Chapter 65: A Sword's Cold Light Over Fourteen Provinces

  "Yi Dage, is it useful to let them spread this news?" Li Yingqiong looked at Liu Dabiao and others who were leaving in a fluster like a bereaved dog, and asked in puzzlement.

  Yi Chu turned his head, stretched out his hand and gently patted Li Yingqiong's shoulder, saying: "It doesn't have much use, those Jianghu people may still take us as their target, but the beautiful dream of the remaining Yuan family will soon come to an end! If they want to use such a low-level trick to deal with us, then let them taste the consequences brought by this trick first."

  Li Yingqiong nodded seemingly understanding yet asked worriedly: "Yi Ge, what should we do now?"

  "Of course, I'm moving forward. I'd like to see what kind of characters your 'Ascending Immortal' title will attract!" Yi Chu's words carried a hint of arrogance, and at this point, he was no longer the low-ranking soldier who had just retired from the army. After experiencing the bloody battle in Minyang Mountain, he not only became a top-notch eighth-grade strongman but also possessed several powerful artifacts that could turn the tide of battle in his favor.

  Against the Xianmen disciples, Yi Chu had no confidence, but against a Jianghu figure, Yi Chu was very confident. Mo Hun Jin Zhen and Po Xue Zhu, each one could send a top-notch Jianghu figure of the 9th rank to the Yellow Springs Road.

  "Yi Dage, if it really can't be helped, then just hand over the Dengxian brand to them." Li Yingqiong said softly after a moment of hesitation.

  "Alright, you don't have to worry about these things anymore. From here to Huàntiān Mountain is a journey of 1,500 miles, and we'll arrive at Huàntiān Mountain in half a month." As he spoke, Yì Chǔ pulled Zhuī Diǎn along, continuing on their way forward.

  The next day, Yi Chu and Li Yingqiong arrived at a small town. Before they even entered the city, a young man wearing a white tight-fitting shirt came up to them with a smile on his face, looking at Yi Chu and Li Yingqiong and said: "May I ask if you are Brother and Sister Li Yingqiong? My master has been waiting for a long time. Please come in."

  Although it was said to be an invitation, the tone and demeanor of the young man were accompanied by a kind of overbearingness that brooked no refusal. After the young man spoke out the word "please", eighteen young men with long swords on their backs walked out simultaneously, and a killing intent was transmitted directly from their bodies.

  He gently patted Li Yingqiong's hand and smiled faintly at the young man, saying, "Lead the way ahead."

  The young man who was speaking saw Yi Chu's calmness and couldn't help but be secretly shocked, but thinking of his own sect's strength, this shock instantly disappeared without a trace.

  "Haha, Brother Li is really straightforward, please." The young man obviously took Yi Chu as Li Yinglin, but Yi Chu didn't correct him.

  The streets of the entire town were empty, as if these people had already made preparations. Outside the wine tower in the center of the town, hundreds of men in white clothes surrounded it, and pairs of complex eyes locked onto Yichu at the same time.

  "Brother Li, our family head is just upstairs, please." The young man spoke as he took the lead and walked up the stairs, without any intention of inviting Yi Churen to go up first.

  Yi Chu's face still wore a smile as he gently pulled Li Yingqiong along, walking slowly up to the wine building.

  On the rooftop, a man in white stood proudly, with sword intent swirling around him. Although he had his back to Yi Chu, when Yi Chu ascended the roof, that sword intent pressed straight towards Yi Chu!

  He's trying to give himself a psychological boost! Feeling the preemptive strike from this white-clothed man with only a 7th-grade cultivation, Yi Chul smiled coldly and didn't bother to respond, walking straight towards the table where the white-clothed man was sitting.

  "I have a habit, I don't like sitting with strangers. You young people, your courage is not small, but you are not qualified to sit with me yet. The food has been prepared for you over there, you can eat slowly later." A cold and arrogant voice came out of that person's mouth.

  The young man who had just arrived smiled and stretched out his hand towards Yì Chǔ and the other person: "Your seats are over there, please."

  In a corner, a hundred feet away from the central table, there was another table. On this table lay a gigantic plate that shone brightly under the light, giving off a dazzling golden glow. This was a pure gold plate.

  Inside the plate, colorful gems and agate piled up like a small mountain. If ordinary people see so much gold and silver, they will probably be stunned.

  "Young man, I'm sure you understand the purpose of my visit. The Dengxian badge is a divine object, not something that someone like you can enjoy. Now, as long as you hand over the Dengxian badge, these riches will be yours." The cold voice was filled with an obvious sense of superiority, as if he was bestowing charity upon a poor beggar.

  Yi Chulra pulled Li Yingqiong to sit slowly beside the table, glanced at the golden plate and asked: "What if I don't agree?"

  "Then I will bury this gold together. As a person, I have always been true to my words and actions, and the money spent is not worth recovering. I believe you will agree." The white figure did not turn his head, but his tone was full of confidence.

  "Haha, you're really confident, that's good. I'll take this thing then. As for you and your people, you can leave now." Yi Chu's voice suddenly changed, saying proudly.

  "A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Young man, if you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish. However, before you die, let me give you a sentence: A person's life is predetermined, when the time comes it will come, and when it doesn't, don't force it! Otherwise, if you can't measure your own weight, you'll lose your life!" As the man in white spoke, his palm lightly patted down.

  Dozens of sword tips, simultaneously rushed towards Yi Chu, a flash of cold light between each one, just like a cold star, rushing to kill Yi Chu!

  Yi Chu didn't move, these sword lights were fast, but for someone with 8th rank cultivation and mastery of the Splitting Light Shadow Sword Technique like Yi Chu, they were still too slow. Just as those long swords were about to reach Yi Chu's side, the long sword in Yi Chu's hand suddenly moved!

  A cold gleam flashes, one sword's chill light covers fourteen provinces!

  Blood flowed like a river, dripping onto the wine building above. In an instant, he killed more than a dozen white-robed disciples and then, like a phantom, Yi Chu appeared behind the white-robed man who was facing away from him. With his long sword swinging, several rays of sword light fiercely slashed towards the white-robed man.

  The man in white had not expected Yichu to arrive so quickly, his snow-white long sword constantly waving, rapidly parrying Yichu's attacks, but his cultivation was too low, and his speed was no match for Yichu.

  The sword's edge is like a firework, disappearing instantly in its dazzling brilliance.

  After the fireworks were over, a middle-aged man with a resolute face had a faint blood stain on his heart, and his eyes were wide open, filled with unwillingness.

  "Never thought I, Bai Wuxue, would die at your hands!"

  "Take back what you just said! If it's meant to be, it will happen. If not, don't force it. Otherwise, that would be fatal!"