Chapter 39: I Descend to the Mortal World, My Determination as Sharp as a Blade

Wen Jieyuan carried himself with an air of superiority, domineering and imposing.

Su Yi swept his gaze across the courtyard, seeing that nothing had been damaged, and casually replied, "There were indeed some strange occurrences last night, but... what does it have to do with you?"

Wen Jieyuan furrowed his brows and chuckled, "Su Yi, you, a useless son-in-law, have only been in charge of the Xinghuang Medical Hall for a day, yet your temper has become so grand?"

The guards joined in with mocking laughter.

As members of the Wen family, who among them didn't know how pathetic and unworthy Su Yi was in the past year? They didn't even bother paying attention to him!

Wen Jieyuan's tone was disdainful as he continued, "Or perhaps you think that with Lingzhaotang's junior sister becoming a Grand Disciple, you, as her cheap husband, will also have a chance to rise?"

"Don't be afraid to tell you, I'm here to kill you, and Lingzhaotang's junior sister won't avenge you!"

Having said that, Wen Jieyuan's gaze towards Su Yi was filled with pity.

Su Yi's expression remained calm, and he suddenly spoke, "Do you know Wu Ruoqiu?"

Wen Jieyuan's gaze abruptly froze, and he asked, "You met that wandering Taoist last night?"

"Indeed, you and your father should have long been aware of the problems in this courtyard. If it were anyone else residing here last night, they would probably be dead by now."

Su Yi understood what was going on.

Wen Jieyuan fell silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, his eyes filled with a strange light. "Su Yi, you were supposed to die last night, but it's not too late now."

He raised his hand and with a cold, indifferent voice, commanded, "Kill him!"

"Yes!"

Around the courtyard, the men in black and the guards received the order and approached Su Yi from all sides. Their eyes were cold, and a murderous intent emanated from their brows.

"Apologies, Young Master!"

Clang!

A burly figure pulled out a short, icy iron dagger and forcefully stomped on the ground. His figure shot forward like an arrow, aiming to stab Su Yi in the back.

The short blade drew a straight and sharp trajectory.

As swift as lightning.

Su Yi remained motionless, and the scabbard in his hand struck backward suddenly.

Just when the short blade was about to pierce Su Yi's back, the man's chest was struck by the scabbard.

Crack!

Although it seemed like a casual strike, it carried an unparalleled force. The chest and skeletal bones of the burly man shattered and collapsed, causing him to scream in pain.

Before he could react, the scabbard suddenly lifted and fiercely smashed against his neck.

With a loud bang, this robust guard, who had reached the "Flesh Refinement" level of the Blood Moving Realm, was smashed to his knees. His neck broke, and his head drooped lifelessly, devoid of breath.

In an instant, the sword remained in its sheath, and Su Yi didn't even turn his head before killing the enemy behind him!

Everyone was shocked.

"This waste has actually regained his cultivation!"

On the side of the ancient well, Wen Jieyuan's face darkened.

A year ago, Su Yi, the former Outer Sect Sword Master of the Qinghe Sword Mansion, lost his cultivation and became a useless son-in-law of the Wen family. This was a well-known fact in Guangling City.

But now, with a wave of his hand, Su Yi killed a Blood Moving Realm expert!

"Attack together!"

The leader of the black-clad men spoke in a cold voice.

He was the captain of these guards, tall and agile, with gleaming brilliance in his eyes. Having immersed himself in the "Tendon Refinement" level for many years, he possessed vast combat experience.

As he spoke, he took the initiative, raising a three-foot-long bronze mace in his hand and striking down.

Swish!

The fierce gusts tore through the air, emitting a piercing and shrill howl.

The other seven guards, wielding axes, hammers, knives, and spears, launched their attacks simultaneously.

Just from the oppressive killing intent emanating from their bodies, one could tell that these guards were all ruthless characters with extensive experience in battle.

Surrounded by them, Su Yi, however, gazed at the sword in his hand and murmured softly:

"So be it, today I shall baptize you with the blood of these people."

As his voice echoed, a flash of sharpness emerged.

As dark as the night...

The ethereal and translucent black blade carried a faint purple glow, lifting up in the void. The sword resonated with a clear and melodious hum, as if it were a cry longing to feast on hot blood.

Its name was "Chen Feng," meaning "I enter the mortal world, sharpening my heart like a blade."

Clang!

The black-clad man swung his three-foot bronze mace, but it was intercepted by the Dust Edge sword. With a crisp sound, the bronze mace was cut in two, as if it were made of tofu.

The sword edge was too sharp and domineering!

With a single strike, the right hand of the black-clad man, holding the bronze mace, was severed. Blood spurted like a fountain from his severed wrist.

Hot and crimson.

He let out a muffled groan and staggered back in astonishment.

At that moment, he witnessed an extremely bloody scene—

Su Yi's robes fluttered, his hand gripping the long sword. With every step he took, he exuded an otherworldly aura, and in an instant, he unleashed six consecutive sword strikes.

Slash, stab, thrust, swipe, crush, cleave!

Each strike was swift as the wind, fierce as fire. In the midst of his unrestrained display, there was a sense of elusive speed, like fleeting lightning and fleeting radiance.

In that moment, Su Yi's figure seemed like a carefree wind soaring through the nine heavens.

Boom!

One guard had a bloody hole in his throat, his eyes wide open as he fell to the ground.

Plop!

Another guard's head was severed, flying into the air with a lingering look of terror on his face.

Then, a series of intense clashes and muffled sounds erupted. The remaining guards were either cleaved, their necks severed, or their chests slashed open...

The crimson blood sprayed like blooming fireworks, creating a tragic and bloody spectacle in the courtyard's empty space.

When Su Yi sheathed his sword and stood still,

Apart from the black-clad man and Wen Jieyuan on the side of the ancient well, everyone else lay dead on the ground, their blood forming rivers.

Everything came to an end in an instant.

Like thunder striking, only to return to silence!

Looking at Su Yi, his expression remained calm as before. He held the sword in his hand, standing casually, while droplets of residual blood from the night-colored blade fell to the ground.

Where he stood, seven bodies lay scattered in a pool of blood, a gruesome sight.

"What... what kind of swordsmanship is this?" The black-clad man's face turned pale, his mind dazed, his pupils filled with confusion, completely shaken.

Wen Jieyuan in the distance was also shocked, trembling all over, a mix of astonishment and anger, his face expressing disbelief.

"To nurture a sword with killing intent is ominous, to temper a sword with blood is malevolent. The highest strategy is to cultivate the sword with a virtuous heart. However, although the Dust Edge sword possesses a hint of spirituality, it is ultimately a mortal weapon, so it can withstand some malevolent qi," Su Yi glanced at the Dust Edge sword in his hand, then looked towards Wen Jieyuan in the distance, calmly saying, "Young master of the Wen family, why do you hesitate to step forward and fight?"

Wen Jieyuan felt a chill run down his spine.

He only had the cultivation of the Blood Mover stage in the Flesh Refinement realm, and he had been nurtured in luxury since childhood. How could he have experienced such a bloody scene? He was already frightened.

"Young master, run!"

Suddenly, the black-clad man not far away shouted sternly. He produced a strong crossbow in his hand and aimed it at Su Yi.

Swoosh!

An arrow shot out, as fast as lightning, with a bone-chilling edge.

Su Yi's figure slightly shifted, narrowly avoiding the arrow by a mere three inches from his neck. It struck the distant wall with a bang, creating a shower of stone fragments and leaving a deep hole in the wall.

The power of the arrow was formidable!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wen Jieyuan regained his senses and immediately rushed out of the courtyard.

The black-clad man held the crossbow, pulling the bowstring taut with his left hand and pressing the trigger.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The sharp whistling sound filled the air as a flurry of arrows shot towards Su Yi, dense like rain.

Su Yi didn't retreat but instead advanced, his figure flickering and maneuvering, seamlessly moving forward.

With his cultivation at the Blood Mover stage in the Sinew Refinement realm, he was swift as an arrow, agile like the wind, his body incredibly flexible.

Even though he walked beneath the rain of arrows, he appeared calm and composed, always evading the arrows that came rushing towards him at the last possible moment.

In just a few blinks of an eye, Su Yi had reached the black-clad man unscathed.

"Young master, your actions will only harm yourself!" The black-clad man shouted loudly. He had exhausted the arrows in his crossbow and faced Su Yi at such close proximity, revealing a look of despair.

Powerful!

Too powerful!

Even a character at the Sinew Refinement realm like him felt genuine fear and helplessness.

"Your loyalty to your master is commendable, so I will give you a quick death," Su Yi said, and in an instant, the Dust Edge sword in his hand flashed.

Plop!

The black-clad man's chest was pierced, his heart shattered.

Even at the moment of his death, he couldn't believe how ruthlessly and efficiently Su Yi had acted, seemingly unconcerned about the grave consequences of his actions.

With a thud, the black-clad man's figure collapsed limp into the pool of blood.

Su Yi's gaze had already shifted to another direction.

Wen Jieyuan had escaped to the courtyard gate, panicking like a cornered dog.

There was no way Su Yi would let him get away.

He flicked his toe, and a short knife flipped up from the ground and fell into his palm.

Then, with a sudden burst of force from his arm, he threw the knife.

Swish!

The short knife flew through the air like an arrow, swift as thunder, and ruthlessly embedded itself into Wen Jieyuan's back.

The tremendous impact sent his body crashing into the courtyard gate, and he slumped to the ground, his vision filled with stars.

The excruciating pain coursing through his body and the fear in his heart threatened to drive Wen Jieyuan to the brink of collapse.

"If only I hadn't let them lock the gate..." he muttered, filled with regret.

Wen Jieyuan's face was filled with despair.

But just at that moment--

The courtyard gate swung open from the outside, and a group of figures appeared in the courtyard.

The person leading them stood tall and imposing, dressed in military armor, and when his eyes opened and closed, they were like flickering cold electric currents.

It was Nie Beihu, the commander of the mansion's guards.

"Commander Nie, save me!"

The previously desperate Wen Jieyuan was now filled with excitement and joy. He called for help loudly, grasping at a straw like a drowning man.

"This..."

Nie Beihu scanned the courtyard with his gaze, shocked by the sight of the corpses and blood all over the ground. His face turned pale, and he took in a sharp breath.

Beside Nie Beihu were Huang Qianjun and a group of mansion guards, who also witnessed the bloody scene and were equally shocked, their bodies tense.

Then, all eyes fell on Su Yi, standing alone in the courtyard, holding a long sword, causing their hearts to be unable to calm down.

Who couldn't see that all of this was the work of Su Yi?

"Commander Nie, quickly, arrest this wicked thief Su Yi! He went on a rampage, killing all my attendants and wanting to kill me too!"

Wen Jieyuan shouted anxiously, his face full of resentment and excitement.

A few days ago, he was also present at the birthday banquet of the old lady of the Wen family, where he witnessed Nie Beihu and City Lord Fu Shan attending the banquet together.

This made him subconsciously believe that since Nie Beihu was friendly with the Wen family, he would surely support him.

But the scene that followed left Wen Jieyuan dumbfounded.

Nie Beihu's expression suddenly became composed, and he bowed to Su Yi, saying, "Commander Nie arrived late and hopes that Young Master Su will forgive him."

"Commander Nie, you... what are you..."

Wen Jieyuan was struck dumb, his eyes wide open, his expression blank. He was so shocked that he couldn't even speak.

Nie Beihu's face remained indifferent, completely ignoring him, and his gaze only fell upon Su Yi, showing great respect.

Su Yi's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he shifted his gaze to Huang Qianjun and asked, "Did you invite Commander Nie here?"

Huang Qianjun's body stiffened, hearing the displeasure in Su Yi's tone, and a layer of sweat formed on his forehead.

He had originally planned to explain, but in the end, he lowered his head and said bitterly, "Yes."