Chapter 904 - 689: Death Hawk
"Yunqiao, you are still young. In your youth, it’s easy to give rise to many beautiful illusions. When you reach my age, you will know that everything is illusory, and only your own strength is the fundamental standing ground."
Shen Xuan’s voice was deep, each word weighed a thousand pounds.
"I understand your feelings, but I cannot respond. Because you do not know, who I truly am."
"My age is more than ten times yours. I am much older than you imagine."
"One day, you will meet someone as splendid as a rainbow. By then, all other beings will be mere passing clouds."
Yang Yunqiao listened, stunned, her face still a mask of confusion.
She only understood that Brother Shen had rejected her and would not stay for her.
She turned around and walked out of the Cave Mansion, somewhat lost in soul.
Outside, the dusk deepened, her brother Yang Yunzhao sighed softly and stepped forward to support her shoulder.
"Sister, let’s go back."
The silhouettes of the three siblings gradually blended into the vast twilight, disappearing at the end of the winding mountain path.
Inside the Cave Mansion, Shen Xuan shook his head slightly.
The Yang Family of Sifang Mountain, to him, was ultimately just a short stop on his long cultivation journey.
How could he linger here?
Unless he were the same self from back then, only at Qi Cultivation Third Layer, with a foggy road ahead.
But at that time, how could he have had the qualifications to gain the favor of a cultivation clan’s direct descendant lady?
The next day, before dawn.
Shen Xuan’s figure flickered slightly, his aura fully concealed, quietly leaving the Cave Mansion without alerting anyone.
The identity of "Shen Yan" will no longer be used from this point forward.
This is as much self-protection as it is the best arrangement for the Yang Family.
...
Several days later, at the edge of the Southern Wilderness, a secluded valley.
Several abrupt screams suddenly echoed, then returned to silence.
At the bottom of the valley, a richly dressed young cultivator along with two guards lay in a pool of blood, breathless.
"The offspring of the Guo Family from Flying Eagle Ridge, nothing more."
A short cultivator clothed in black stood beside the corpses, a mocking expression on his face.
His cultivation was at Late Stage of Foundation Establishment, having just erupted in assault using Demon Sect Secret Technique, taking on three at once, and killing them all in just a few moments.
He was unsurprised by the outcome.
As an inner sect disciple of the Wuji Sect, how could he be contended with by those small clan cultivators?
He leaned down, deftly searching the bodies for their Storage Pouches and Magical Treasures.
"A true Demon Sect cultivator, ruthless and indiscriminate in killing innocents; his crime deserves execution."
A cold voice suddenly came from the front.
"Who is it?!"
The short black-robed cultivator’s heart tightened, he lifted his head sharply, Divine Sense swept forward like a net.
He saw a man in green rushing from the forest ahead, his face ordinary, his aura steady.
After probing the other’s cultivation with Divine Sense, the black-robed cultivator secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It’s just another Late Stage Foundation Establishment, he thought it was some passing Core Formation True Master.
"Who are you, daring to interfere in the matters of my Wuji Sect?"
He shouted coldly, killing intent flashing again in his eyes.
The man in green did not answer, simply saying, "You are a Wuji Sect disciple?"
"Since you know, you dare to show yourself; are you tired of living?"
The black-robed cultivator wasted no more words, shouting fiercely: "Seeking your own doom!"
From within his sleeve flew out a pale light, thin as a cicada’s wing, yet incomparably sharp, it was his trump Magical Treasure, the Wuji Demon Blade.
The Demon Blade flew silently through the air, aiming straight for Shen Xuan’s throat, fast enough to leave only a faint afterimage.
However, in the next instant, the black-robed cultivator’s pupils shrank suddenly.
He saw the man in green neither dodging nor avoiding, casually raising his right hand, using his index and middle fingers to seemingly effortlessly clamp the blade.
"Ding."
With a light sound, the swift as lightning Wuji Demon Blade was firmly caught between the two fingers, motionless.
The black-robed cultivator’s eyes widened in disbelief.
But the instinct for survival brought him swiftly to his senses, his face a mask of fear: "Dharma Realm Body Refining Master? Senior, spare my life..."
Before the word "life" could leave his mouth, Shen Xuan’s left hand lifted, a point directed at him through the air.
A strand of flame, condensed to the extreme, pure white with a hint of gold, erupted from the fingertip, becoming a fine line of fire, ignoring the Protective Spirit Shield, instantly burrowing into his brow’s sea of consciousness.
"Ah!"
The black-robed cultivator’s body shuddered violently, feeling as if his sea of consciousness had been cast into a furnace, boundless pain and heat completely engulfing him.
His final expression solidified into ultimate fear, the hastily raised spirit shield around him shattering like foam.
Vitality, cut off.
Shen Xuan’s complexion unchanged, he stepped forward, hand hovering above his remaining warmth.
Soul Search.
Scattered, fragmented memory fragments flooded into the sea of consciousness.
Chen Dali, an inner sect disciple of the Wuji Sect, for preparing Core Formation resources, had lurked at the edge of the Southern Wilderness, disguised as a Tribulation Cultivator, attacking passing cultivators for over a year now, methods cruel...
Shen Xuan withdrew his hand, his expression indifferent.
This type of Demon Dao Tribulation Cultivator, he had cleaned up quite a few in recent days, without stirring any emotions.
He was not concerned with their Demon Sect identity, but needed some suitable "vests."
Familiarized with this person’s appearance, magical power aura, and some memory habits, he could leverage the technique of [Thousand Transformations] to perfectly disguise himself as "Chen Dali."
"Still, clearing away these small fry is the easiest."
Shen Xuan muttered to himself, waved his hand to collect the Storage Pouches and Magical Treasures of Chen Dali and the three fallen cultivators.
Then, True Flame swept through, burning Chen Dali’s corpse to ashes, which scattered on the wind.
He deliberately took another look at the corpse of the well-dressed young man.
"Flying Eagle Ridge, Guo Shiyan, Fire Technique Foundation Establishment cultivator. This identity is rather decent."
"I handle your posthumous affairs, allow you to be buried peacefully, using your identity temporarily, a fair trade."
He flicked his fingers, burning the corpses of Guo Shiyan and his three servants, gathering their ashes, and burying them beneath an old tree in the valley.