BXBX NOVEL Chapter 101
Unlike before, now under everyone’s gaze, no one harbored malice. This was the power the spiritual swords had carved out!
But soon, Ji Xiaofu halted, to everyone’s surprise. The three spiritual swords, previously floating, suddenly moved, shooting forward in a line, shining brightly, trembling incessantly!
Even when nearly a hundred Demon Sect experts appeared, the spiritual swords hadn’t shown such a reaction. Ji Xiaofu’s heart trembled, sensing the swords’ agitation.
A voice filled with admiration sounded: “Truly peerless spiritual swords, their spiritual abilities are rare in the world.”
The words were faint, as if from the horizon, but in the next instant, they were right before them. The crowd was horrified, seeing a sinister figure standing in the distant sky, like the center of the world, drawing countless gazes.
The man’s face was broad and long, with a high, wide forehead and a prominent chin, giving a majestic impression. For some reason, even without revealing his identity, a name inexplicably surfaced in everyone’s mind, as if their will was manipulated.
“Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian!!”
Everyone’s eyes bulged, hearts racing uncontrollably, blood flowing backward. Some weaker individuals bled from their orifices, dying on the spot, not by the man’s intent, but by the overwhelming aura they couldn’t withstand.
Everything became clear. Who could command countless Demon Sect experts? They had thought Shi Zhixuan had broken through to the Land Immortal realm to unite the Demon Sect. But now it was clear, it was this two-hundred-year-old Evil Emperor who saw the Demon Sect experts as ants, driving them.
A Land Immortal! A Land Immortal had arrived!! The crowd retreated as if seeing a ghost. Land Immortals were terrifying beings, standing atop the martial world, each a prodigy with a lifespan of five hundred years, watching the rise and fall of the mortal world.
Their lives unending, always at their peak. Thus, they were called Land Immortals. Song Yuanqiao’s heart pounded, his Yin-Yang Wuji skill barely calming him. He recalled his master’s evaluation of Xiang Yutian, calling him the most sinister of the sinister, disregarding even his own Demon Sect.
A century ago, he nearly destroyed the Demon Sect. Now reemerging, watching the Demon Sect experts slaughtered by spiritual swords, his intentions were unfathomable. Song Yuanqiao couldn’t help but exclaim: “Rumor had it the Evil Emperor was gravely injured by a formidable enemy a century ago, pouring his power into the Evil Emperor Relic before dying. But it was merely a golden cicada shedding its shell, hiding for a century. Truly worthy of the Evil Emperor’s name!”
Xiang Yutian glanced over, and Song Yuanqiao felt as if struck by lightning, his head about to explode. “Wudang is well-informed. I’ve hidden for so long, yet someone remembers me.”
He touched the talisman in his hand, but before he could act, the spiritual swords beside Ji Xiaofu trembled, severing the wave entirely. In an instant, the three spiritual swords vibrated, constructing a sword domain, separating Xiang Yutian from the others. Only then did they feel normal, able to move freely, even the Heaven-Man experts.
The world often spoke of a chasm between Heaven-Man and Land Immortal, but they hadn’t experienced it firsthand. Seeing Xiang Yutian today, they realized Heaven-Man was no different from chickens, dogs, cattle, and sheep before a Land Immortal.
Ji Xiaofu’s face showed hatred, realizing the man before her was the mastermind. “The mighty Evil Emperor, eyeing my little Emei’s Heaven-Reliant Sword. Should I feel honored?”
Ji Xiaofu was fearless, mocking freely. Xiang Yutian’s expression remained unchanged, not angered, merely stating facts. “A century ago, I lost something. Naturally, I must reclaim it. As for your Emei, it’s just bad luck…”
The crowd was in an uproar. This nearly confirmed the Heaven-Reliant Sword’s connection to Yang Gong’s treasure. The Evil Emperor had lost the Evil Emperor Relic, stored in Yang Gong’s treasure. Now he sought to reclaim it, to return to his peak or even further, naturally taking action.
What they didn’t know was a century ago, Xiang Yutian had only sent Demon Sect experts to Emei, not acting himself. Unexpectedly, they failed, prompting his personal arrival. As for watching Shi Zhixuan and others perish without action, it could only be said: what did the death of ants matter to him?
He never cared. His goal was near, Shi Zhixuan and others’ lives depended on his mood. His mood was bad, so he didn’t save them. Seeing Xiang Yutian’s indifference, treating countless Emei lives as ants, Ji Xiaofu couldn’t help but curse in anger.
But Xiang Yutian didn’t care, treating all beings as pigs and dogs, only caring for himself. Xiang Yutian focused intently on the three spiritual swords before him. He sensed a martial will attached to them, similar to the Buddhist monks’ thoughts, but far superior. He had similar means but admitted inferiority to the person before him.
Wudang’s Little Immortal was indeed a peerless opponent. Even someone as proud as Xiang Yutian had to admit, this Wudang Little Immortal was a world-shaking prodigy, but he is not yet a Land Immortal yet possessing such power, truly terrifying.
In all of history, few could compare.
Given time, upon ascending to the Land Immortal realm, he’d be among the top in the world. “Do you truly wish to stop me?” Xiang Yutian addressed the spiritual swords calmly. He knew Ning Changge could sense his presence.
Simultaneously, on Tianzhu Peak, in the Sutra Pavilion, Ning Changge, holding a Daoist scripture, awoke from his slumber, gazing skyward, as if meeting Xiang Yutian’s gaze across countless distances.
“Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian?” His lips curled slightly, his gaze returning to the scripture, showing no emotion, only deep interest. Truthfully, this was his first encounter with a Land Immortal. Though he wasn’t present, he had invested part of his spiritual consciousness in the three spiritual swords. It was enough.
Perhaps there would be unexpected gains. He looked forward to the Land Immortal. On Emei Mountain, as Xiang Yutian’s words fell, everyone looked uncertainly at the three spiritual swords aligned against the Evil Emperor, shocked: “Could it be… the Little Immortal is here too?”
As they speculated, the three spiritual swords suddenly shone brightly, unparalleled sharpness rising, the sound of ten thousand swords resounding on Emei Mountain.
Then, they saw, among the spiritual swords, a young Daoist in black and white robes suddenly turn.
He glanced at Xiang Yutian. While Ji Xiaofu bowed respectfully, The crowd was in an uproar.
Looking closely, the spiritual swords were still swords, no young Daoist appeared. Xiang Yutian’s previously calm expression finally showed anger, his voice turning icy, seemingly provoked by Ning Changge’s attitude.
“Very well!” “I suppose the Heaven-Reliant Sword is with you. Keep it for me. Today, I’ll destroy your spiritual swords, then visit Wudang to test the Little Immortal’s mettle!”
To ascend to the Land Immortal realm, one must be proud. Even acknowledging Ning Changge as an equal, before the battle, his confidence was unparalleled.
Moreover, Ning Changge was only present through the spiritual swords.
Xiang Yutian was somewhat angry, feeling that after a century of seclusion, he was underestimated by a newcomer. Ning Changge’s gaze made him uncomfortable, a gaze he usually directed at others.
Buzz!! A series of invisible roars echoed across Emei Mountain, earth-shaking waves rising from Xiang Yutian, causing the entire mountain to tremble! Heaven-Man experts could mobilize the world’s momentum, capable of withstanding thousands of troops.
A Land Immortal was even more so! Resonating with the world, limitless, the power of heaven and earth augmenting them, capable of severing rivers and shattering mountains with a gesture. Xiang Yutian merely stepped, unleashing overwhelming might.
The sky’s clouds rolled back, the howling wind ceased, all eyes instinctively focused on Xiang Yutian. At this moment, the Evil Emperor was the center of the world, demanding attention.
“Let’s see your confidence.” As the Evil Emperor’s words fell, the three spiritual swords before Ji Xiaofu trembled violently! The Chixiao Sword became a vermilion bird of divine fire! The Golden Edge Sword became a white tiger of boundless slaughter! The Qingyuan Sword became a green dragon of life and death!
The three spirits appeared on Emei Mountain, three beams of light piercing the sky, scattering the rolling clouds, like three great rifts in the heavens. Such might was far more terrifying than when they slew the Demon Sect experts!
The crowd retreated repeatedly, fearing involvement, their eyes filled with both horror and anticipation. Who was stronger, Wudang’s Little Immortal or the Evil Emperor who had dominated the Great Sui for two hundred years?