Chapter 33

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Chapter 33: Yu Youwei Returns

When the energy within him transformed into a liquid as clear as well water, Yi Qianmo realized he had taken a monumental step in his life.

From this moment forward, he was no longer an ordinary martial artist but a celestial being—an existence admired by countless people in Green Cloud City.

This liquid, resembling well water, was spiritual power—the foundation of the immortal world. Only by transforming true energy into spiritual power could one absorb it for further cultivation. This transformation marked a qualitative leap in power and potential.

Yi Qianmo raised his hand, and the sword at his waist flew out of its sheath, landing smoothly in his palm. As the spiritual power coursed through him, it seamlessly melded with the blade. Holding the sword, he felt an unprecedented connection, as though it had become an extension of his own body.

With a deep breath, Yi Qianmo activated the Sword Pill using his spiritual power. Instantly, his consciousness was drawn into a silvery-white space—a realm within the Sword Pill itself.

The space was vast and completely empty, yet it exuded an otherworldly serenity.

Yi Qianmo was neither disappointed nor surprised. From his ancestor’s fragmented memories, he understood that many treasures of the past had been destroyed before their final fall. The most valuable remnants—the life-affirming Sword Pill and the Great Sword Hidden—were now his.

The Sword Pill’s space had a unique function: it could store items. By attaching spiritual power to an object, one could transfer it directly into this mysterious realm.

With a thought, Yi Qianmo sent the black sword in his hand into the Sword Pill’s space. However, as soon as it entered, something unexpected occurred.

The black sword floated mid-air, its blade trembling violently. A suffocating smell of blood erupted from the weapon, and Yi Qianmo shuddered involuntarily.

The dark blade, shrouded in a blood curse, began to reveal its true form—a silver-white long sword forged from an unknown material. The aura it emanated was not that of a traditional sword spirit but a menacing and horrifying killing intent.

The bloodied aura condensed into countless shapes: beasts, monsters, and vengeful ghosts, each exuding a terrifying power. Even as a newly ascended immortal, Yi Qianmo could barely withstand their presence.

“Could these be the souls of the slain, trapped within the blade? What is the origin of this weapon?” Yi Qianmo murmured, his heart heavy with foreboding.

He recalled from his ancestor’s memories a legendary sword that enslaved the souls of its victims. This demonic weapon allowed its wielder to unleash these bound souls in battle—an abomination to righteous cultivators.

Unfazed, Yi Qianmo remained calm. The Sword Pill was a supreme treasure created by his ancestor, the Long Life Emperor. Any sword entering this space would either submit or be obliterated.

He had brought the black sword into the Sword Pill to uncover its mysteries and determine its value. However, he hadn’t anticipated such terrifying changes. The trapped souls’ sheer power could have annihilated him had they been unleashed outside.

Suddenly, the blood-stained souls within the sword disintegrated, leaving behind a mournful cry. The black sword fell silent, its terrifying aura dissipating, and reverted to its original form.

When Yi Qianmo retrieved the sword, he noticed a significant change. Though still cold to the touch, the blade now exuded a gentler presence—a stark contrast to its previous malevolence.

Meanwhile, at the Yu family estate…

“Damn that little beast! I underestimated him!” Yu Changqing, the head of the Yu family, slammed his fist on the table.

The fall of the Huang and Lei families should have been a cause for celebration. Yet, the Yu family found themselves in turmoil. Huang Xingchu, the surviving elder of the Huang family, had launched relentless attacks on them, leaving the Yu family in a constant state of fear and chaos.

The once-mighty Yu family could no longer leave the safety of their estate without risking death. The irony was bitter—despite their apparent strength, they now cowered in fear.

“Have there been any movements from the Yi family? Has Huang Xingchu sought refuge with them?” Yu Changqing demanded.

A man in black replied, “Huang Xingchu did attempt to attack the Yi family, but every attempt failed.”

“How is that possible? Are they all experts now?” Yu Changqing’s voice brimmed with disbelief.

“No, but ever since their victory against the two great families, the Yi family has gone into hiding,” the man explained. “Huang Xingchu ventured to their estate but fell into an ambush. The Yi family even returned the body of Huang Xingchu’s son to him.”

“Cunning cowards!” Yu Changqing hissed, his rage boiling over.

His frustration wasn’t directed at Yi Danian, the patriarch of the Yi family, but at Yi Qianmo—the young man who had orchestrated their rise. The once-dismissed son-in-law of the Yu family had turned the tables, leading the Yi family to unexpected prominence.

“Has the steward not returned yet?” Yu Changqing asked impatiently.

As if on cue, a voice echoed from outside. “Master, I have returned.”

Steward Yu entered, but he was alone. Yu Changqing’s brows furrowed. “Where is Youwei? Hasn’t she returned?”

“Miss Youwei has returned but hasn’t entered the city. She is at Green Dragon Mountain, accompanied by several Immortal Masters,” the steward explained.

Yu Changqing sighed in relief, though his frown deepened. “Why hasn’t she come back to handle the situation? What’s so urgent on Green Dragon Mountain?”

“Do not worry, Master. Miss sent an Immortal Master ahead to assist us,” the steward reassured him.

Before Yu Changqing could respond, a voice interrupted. “Is the head of the Yu family asking about me?”

A young man in green stepped into the room, carrying a severed head in one hand and a sword in the other. His handsome face was calm, though his presence radiated danger.

“My sister sent me ahead,” he said coldly, tossing the head onto the ground.

“Huang Xingchu!” Yu Changqing exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock.

The severed head belonged to the very man who had plagued the Yu family for weeks. Trembling, Yu Changqing stared at the head, unable to contain his relief and awe.

“Good. Very good!” he said, forcing a smile. “Take it away and feed it to the dogs!”

The young man’s gaze remained indifferent. “I heard that someone in Green Cloud City has dared to oppose the Yu family.”

Yu Changqing nodded quickly. “Yes, an ungrateful wretch who—”

The young man raised a hand, silencing him. “I don’t care who he is or what he’s done. Just tell me where he is, and I’ll take care of the rest.”