I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

The roar of the Feather Emperor Patriarch shook the nine heavens, but Lu Xuan merely smiled indifferently.

With a flick of his right hand, the majestic and sacred Profound Bird Cauldron was casually tucked into his sleeve like a mere plaything.

At this moment, the Profound Bird Cauldron had shed Xia Mingyue’s imprint, becoming a masterless object, obedient as a fledgling bird in Lu Xuan’s palm.

Then, Lu Xuan casually glanced at the devastated palace beneath his feet—

The once resplendent halls were now barely a tenth of their former grandeur, with only a few forbidden areas lingering under the protection of arrays.

"Old bird, it’s been over a hundred years since we’ve met, and your talent for destruction seems to have grown."

Lu Xuan chuckled softly, a dazzling black-gold flame suddenly burst from his fingertips, "Why don’t... we find a more spacious place to catch up?"

"What say you!"

Before Lu Xuan’s voice fell, the heavens and earth suddenly shattered!

The entire firmament fractured inch by inch like glass, space-time twisted and reformed in violent tremors.

In an instant!

By the time everyone regained their senses, they found themselves in a vast, boundless world—

The sun and moon shone together, a river of stars hung upside down, the Power of Law condensed into tangible form, it was clearly the internal world of Lu Xuan.

The first to react was the irascible Purple Heaven Patriarch.

"You dare!"

Purple Heaven Patriarch’s roar shattered the clouds for ten thousand miles, surrounding purple lightning transformed into a colossal thunder dragon.

"How dare you drag me into your world"

"You have a death wish!"

Even the great world conjured by Lu Xuan trembled under the shouts of Purple Heaven Patriarch.

Simultaneously, over ten Earth Venerable level peerless experts erupted in fury, an unprecedented humiliation throughout the ages!

To think, each of them in the Celestial Martial Realm was a supreme being whose words were law.

Now they were trapped in an internal world by a junior, like prisoners, far more disgraceful than death!

"Interesting."

"This fellow Daoist seems to be a rare martial prodigy of the ages."

Master Mingxu’s duster swayed lightly, but a cold glint flickered in his eyes.

"In my ten thousand years of cultivation, this is the first time I’ve seen someone dare to use an internal world to imprison ten Earth Venerable level completion individuals simultaneously."

Master Mingxu’s words barely stopped short of directly telling Lu Xuan.

That he’s never encountered such an audacious young fool in tens of thousands of years of life.

The nearby Valley Master of Flame Heaven Valley, Huang, with crimson Heaven-Burning Flames blazing around him, sneered coldly:

"Kid, do you really think, with this world, you can defeat us all simultaneously?"

"You are far too arrogant!"

A young Earth Venerable of consummate achievement, surrounded them, ten Earth Venerable domain masters of thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

Lu Xuan stood with arms behind his back above the nine heavens, his robe fluttering like a banner.

Facing the overwhelming aura of these ten supreme Earth Venerables, Lu Xuan’s lips curled into a meaningful arc: "You all have counted wrong."

"It’s not ten......"

Pausing, a profound pattern suddenly burst from Lu Xuan’s fingertips, "But eleven!"

"Boom—"

A distant portion of the void suddenly exploded, a crystal-clear white lotus drifted down from the fracture.

The lotus petals spread, heavenly chanting reverberated across the universe, a middle-aged scholar in a simple white robe stepped onto the lotus.

The man’s face was serene, yet a strange blood-red lotus mark adorned his brow.

"Jingxin!"

Master Qingming’s eyes turned scarlet in an instant, the Cyan Nether Divine Sword in his hand erupted with swordlight that pierced the heavens.

"You damned heretical scum again!"

"How dare you appear before me!"

"Courting death!"

The whole world suddenly fell silent.

The infamous reputation of the Purification Extreme Saint Sect in the Celestial Martial Realm was spine-chilling like a festering sore on the bones.

Its status equated to that of the Pure World White Lotus Sect in the Great Xia dynasty.

Like rats crossing the street, everyone shouted and beat them.

This sect, under the guise of "purifying the world," had no idea how many sects and great families it had blood sacrificed over the millennia.

"Cyan Lotus Sword Realm!"

"Open!"

Master Qingming did not give anyone a chance to react, his cyan divine sword struck down fiercely.

A sky-covering cyan lotus bloomed in the void, forcibly creating another world within Lu Xuan’s internal world.

Countless cyan Sword Qi transformed into world rules chains, instantly trapping Patriarch Jingxin in the center of the Sword Realm.

Among everyone present, none harbored deeper hatred for the Purification Extreme Saint Sect than Master Qingming.

Thousands of years ago, when the Purification Extreme Saint Sect attacked dozens of branches of the Cyan Nether Sword Sect while Master Qingming was in seclusion.

That night, blood stained the sky red, descendants of Master Qingming were either massacred or turned into blood slaves.

The once-mighty Cyan Nether Sword Sect nearly uprooted by the Purification Extreme Saint Sect.

This enmity soaked in oceans of blood gnawed at Master Qingming’s heart day and night like a festering sore on the bones.

Even though for a thousand years, he traveled through Nine Netherworld and Yellow Springs, executing hundreds of thousands of Purification Extreme Saint Sect demons under his sword.

Even though he flayed alive the twelve Purification Saint Envoys involved in the blood incident.

Even though he personally turned over a hundred branches of the Purification Extreme Saint Sect into sword graves—

Still, every silent night, scenes of blood-stained broken swords covering the mountains would surface in Master Qingming’s sea of consciousness.

"Not enough... still not enough..."

"Purification ghost, your blood alone is not enough to repay the debt!"

Master Qingming’s eyes were as blood-red as crimson, the cyan divine sword in his hand emitted a sorrowful wail.

He clearly remembered when he found the beloved descendants under the ruins back then.

Those cold little hands still clenched tightly the inheritance swordsmanship of the Cyan Nether Sword Sect, the Cyan Lotus Myriad Swords Technique!

Now, with the enemy before him, Master Qingming’s aura of killing intent surged, his eyes bloodshot, as if transported back to that nightmare night.

He uttered not another word, the Cyan Nether Divine Sword in his hand was the first to unsheathe, the fierce Sword Qi tore the void apart.