Chapter 89

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Chapter 89: A Swift Kill With a Sword

“Li Feng, you must not speak falsely!”

Guan Shanqing’s voice trembled, his body tense with anxiety.

If his storage bag was truly confiscated, losing thirty percent of his catch would make his entry into Tianyuan Academy nearly impossible. With only ten spots available, these eight cultivators, who were robbing everyone, could secure the top eight places effortlessly. The remaining candidates, himself included, would be left fighting for the last two slots.

Having spent most of his time fleeing instead of hunting, Guan Shanqing lacked the confidence to compete. If he failed to gain admission to Tianyuan Academy, his family would remain vulnerable to the looming threat of that small sect.

“Guan Shanqing, we treated you sincerely, yet you dare to deceive us?”

The leader of the cultivators stepped forward, his tone accusatory.

Guan Shanqing, poor at lying, turned red and stammered, “I… I didn’t lie. He… he’s lying!”

“Then let us search you. If there’s no storage bag, we’ll even return what we’ve taken from you,” the leader proposed, his words laced with mockery.

Li Feng smirked. “Hand over the storage bag. Otherwise, you won’t get through here.”

Guan Shanqing’s hesitation betrayed him. The storage bag, a treasured family heirloom, was difficult to give up. But the pressure mounted—without it, entering Tianyuan Academy would become a distant dream.

The leader sensed his hesitation. “We’ll make a deal,” he offered. “Give us the bag, and we’ll share some of our catch to guarantee your place in the academy.”

Guan Shanqing faltered, clutching the bag tightly. Just as he resolved to hand it over, a figure darted past, snatching the bag from his hands.

“Return it!” the leader roared, his face darkening.

The culprit was none other than Yi Qianmo. Holding the bag, he met their glares with icy calm.

“What did you just call me?” Yi Qianmo asked, his voice cold and steady.

“I called you a little beast! Now hand it over!” the leader spat, gesturing for his comrades to surround Yi Qianmo.

Ignoring their threats, Yi Qianmo turned to Guan Shanqing. “Keep this bag safe. Don’t give it to anyone. I’ll ensure you get into Tianyuan Academy.”

The surrounding cultivators burst into laughter.

“You can’t even protect yourself, and you think you can help him? What a joke!” one of them sneered.

Guan Shanqing tugged at Yi Qianmo’s sleeve, urging him to retreat. Though Yi Qianmo’s strength was undeniable, he had been gravely injured just days prior.

Yet Yi Qianmo remained unshaken. “I don’t want just to pass—I aim for first place. These people stand in the way of that, and I won’t let it slide.”

Xu Zhou, watching from a distance, chimed in mockingly, “Be careful. He’s stronger than he looks. He killed one of my fellow apprentices in the mountains—ruthlessly so.”

The leader scoffed. “Third-level Qi Refining Stage? Trying to act tough? Kill him!”

Two eighth-level cultivators lunged at Yi Qianmo, their oppressive spiritual power pressing down on everyone nearby.

“Clang! Clang!”

The sound of metal striking metal echoed as the two cultivators were forced back by a single sword strike.

A terrifying surge of spiritual energy erupted from Yi Qianmo. His power didn’t just match theirs—it surpassed it.

Holding his Repel Evil Sword, Yi Qianmo’s voice cut through the tension. “I don’t want to kill anyone, but if you force me, I won’t hesitate to take lives.”

The oppressive spirit pressure made the onlookers pale. Even the two ninth-level cultivators frowned.

“This… this isn’t the third level of the Qi Refining Stage! It’s the sixth!” one of them exclaimed.

Xu Zhou and Li Feng stared in disbelief. “How is this possible? Just days ago, he was only at the third level!”

Guan Shanqing, equally stunned, muttered to himself, “No… this can’t be real.”

The leader of the cultivators, now wary, drew his sword. Charging at Yi Qianmo, he shouted, “Let’s see how strong you really are!”

Yi Qianmo stepped forward, his spiritual power surging. “Wind is gentle, thunder is loud!”

The clash that followed sent shockwaves rippling through the air, knocking down nearby cultivators.

When the dust settled, the two combatants stood back-to-back, motionless.

The silence was deafening. Had the fight ended?

Then, with a sickening thud, a head rolled to the ground.

The leader’s body crumpled as a spray of blood erupted. The onlookers gasped, their faces pale with fear.

Yi Qianmo, unscathed, stood tall, his sword gleaming ominously in the sunlight.