Chapter 88: Swift Elimination and a Bucket of Dirty Water
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“What!?”
The peak Qi Condensation cultivator turned pale in shock.
He never expected this seemingly humble middle-aged man to be hiding his true strength.
He was also at the peak of Qi Condensation, and a sword cultivator at that!
But so what if he was also at the peak?
He was also at that level!
Moreover, he had just snatched a powerful treasure he’d long coveted but could never afford — a top-tier third-grade magic weapon!
Snarling with renewed confidence, he roared, “No wonder you dared act so arrogant! But what of it!? Today I’ll kill you with my treasure!”
With a sweep of his hand, three orange bells flew into the air, rapidly enlarging to the size of human heads.
With a single ring, a piercing chime rang out like sharpened needles stabbing directly into Yu Xian’s mind.
This was a soundwave-type weapon — known for being among the fastest forms of attack.
The moment it was activated, its effects reached the target instantly.
A typical peak Qi Condensation cultivator would have their mind scrambled by the noise, spellcasting disrupted, and fall into a helpless state — perhaps even death.
But to Yu Xian, the sound only caused a mild headache — like being rudely shaken awake from deep sleep.
His Five-Treasure Silver Dragon Armor, a top-tier fourth-grade defensive artifact, wasn’t specialized in sound defense, but it was still strong enough that even a partial shield against a third-grade attack was sufficient.
The spiritual energy in Yu Xian’s body slowed slightly, and the Jade Spirit Sword wavered for a brief moment — but that was all.
With a whistle, the sword flew forward like a shooting star — aimed directly at the peak Qi Condensation cultivator!
“How can this be!?”
The man’s expression twisted with fear.
He had used this weapon to rob multiple peak Qi Condensation cultivators — even killed two — and yet it had no effect here!?
This completely broke his expectations!
Panicked, he roared and summoned a bronze heart-protection mirror, a lower-tier third-grade defensive treasure, trying to block the Jade Spirit Sword.
The tip of the sword struck the mirror with a shrill grinding sound — and pierced right through it, continuing forward without pause, slamming into his forehead.
“Why… how…”
That was his final thought as the sword passed clean through his skull, exiting from the back of his head in a spray of blood and brain matter, yet not a single stain touched the sword.
With fingers pressed together, Yu Xian activated the Jade Spirit Sword Art, instantly killing the peak-stage cultivator. Then the sword shimmered and turned, slashing toward the two late-stage cultivators.
“Master is dead! Master is dead!”
“He—he’s a sword cultivator!!”
“Run! He must be from the Tianyuan Sword Sect!”
“He must be one of their disciples in disguise! We’re finished!”
With their master dead, the disciples immediately lost all courage.
They had followed him and plundered many treasures in the chaos, thinking this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to strike it rich.
But they had picked the worst possible target.
What could they do now?
Run!
Yu Xian’s eyes gleamed coldly. One hand controlled the Jade Spirit Sword as it pursued the two late-stage cultivators, while the other hand cast spell after spell, unleashing blazing fire serpents that surged after the others.
If he was going to cut the grass, he would also dig out the roots — not a single one would escape!
Slash!
Boom!
The two late-stage cultivators were pierced through the chest in mere seconds — killed instantly.
The eight mid-stage disciples fled in terror, but how could they outrun Yu Xian’s fire serpents?
One after another, the snakes caught them, drilled through their torsos, and exploded — killing them the same way.
Yu Xian stepped forward and picked up the storage bags from the peak-stage and two late-stage cultivators.
As for the others, they had no storage bags — only trash-tier magic weapons — not worth his attention.
Leading the Cloud Heron, he quickly moved to a new location.
The battle here had ended too swiftly, and the surrounding cultivators, still busy fighting over spirit beasts, only heard someone yelling about a disciple of the Tianyuan Sword Sect and saw a field of corpses when they turned around.
Seeing this, Yu Xian headed toward the outskirts — the fewer the people, the fewer the problems.
Even though the whole city was in chaos, the outer edges were relatively quieter.
Still, the oppressive aura of peak Qi Condensation rolling off Yu Xian served as a powerful deterrent.
He’d realized something important:
If he wanted to avoid trouble, he couldn’t hide his cultivation — he needed to reveal it!
Concealing his strength only invited trouble from those who thought they could overpower him.
But showing he was at the peak of Qi Condensation meant that anyone picking a fight with him would have to be confident they could win without taking damage — and few could do that.
So, as he walked with the Cloud Heron, cultivators would instinctively move away, not wanting to share space with a potential threat.
After all, who knew if this powerful cultivator might suddenly attack and rob them?
Yu Xian ignored them all, finally arriving at the southern wall of the city.
Looking up, he saw several Foundation Establishment sword cultivators floating above the city gates, their presence sealing off escape. Anyone attempting to flee would be killed instantly.
Yu Xian stood quietly in a corner, calmly watching the battle.
The Lu Family’s great defensive formation trembled under Liu Jinyun’s relentless twin swords. No one knew how long it could last.
Yu Xian’s gaze remained calm and distant.
But then —
Shouting!
Wind howled!
Spells clashed!
A loud voice rang out:
“Where are you going!?”
“Hahaha! Trying to run now!?”
“The Lu Clan is finished! And so are you! Hand over your stuff!”
“Fool! Blocked outside the inner city’s formation, huh? Even if you’re a Lu Clan member, you’re dead meat out here!”
“Hahaha! Lu Clan!? You’ve been arrogant for too long! Did you think the Tianyuan Sword Sect wouldn’t destroy you? When I found that ancient treasure, you tricked me, underpaid me, and almost killed me when I demanded it back! The Lu Clan deserves to die!”
Yu Xian turned and saw a group of people flying rapidly toward him!
He frowned and glanced northward.
Leading the chase… was someone he recognized.
Lu Mian.
The same man who had sold him the Cloud Heron earlier.
Yu Xian had a faint sense of goodwill toward Lu Mian — mostly because the man had conducted business honestly, without cheating.
Selling a second-grade flying beast like the Cloud Heron for 7,000 spirit stones was actually quite fair.
But business was just business.
He paid, Lu Mian delivered. Their karmic tie ended there.
So now, with Lu Mian being hunted, it had nothing to do with him.
Even that trace of goodwill wasn’t worth putting himself in danger.
Besides, both Lu Mian and the pursuers were all peak Qi Condensation experts — not easy opponents.
Yu Xian turned, preparing to leave.
But…
Since he could see them — they could also see him.
Lu Mian’s eyes lit up with a flicker of hope as he shouted,
“Brother! It’s you!? Please save me!”
His voice reached the ears of the thirteen pursuers, who immediately turned to look at Yu Xian.
Noticing his peak cultivation, they warned:
“Fellow cultivator! Stay out of this if you value your life! We’re only after Lu Clan members!”
Yu Xian’s gaze turned cold.
He raised his voice and said clearly,
“Don’t worry, fellow cultivators. I have nothing to do with him. He’s just speaking nonsense.”
This man was ridiculous.
Just because he’d been polite in business, now he thought they were somehow friends?
Did he think he could drag Yu Xian into his troubles?
Not a chance.
The thirteen cultivators smirked coldly.
Lu Mian’s face turned pale, his expression twisting from brief disappointment to bitter rage.
Such is human nature.
When someone you ask for help refuses, you sometimes end up hating them more than your enemies.
And Lu Mian… was no different.
He roared,
“You bastard! Pretending not to know me!? The beast pouch is with you! And now you pretend we’re strangers!?”
“The beast pouch is with him?”
“Really?”
“Hmm…”
“Ignore him — he’s trying to confuse us! He wants us to chase the wrong person. Kill him first!”
“Agreed!”
But the thirteen cultivators weren’t fools.
Only an idiot would fall for such a trick in this situation.
Yu Xian’s eyes narrowed with killing intent. He raised his voice again:
“Fellow cultivators, you are wise! I don’t know this man. He’s merely trying to confuse you! Kill him as you please. I’ll be on my way.”
With that, he turned and quickly led the Cloud Heron away.
Lu Mian’s face twisted into madness. He shouted after him:
“You coward! Take the beast pouch and run! Take this one too! Bring it back to the inner city!”
As he yelled, he pulled out a storage pouch and hurled it toward Yu Xian like a meteor!
It was entirely purple, covered in strange symbols and glowing runes.
A Beast Pouch — rarer and more valuable than even top-grade storage bags.
Capable of holding living creatures alive for over a month.
It sailed straight toward Yu Xian — a poisonous trap wrapped in a gift.
