Chapter 118: The Great Victory at Ximen

“Bastard! The righteous sect would actually resort to such a sneaky ambush!” the wicked cultivator roared in fury. But entangled by Long Yun, he could only barely parry with a desperate slash.

“Boom—” Two sword energies collided with a deafening roar. In his haste, how could the evil cultivator match the fully charged strike from Shangguan Yu?

Reeling from the tremendous force, he staggered backward, barely regaining his footing before Long Yun behind him showed no mercy. The sword energy hummed sharply.

The razor-sharp sword aura, accompanied by a piercing whoosh, aimed straight for the back of the wicked master’s head.

The evil cultivator felt stifled and humiliated. Though Shangguan Yu was his equal in rank, his combat prowess was clearly inferior. Yet that mere Qi Fusion Realm youth unleashed a strike no less powerful than that of a Transcendent Realm master.

He was a cultivator with immense power, but under such precise coordination between the two, he could not fully unleash his strength.

The situation had become perilous. He was certain that even if he dodged the youth’s attack, the peer-level Shangguan Yu would strike again without a moment’s hesitation.

With a fierce grit of his teeth, the wicked cultivator’s body flickered with light as dark demonic energy cloaked him. A sinister aura radiated outward.

He intended to use his cultivation and protective energy to repel Long Yun’s assault by force, buying time to prepare for Shangguan Yu’s next move.

Though Long Yun’s power was formidable, he still underestimated it. Countless times, Long Yun had delivered bloody lessons to those who belittled him.

What the evil cultivator did not realize was that the heavenly-seizing power within Long Yun was the bane of his demonic aura. Although his protective energy was strong, it was no match.

Long Yun had already discerned the cultivator’s intentions the moment he unleashed that move, a slight smile curling on his lips.

The sacred aura took precedence within the heavenly-seizing power, surging into the sword’s tip and firing forth. The highly condensed creative force pierced sharply into the demonic energy.

At the same time, Shangguan Yu swung his sword, the sword aura stretching like a rainbow piercing the sun, descending with overwhelming force upon the evil cultivator’s crown.

Still oblivious to the threat from Long Yun, the wicked cultivator laughed heartily and countered with a rising slash from below, his demonic aura surging like a tempestuous wave.

“Boom—” At the moment their sword energies clashed, the evil cultivator’s expression changed abruptly. A loathsome, terrifying aura penetrated his protective energy.

With unstoppable momentum, the cultivator had unleashed his full strength to defeat Shangguan Yu. Caught off-guard, he felt Long Yun’s sword energy pierce through his heart in an instant.

The creative force rampaged wildly, disrupting all his internal energy. The greatest strength of the demonic path was physical resilience, but under the sweeping might of the creative force, all his powers were diluted.

The demonic aura dissipated, vanishing instantly. Shangguan Yu, who had been flung backward by the blow, looked on in slight surprise.

Quickly regaining composure, he seized the opportunity, swinging his sword in a sweeping arc. The evil cultivator’s massive head was severed, blood spraying high into the air.

Long Yun struck with his palm, the light exploding as the flying head shattered completely, marking the end of his foe.

“Long Yun, I owe you one!” Shangguan Yu smiled faintly, his gaze filled with a rare warmth.

Once, this disciple always needed protection, but now he had grown remarkably in such a short time. Shangguan Yu felt both awe and pride.

Long Yun smiled calmly. “Sect Leader, you are too courteous. Would you deny Elder Long Yun of the Heart Sword Sect a chance to return?”

Long Yun had long made up his mind. He once dared not return to the Jade Sword Sect due to Qingzong’s obstruction. But now, armed with countless masters from the Reincarnation Mirror and with Xu Xian—comparable to Feng Wuji—about to rejoin, the Jade Sword Sect’s strength had surpassed Qingzong. It was time for his return.

After all, Jade Sword Sect was his home. Moreover, from Longmen Pine of the Jade Sword Sect, he had received an unknown bloodline power that had greatly benefited him.

Without that bloodline, Long Yun could never have fused four forces to create the Heavenly-Seizing Technique and attained the Innate Realm.

To Long Yun, the Jade Sword Sect’s significance was extraordinary; that cold place was long forgotten.

Hearing Long Yun’s words, Shangguan Yu was momentarily stunned, then a wild joy crossed his face. He laughed heartily, “Elder Long Yun of the Heart Sword Sect, at your command! Exterminate these demonic fiends!”

“Yes, Sect Leader!” Long Yun bowed slightly, the Qinghe Edge Sword flashing and dancing in his hands. The ordinary Blood Origin Sect disciples were no match.

Infused with his sacred aura, they fell like ripe wheat under the sickle.

“Brother, I’ll help you!” Yan Qingqing, having already dealt with her opponent, joined forces with the three elders of Qingzong. Even combined, they could not defeat her, let alone a demonic cultivator at the Qi Fusion Realm.

If her true energy had fully recovered, she could likely slay him with a single strike.

Seeing Long Yun charging solo into the Blood Origin Sect’s ranks, Yan Qingqing worried for his safety. She raised her jade hand, unleashing the Nine Turn Heavenly Fire from her palm, transforming into a terrifying heat wave.

Nothing could withstand this fiery onslaught. The Nine Turn Heavenly Fire was the purest phoenix flame. Like the divine dragon, the phoenix was one of the few races able to rival the demonic aura.

Thus, the Nine Turn Heavenly Fire was also a bane to the demonic path. Though not as utterly suppressive as the creative force—also known as the sacred power—it was still impossible for ordinary Blood Origin disciples to withstand.

Yan Qingqing’s strike was more direct than Long Yun’s. Where the Nine Turn Heavenly Fire swept, all Blood Origin disciples were incinerated to ash amid screams of agony.

Meanwhile, the Blood Origin Sect’s Heavenly Cycle Realm cultivator, locked in a fierce battle with Qingzong’s three elders, grew sullen. He never expected Long Yun and the fearsome woman to suddenly appear, ruining his plan.

“Consider yourselves lucky, but that luck won’t last forever! I will crush you one by one!” the cultivator sneered, unleashing his true energy in a blast that sent his opponents flying.

He then flickered to escape.

“Think you can get away?” Xu Xian, who had been waiting nearby, sneered disdainfully. With a finger snap, a beam of light shot forth like a meteor streaking across the sky.

The Blood Origin Sect elder in the Heavenly Cycle Realm had no time to react before the light struck him. His face twisted in horror before exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

No one anticipated such a turn of events. Only Long Yun, Yan Qingqing, Shangguan Yu, and a few other Jade Sword Sect elders witnessed Xu Xian’s intervention.

Long Yun and Yan Qingqing knew Xu Xian’s cultivation and showed no surprise, but Shangguan Yu and the others were dumbfounded.

Shangguan Yu felt a vague familiarity from Xu Xian but his memories were too hazy to be certain.

Xu Xian smiled gently at Shangguan Yu and said softly, “Yu’er, after five hundred years apart, have you forgotten your uncle’s face?”

Shangguan Yu trembled violently, falling to his knees in tears, struggling to say, “Uncle… you are… Uncle Xu Xian!”

Xu Xian approached, helping him up. Looking into Shangguan Yu’s face, he said, “I never expected that little brat from back then would grow into the leader of the Jade Sword Sect. Yu’er, you’ve done well—you have not disgraced our ancestors.”

Since childhood, Shangguan Yu had idolized Xu Xian, often listening to his insights on swordsmanship. Xu Xian favored him as well, patiently teaching him time and again.

Their bond was close. Since Xu Xian mysteriously vanished five centuries ago, Shangguan Yu had mourned him deeply.