Warding Of Evil Spirit

Chapter 50 Cutting Through the Line Between Life and Death

Chu Weiyang had never lacked the courage to face life and death, but this sudden change was inexplicable, leaving him puzzled. He pondered that even if he were to face a calamity of life and death, he needed to understand the cause.

Otherwise, would he be hunted down again for some non-existent "spiritual object"?

In silence, looking at the tightly closed door before him, Chu Weiyang took a step back.

At the same time, Chunyu Zhi's voice pierced through the barrier and resonated in Chu Weiyang's mind.

"Separated by a barrier and a considerable distance, I can't truly sense the aura and intent of the person approaching. I can't discern their origins. To be on the safe side, perhaps… I possess a secret disguise technique from Tingchang Mountain, which should be able to…"

Chunyu Zhi was speaking when Chu Weiyang shook his head, rejecting her suggestion.

"That's unreasonable. If someone's blocked at the gate, it's too late to escape. After traveling 90,000 miles, I wouldn't want to go through that again. We need to find out the reason. Even if a second Sword Sect or a second Tingchang Mountain wants to kill me, they should at least know why they died, right?"

Chu Weiyang said this with great nonchalance.

But as he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something, and his steps faltered.

"Miss Zhi, you can't let this Tingchang Mountain secret technique harm me. Is it really just one person watching the gate?"

Hearing this, Chunyu Zhi replied almost without thinking.

"What good would it do me to harm you? This is a secret technique that only those at the Yellow Sprout Dan Tai realm can access. How could you possibly understand its wonders and mysteries? Back then…"

As he spoke, Chu Weiyang showed no impatience, simply listening quietly to the voice echoing in his mind. Chunyu Zhi seemed to lose her spirit, abruptly stopping her words and falling silent.

Gone was the sarcasm in that voice. In Chu Weiyang's memory, Chunyu Zhi's image was no longer that of the previously hovering, sarcastic spirit, but rather the girl who had once danced gracefully atop a verdant mountain peak, a figure that lingered in his memory.

This past image, pierced by the passage of time, overlapped with Chunyu Zhi's voice now. In

this day and age, the more one witnesses the vicissitudes of life, the more one reminisces about the past when they meet again.

And so, in this silent, sentimental atmosphere, Chunyu Zhi's slightly somber voice rang out again.

"There's only one person keeping watch outside, their aura and mind focused. Figure it out yourself..."

With that, Chunyu Zhi's voice vanished from the other end of the barrier.

And so, in this silence, Chu Weiyang smiled, took another step back, until his entire figure disappeared behind the old tree beside the courtyard.

At dawn, the morning glow, filtering through the narrow gaps in the intertwined branches and leaves of late spring, cast layers of golden light upon Chu Weiyang, leaving dappled, diffused patterns.

Taking a deep breath, Chu Weiyang had a fleeting illusion of returning to the forests of Lingqiu Mountain.

Severing this complex thought, Chu Weiyang stood behind the tree, his hands forming a hand seal, then closing it again.

Guided by his magic, the restriction broke, and the tightly closed door suddenly opened a crack.

A gentle breeze swept through, and the door creaked open and closed until it was completely ajar.

Behind the tree, Chu Weiyang remained motionless.

His palm slightly rose, the jade snake at his wrist humming as it exhaled a wisp of dark red smoke into Chu Weiyang's palm. The next instant, before the smoke dissipated, a wisp of emerald fire appeared, enveloping the dark red smoke and gradually dispersing the poisonous energy throughout the courtyard.

Along with the poisonous energy, wisps of deep, malevolent energy also dispersed.

At the same time, Chu Weiyang's other hand drew his longsword, holding it upside down, concealing its sharp edge behind a tree.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

Outside the half-open door, there was no movement whatsoever.

But at the same time, Chunyu Zhi's voice rang out again.

"That person has moved!"

Nearly ten more breaths passed, and in the silence, it was still Chunyu Zhi's voice.

"That person is already standing at the door!"

The rest was unnecessary for Chunyu Zhi to say.

As a furtive figure slipped past the half-open door, landing almost entirely in the courtyard, Chu Weiyang, behind the large tree, dispersed the jade fire in his hand, formed a hand seal, and yanked sharply.

Instantly, not only did the restrictions on the door revert to their original state, but with the infusion of magical power, a chain of restrictive chains, swirling in the air, appeared. As

it descended, Chu Weiyang's yank, like a whip, lashed across the person's back. Stumbling, the figure landed completely in the courtyard, followed by the sound of the door slamming shut.

At the other end of the restriction, Chunyu Zhi's voice seemed about to ring out.

But in the blink of an eye, Chu Weiyang had no time to listen.

One step slower, and everything would be slower!

He cleaved through life and death in an instant!

The moment he took the first step, the Six Righteous Sword Intent flowed through Chu Weiyang's mind.

As magical power flowed in, the boundless sword energy gradually overlapped with the imagery of a torrential downpour.

Rain-infused sword intent, Grain Rain sword intent!

In the gentle breeze, there was an inescapable sword intent!

A lurking killing intent hidden within the fine rain!

Whoosh—!

A sword rose into the air, then swayed as it fell.

The sound of it cutting through the air seemed to be filled with the rustling of raindrops.

Under the illumination of this sword light, the figure that had fallen to the ground at the doorway suddenly stood up, as if boneless. Accompanied by a woman's cry of pain, her delicate fingers flicked, and as she flicked her finger towards Chu Weiyang, a talisman wrapped in bright light instantly appeared, and multicolored powder fell from the wind.

In a flash, Chu Weiyang, without hesitation, raised his other hand, and with a swirling of spiritual light, behind the sword energy, a vast and boundless shower of fireworks appeared!

The moment the jade fire appeared, it arrived faster than anyone else, enveloping the multicolored dust and the strange wind in its flames. Before Chu Weiyang could even focus his attention, a mere touch with the jade fire caused not only the dust and the strange wind to melt into it—but

also the jade fire to instantly swell and expand!

In a flash, even Chu Weiyang was speechless. What a surprise!

Then, under the astonished gaze of the veiled woman, Chu Weiyang brought his sword down, piercing between her hands. Before she could take out a second talisman, he directly knocked the Qiankun pouch to the ground.

At the same time, the swelling jade fire suddenly condensed, appearing as if Chu Weiyang held it in his palm.

Close range, Chu Weiyang threw a punch, the tip of his fist wreathed in flames, which seemed to instantly coalesce into sharp claws and a beak!

Bang—!

The punch, powerful and heavy, struck the woman squarely on the temple.

She swayed violently, glancing down at the longsword carrying the Qiankun pouch, then up at Chu Weiyang's deathly pale face. Just as she was about to speak—

"Chu…"

the words caught in her throat before her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

At the same time, Chunyu Zhi's voice echoed in Chu Weiyang's mind.

"I suppose you and the girls of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion don't have any deep-seated hatred?"

With a flick of her wrist, Chu Weiyang flicked the longsword, sending the Qiankun pouch flying into his hand.

Weighing the orchid-embroidered pouch, Chu Weiyang's voice finally broke the silence.

"That's hard to say. To be frank, in terms of lineage, I am the current head of the Panwang Sect. This Hundred Flowers Pavilion has a deep-seated hatred for us—their scripture-stealing and their stigma!"

...

The night was still, the sea stretched for thirty thousand miles, the moon shone brightly, and the wind carried the flying tin.

From the Qian Yuan Sword Sect, from the Demon-Suppressing Cave, to this outer sea, it was far more than thirty thousand miles!

On the vast ocean, two figures could be seen, one after the other, treading the waves!

Sharp sword energy enveloped their figures, cleaving through gusts of sea wind and cutting down towering waves.

Leading the fleeing figure was none other than the lean, elderly elder of the Demon-Suppressing Cave of the Sword Sect, Ding Younian!

At this moment, amidst the endless river of sword energy, Ding Younian walked through

the air, his brows furrowed with anxiety, breathing heavily, utterly disheveled. Every now and then, Elder Ding would look back.

Closely following behind him was Elder Qingxi of the Jieyun lineage, a Golden Core cultivator!

At this moment, seeing Elder Ding turn around, the woman in palace attire spoke coldly, her soft voice as sharp as the sword energy surrounding her.

"Junior Brother Ding! Who would have thought that you, who couldn't even defend the Demon-Suppressing Cave against that mad girl Chunyu Zhi, would somehow have reached the Nine Refined Core Formation stage? The world has underestimated you! Our Jieyun lineage has underestimated you!

Perhaps you already had your eye on the spiritual object when it was delivered to the Demon-Suppressing Cave! You wanted to use it to open the door to the Golden Core realm? Unfortunately, you failed at the last hurdle. A fragmented spiritual object cannot help you break through that bottleneck.

Moreover, even if a complete spiritual object fell into..." "It's in your hands, but without the Heaven-Opening Sword Scripture, without the boundless and profound artistic conception, Ding Younian, do you really think you can dream of becoming a great cultivator with just such a silly trick?

I'm telling you this not to make you repent, but to make you understand and think clearly how foolish your thoughts are! Run! There's no turning back! With this regret, die under my sword!"

As the words fell, the gentle sea breeze carried Ding Younian's almost frenzied voice.

"Ha! Don't call me junior brother! Song Qingxi! I will not regret it! I will never regret it! When have you ever treated us as junior brothers, as members of the Sword Sect!

But I, Ding Younian, am still a sword cultivator! A sword cultivator with the Nine Refined Core Formation!

I understand the principle of no regrets when the sword is drawn!

I can't become a great cultivator? So what!

Song Qingxi! You must remember! You, the Jieyun lineage, must remember—it was I, Ding Younian, who ruined the karma of your tribulation and scripture replenishment!

It was I who ruined it!"

Thus, in the fierce wind, only Ding Younian's arrogant, almost insane, loud laughter remained.

On the spot, Song Qingxi raised his hand, and in the mirror wheel formed by endless divine light, the vast and magnificent spiritual light condensed into a line. As the sword light swirled, the sword-shaped emerald hairpin solidified and was held in Song Qingxi's hand, and then he slashed it towards the long river of sword energy around him.

"No regrets when the sword is drawn? You dare to wield a sword without regret? Today, I will teach you to die with boundless regret beneath the Sword Sect's treasure!"

Endless divine light swirled on the treasure, then transformed into a sword beam that fell.

The clouds seemed to shatter under the immense sword light.

A sword strike that cuts through the clouds!

...

Whoosh—!

In the center of the courtyard, on the only stone chair, the woman who had barged into Chu Weiyang's courtyard was bound hand and foot.

To be honest, thanks to the many mixed memories of his past and present lives, Chu Weiyang had bound the woman very tightly.

Or perhaps, too tightly.

At this moment, Chu Weiyang was carrying a large urn, pouring the wine, which reeked of alcohol and had a slightly fishy smell, over the unconscious woman's head.

Looking down into the urn, holding his breath, he saw only rotten medicinal herbs at the bottom.

He pursed his lips, still unable to bring himself to drink it, and could only toss the large urn back to the tree.

Turning back to look at the stench from afar, the woman, still unconscious and soaked in the wine, had some rotten herbs in the liquid, each wisp gleaming with a dark green light, clinging to her hair and wet cheeks.

Now, there was no need to scrutinize her face; to Chu Weiyang, she was barely recognizable as human.

Under Chu Weiyang's somewhat expectant gaze, it took a while for the woman to seem to be awakened by the stench.

She raised her head blankly, struggling in disbelief for a few moments, then looked down at her soaked palace dress. Just as she was about to let out a piercing scream, Chu Weiyang thrust his hand forward, the tip of his sword already pressed against the woman's neck.

Seeing it clearly, a layer of fine goosebumps instantly rose on the woman's skin.

At the same time, Chu Weiyang spoke, his hoarse voice making the woman tremble like a leaf.

"The people of Dao City… are they all missing a screw? With your mid-stage Qi Refining cultivation, what were you thinking, daring to come here and spy?

Don't think you can just roll your eyes and make up some lies for me, Chu—! I heard you clearly just now!

You know me? How do you know me? And why are you spying here? How did you find this place so accurately? What's your relationship with Dong Heng and his cousin?

Also, what's your surname and name? Is this your own private matter, or is it an arrangement by the Hundred Flowers Pavilion?

Don't try to play dumb." "That Hundred Flowers Fiend Qi isn't fake; your Qiankun Pouch is right here on the table!

Oh, right, speaking of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, there's something important. Have you ever practiced the 'Five Organs Qi-Nourishing Essence Technique'? You mean... the kind of cultivation method that involves consuming elixirs...

These things, big and small, you need to think them through and tell me—"

Before she could finish speaking, the woman had remained relatively calm after hearing Chu Weiyang's earlier words. However, when Chu Weiyang asked about the "Five Organs Qi-Nourishing Essence Technique," the woman seemed to remember something, and she began to struggle on the stone chair, almost twisting into a pretzel.

With the woman's heavy breathing, the next moment, before she could utter another cry of alarm, the poisonous Qi scattered in the courtyard was intensified. Immediately, the woman's body stiffened, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted again.

Chu Weiyang stood there, hesitant to speak, waiting for several more breaths, but the woman did not reawaken from the fumes.

Scratching his head, Chu Weiyang sheathed his longsword and walked back to the tree, bending down to lift the large urn...