fourth-tier item.

A blood saber.

A blood sword—both mid-tier fourth-grade weapons.

A pile of pill bottles reeked of blood. One look, and Yu Xian’s expression darkened.

Inside each bottle was refined blood—clearly from mortals.

Each bottle required the life of at least 100 mortals, and there were dozens of bottles.

Yu Xian exhaled slowly and released all the blood into the air, destroying it completely.

He would never use mortal blood in alchemy. His conscience wouldn’t allow it.

Sell it? Never. As a disciple of Haotian Sect, if he were mistaken for a demonic cultivator, no explanation would clear his name.

At that moment, the Jade Divine Bracelet flew off his finger, splitting into dozens of rings that wrapped around the blood demon like twisted chains.

ROAR!

The blood demon struggled, but the bracelet held firm.

Ten breaths.

That’s how long the bracelet could restrain it before it risked breaking.

But that was enough.

Yu Xian rushed past the demon like an ancient beast, charging Kui Sanlang directly!

“What!? A high-grade fourth-tier restraining treasure!?”

Kui Sanlang panicked, quickly retreating and casting a hand seal.

“Blood Demon of Great Kui! Disperse and return!”

The demon shrieked and turned to blood mist, escaping the restraint and trying to recondense.

But Yu Xian had already crossed ten-plus meters, now just three meters away!

“Damn it! A body cultivator!!”

Yu Xian’s speed shattered Kui Sanlang’s calculations—he didn’t even have time to fly!

Before the blood demon could reform, Yu Xian was already swinging his sword.

Clang!

The Green Spirit Sword unsheathed. He didn’t use any sword arts—just brute force. Sword raised high, he brought it down!

With his strength and momentum, this slash was more powerful than any sword technique.

“AH! Dragon Roar Shield!”

Kui Sanlang screamed in terror. He activated his defensive shield—a yellow one with a coiled dragon etched on it.

At that moment, Yu Xian finally spoke. His killing intent, fury, and coldness all gathered into a single word:

“DIE!!”

The sword’s roar drowned out the dragon’s cry.

BOOM!!

The two collided. The shield trembled. The sword screeched. Both artifacts were pushed to their limits.

“BREAK!!”

Yu Xian roared. Spiritual energy surged into the blade. His arms bulged, strength increasing by another 30%.

CRACK!

The shield shattered. The Green Spirit Sword, though damaged, retained its deadly edge—cutting straight through Kui Sanlang.

“NO!!”

Kui Sanlang could do nothing. His eyes, filled with blood and disbelief, stared as the blade cleaved him from skull to groin.

ROAR!

The reforming blood demon burst like a popped blister—gone.

Kui Sanlang’s corpse fell apart—guts spilling onto the ground.

Yu Xian sheathed his sword, shook off the blood, and looked at the blade.

“Sorry for using you like a cleaver. I’ll fix you up later.”

The sword’s edge was chipped and damaged—after all, it had just shattered a top-tier artifact and still cleaved a man in two.

It had paid the price.