The moonlight was bright and hazy, resembling mist, while the mountains were filled with a pervasive stench of blood, and the traces of battle could be seen everywhere.
However, at this moment, apart from him, the other four Martial Ancestors had all met their demise.
This filled Situ Palace's heart with indescribable sorrow, and he stood there with an expressionless face, as if mourning the dead.
After a moment of silence, Situ Palace spoke, "To be honest, each of us offered a top-grade spiritual herb in order to obtain information about your whereabouts from the Ten Directions Pavilion."
"You may leave," Su Yi said casually, retracting his Xuanwu Sword.
Situ Palace couldn't believe it and asked, "Why didn't Lord Su kill me?"
Su Yi pondered for a moment and replied, "You came to seize opportunities, but you did not intend to harm my life. Your crimes do not warrant death, so punishment will suffice."
Situ Palace was stunned, his expression complex. "So that's it... Thank you, Lord Su, for sparing my life."
Having said that, he turned around and walked away, his figure desolate.
"Remember, you owe me a life," Su Yi's voice reached Situ Palace from a distance.
Situ Palace stopped in his tracks, took a deep breath, and said, "I, Situ, will never forget!"
Soon, Situ Palace's figure disappeared into the vast night.
"Qingwan, go collect the spoils of war," Su Yi tapped the Soul-nurturing Gourd hanging from his waist.
Amidst a swirl of smoke, Qingwan appeared out of thin air, received her orders, and went off to fulfill them.
Meanwhile, Su Yi took out a bamboo chair and reclined in it, completely relaxing his body.
"This battle, I'm afraid those little bastards have been watching again," he gazed towards the depths of the sky, feeling certain that there must be Swiftlight Sparrows nurtured by the Ten Directions Pavilion in that place.
The night was deep.
The Cloud Ripple Sect had long been reduced to ruins.
Wen Zhongyuan and the others watched from afar, their souls in a state of loss.
The previous battle was like a clash between immortals!
Four Martial Ancestors met their demise, and the one who killed them was a young teenager!
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't dare believe any of it.
Before long, Qingwan returned after collecting the spoils of war.
Aside from the spiritual weapons each of the four Martial Ancestors possessed, as well as the medicinal pills for healing and cultivation, what caught Su Yi's attention the most were the forty pieces of fourth-grade spiritual stones.
These spiritual stones had different colors, each containing different attributes of spiritual energy, such as Wood Qi, Fire Qi, and Metal Qi.
This was the precious aspect of fourth-grade spiritual stones.
First to third-grade spiritual stones contained ordinary spiritual energy, differing only in the purity of the energy.
Starting from the fourth-grade, the spiritual energy contained within the stones possessed mysterious attribute qualities, greatly benefiting the tempering of innate qi.
Within the Great Zhou Empire, the value of fourth-grade spiritual stones was already like treasures. Even Martial Ancestor-level figures were reluctant to use them for cultivation.
Usually, they would only be utilized as breakthrough resources when advancing to a higher realm.
It could be said that the forty fourth-grade spiritual stones obtained now were a tremendous wealth for Su Yi.
After storing away these spoils of war, Su Yi stood up and decided to continue on his journey.
The moonlight shone pure and misty, enveloping the mountain range in a bloody atmosphere, with traces of battle remnants visible everywhere.
At this moment, apart from him, the other four Martial Ancestor-level experts had all met with misfortune.
This filled Situ Palace with an indescribable sense of sorrow, his expression lifeless and desolate.
After a moment of silence, Situ Palace said, "To be honest, each of us brought out a Grade Five Spirit Medicine and only learned about your whereabouts from Tenfang Pavilion."
"You may leave," Su Yi said casually, sheathing his Xuanwu Sword.
Situ Palace couldn't believe it and asked, "Why didn't Young Master Su kill me?"
Su Yi pondered for a moment and said, "You came to seize opportunities and pose no threat to my life. Your crime does not warrant death, but punishment will be meted out."
Situ Palace was dumbfounded, his expression complex. "So that's how it is... I am grateful for Young Master's mercy."
Having said that, he turned around and left with a lonely figure.
"Remember, you owe me a life," Su Yi's voice reached Situ Palace from afar.
He halted in his tracks, took a deep breath, and said, "I will never forget!"
Soon, Situ Palace's figure disappeared into the vast night.
"Qing Wan, collect the spoils."
Su Yi patted the Soul Nurturing Gourd at his waist.
In a swirl of smoke, Qing Wan appeared out of thin air and went to carry out the order.
Meanwhile, Su Yi took out a vine chair and reclined in it, completely relaxing his body.
"This battle, I'm afraid those little brats have taken notice once again."
His gaze turned towards the deep sky, and he was certain that there must be Swiftlight Sparrows bred by Tenfang Pavilion in that place.
The night grew darker.
Yuntao View had long turned into ruins.
Wen Zhongyuan and the others watched the young man in the green robe sitting in the vine chair from a distance, feeling dazed and lost.
The previous battle was like a fight between immortals!
Four Martial Ancestor-level experts lost their lives here, all killed by a young man of such tender age!
If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have dared to believe any of it.
Before long, Qing Wan finished collecting the spoils and approached.
Among the Martial Ancestor-level experts, besides their respective Spirit Weapons and medicinal pills for healing and cultivation, what caught Su Yi's attention the most were the forty Grade Four Spirit Stones.
These Spirit Stones had different colors, each containing different attributes of spiritual energy such as Wood Aura, Fire Aura, Gold Aura, and so on.
This was the precious aspect of Grade Four Spirit Stones.
The Grade One to Grade Three Spirit Stones contained ordinary spiritual energy, differing only in the purity of the spiritual energy.
Starting from Grade Four Spirit Stones, the spiritual energy contained within already possessed a mysterious attribute, greatly benefiting the tempering of innate qi.
Within the Great Zhou Empire, Grade Four Spirit Stones were considered treasures, even Martial Ancestor-level figures were reluctant to use them for cultivation.
Usually, they would only be used as breakthrough resources when advancing in cultivation.
It could be said that the forty Grade Four Spirit Stones Su Yi obtained now could be considered a huge fortune.
After putting away the spoils, Su Yi stood up and decided to continue on his journey.
As his gaze swept over Wen Zhongyuan and the others in the distance, he remembered something and casually took out a shining silver longsword.
This was the relic of the tall and thin man in the white robe, a spiritually enriched and extraordinary Spirit Weapon.
This scene startled Wen Zhongyuan and the others. They trembled all over, thinking that Su Yi was about to attack them.
Especially Wen Zhongyuan, who immediately bowed and apologized, sweat pouring down his forehead. "We were blind and offended Young Master. Please forgive us!"
Li Gui and the others were also in a panic, trembling and almost collapsing to the ground.
Su Yi ignored Wen Zhongyuan and his gaze fell upon the young girl, Xiao He, whose face was filled with uneasiness and nervousness, like a startled deer.
"This sword, I'm giving it to you."
Su Yi smiled, raised his hand, and tossed the silver longsword like a silver ray of light, landing it in front of Xiao He.
The young and innocent girl instinctively grabbed the sword, and then she was startled, stuttering, "For... for me?"
"In the future, embrace your true nature and cultivate well."
Su Yi said as he turned around, carrying Qing Wan, and walked gracefully in the moonlight, gradually disappearing from sight.
Even after watching his figure vanish, Xiao He remained in a daze, her small face filled with confusion. Why did that guy give her a sword?
Also, what did he mean by embracing her true nature?
"Fortunately, Young Master Su is magnanimous and doesn't care about our actions. Otherwise, just based on our disrespectful behavior tonight, it could have brought disaster upon us."
Wen Zhongyuan let out a long sigh.
It was only at this moment that this elder from Changning Academy realized that his clothes were already drenched in cold sweat.
Li Gui and the others wiped away their sweat, feeling a sense of relief as if they had just escaped from a calamity.
"Elder, what should we do with this sword?" Xiao He couldn't help but ask.
Suddenly, all eyes fell upon the bright and translucent silver longsword in her hand.
"If I'm not mistaken, that white-robed man earlier should be Shichuang, the 'Swordbreaker,' who became renowned throughout the Great Zhou Empire twenty years ago with his exquisite 'Chaotic Wind Sword Technique.' His swordsmanship was so exceptional that it won praise and admiration from countless influential figures."
Wen Zhongyuan sighed, "Who could have imagined that such a swordmaster would meet his end at the hands of that young man Su Yi? Truly... inconceivable..."
The emotions of the crowd churned once again.
In fact, whether it was Swordbreaker Shichuang, Sunfire Sage, Mo Qingcang, or any of the other Martial Ancestor-level experts, each one of them was an unreachable figure in their eyes.
And that was precisely why, when they witnessed these extraordinary individuals being suppressed one by one by Su Yi, they were so shocked.
After a pause, Wen Zhongyuan's voice softened. "This sword has an extraordinary appearance, brimming with spirituality and sharpness. Since it was given to you by Young Master Su, you should keep it."
Li Gui and the others' gazes suddenly grew heated, and when they looked at Xiao He, a tinge of envy appeared in their eyes.
Even they hadn't expected that Su Yi would gift a sword to Xiao He before leaving.
Xiao He stared blankly, "Elder, I... I won't have any use for such a sword. Why don't you keep it instead?"
Wen Zhongyuan was taken aback and quickly declined, "No, it was a gift from Young Master Su. How could I keep it for myself?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Li Gui and the others and said, "I advise all of you not to have any ideas about this sword. Otherwise, if Su Yi were to find out, not only me, but everyone from Changning Academy combined wouldn't be enough for him to kill!"
His words carried a warning tone.
Li Gui and the others' faces changed slightly, and they quickly spoke up, guaranteeing that they would not do such a thing.
"Xiao He, although you are young and inexperienced, you have a kind and good-natured disposition. That's probably why Young Master Su appreciates you," Wen Zhongyuan's gaze softened as he spoke to Xiao He. "This gift of the sword signifies a positive connection between you and Young Master Su. You should cherish it and not let down his expectations."
Xiao He nodded firmly.
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"It is certain that among the Martial Ancestors in this world, besides a small group of individuals, there is probably no one who can match Su Yi," said the withered old man on the mountaintop of a cliff, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
Just now, the Swift Sparrow had transmitted the scenes of the battle between Yun Tao Guan and Su Yi, allowing the withered old man and others to witness Su Yi's prowess in slaying a group of Martial Ancestors.
"His sword aura carries a mysterious and unfathomable charm, and his cultivation can connect the power of heaven and earth. This is the power that only a land-immortal can possess. However, what's strange is that his cultivation is only at the Martial Master Second Stage..."
The delicate white-robed youth had a puzzled expression. "How could there be such a monstrous talent in this world? Could it be... he has really undergone possession?"
The obese monk and the man in the black robe beside him fell into silence.
Despite their doubts, everything made them more certain that there was a great secret about Su Yi.
"If we continue to sell the information about Su Yi's whereabouts, aren't we just watching those people go to their deaths?" the withered old man said with a strange expression.
The others exchanged glances, showing surprise.
Indeed, under these circumstances, ordinary Martial Ancestors who went to find Su Yi would be no different from seeking death.
"This has nothing to do with our Ten Directions Pavilion," the obese monk said carelessly. "Moreover, we have already promised not to disclose any battle details related to Su Yi. We can't go back on our word, can we?"
The solemn man in the black robe asked, "Who has already paid the deposit for purchasing the information?"
"The Elder Lü Dongliu from the Hidden Dragon Sword Sect, Lady You Qingzhi from the Yujing City Su Family, Grandmaster Hong Canshang, the Second Prince Zhou Zhikun, the Sixth Prince Zhou Zhili..."
The withered old man quickly listed a series of names that were enough to make any martial artist's heart tremble.
After a pause, he continued, "Among them, the most threatening to Su Yi is undoubtedly Lü Dongliu and the others from the Hidden Dragon Sword Sect. They are true cultivators, mastering cultivation techniques and possessing strength and resources far beyond ordinary people."
"However, Lü Dongliu is extremely cautious and hasn't made any moves yet. But one thing is certain, once he takes action, it will be a deadly blow like a thunderbolt."
After listening, the white-robed youth grinned. "Su Yi is not that easy to kill. This time, the Hidden Dragon Sword Sect might face a big setback."
The withered old man pondered, "It's hard to say. Lü Dongliu and the others, as true cultivators, must have unpredictable means at their disposal. If they seize a suitable opportunity, they might truly deliver a fatal blow to Su Yi."
"Why think about all this?" the obese monk said impatiently. "In my opinion, we should quickly send the wealth that belongs to Su Yi to him, so as not to be misunderstood by that guy."
The others sighed in agreement.
To the elders of the Ten Directions Pavilion, the threats from others were not worth their attention. But the threats from Su Yi couldn't be ignored!
For example, the 90% of the profits that were supposed to be given to Su Yi, how could they dare to withhold it?
"The leader has spoken. We should follow Su Yi's instructions and act accordingly," the man in the black robe concluded.
The others had no objections.
So, on that same night, a Swift Sparrow carried a heavy package and flew high in the sky, heading towards Su Yi's location.