NOVEL NEXT Chapter 231: Kill in Ten Steps, Leave No Trace for a Thousand Miles
Chapter 231: Kill in Ten Steps, Leave No Trace for a Thousand Miles
Lin Fengmian took a sip of the mountain spring water, feeling somewhat helpless. This woman was becoming more and more fearless.
Jun Yunshang reminded, “Young Master Ye, are we really going to go through the One Line Sky without taking a detour?”
“Considering that those blocking us are not only the Fourteenth Prince’s people, shouldn’t we take a detour?”
“Detour? That would take several more days, not worth it. They don’t deserve a detour,” Lin Fengmian said with a sneer.
“But they might have a lot of people,” Jun Yunshang said.
Lin Fengmian chuckled and said, “No matter how many people there are, if they do not come out together, they are just chickens and dogs.”
His words were filled with strong confidence, his entire person radiating a sharp and piercing aura, like a sword drawn from its scabbard.
Luo Xue couldn’t help but marvel that Lin Fengmian’s fighting instincts were truly extraordinary. In a short period of time, he had learned quickly through combat.
If Lin Fengmian’s enlightenment while being taught directly by her was a two, then his enlightenment while learning in battle was in the thousands.
In life and death battles, he became entirely excited, his enlightenment and talent reaching their peak, leaving Luo Xue in awe.
It seemed like he was born for battle, or perhaps slaughter.
Along the One Line Sky pass, the Junyan Dynasty had constructed three narrow passes, each of which was crowded with people.
At the largest pass, a man stood with a huge stone statue, holding a sword in both hands, his demeanor extraordinary, the sword qi rolling off him, making people shiver.
“This is Zhao Tian from the Heavenly God Hall, the famous little sword enthusiast!”
“The Fourteenth Prince specially sent him here, it seems he plans to make that boy fail.”
“Do you think he will come?”
“Unlikely, there are two more passes ahead, each more difficult than the last. If I were him, I would choose a detour.”
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Hearing these comments, an old man shook his head, “Impossible, he will definitely come”.
“Old Chen, why is that?” someone recognized the old man and asked respectfully.
“Geniuses like him will never take a detour. If he does, his path will collapse,” said Old Chen solemnly.
As if to verify his words, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the distance, causing a commotion among the crowd.
“He’s here, he really came!”
The black shadow quickly grew larger, revealing a legendary flying boat. On it, a masked young man in a black robe stood against the wind.
This caused a frenzy among the crowd, and people gathered around the fortress, discussing and speculating.
“It’s really him, he’s so bold.”
“A fierce battle is brewing, I wonder who will win?”
“The little sword enthusiast rarely loses, this boy is just starting out at this level, he’s in for a tough fight.”
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“The girl sitting on the bow of the boat is the Sixteenth Princess, she really is as beautiful as rumors say.”
“I heard that the Fourteenth Prince seems to be interested in his half-sister?”
“Really? Fellow Daoist, tell me more?”
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“Look, the little sword enthusiast is opening his eyes, what terrifying sword qi, he’s coming, he’s coming!”
With cries of alarm, the crowd watched as the young man standing on the stone statue opened his eyes, his gaze sharply focused on the distance, filled with fighting spirit.
The sharp sword intent whipped up a fierce wind, piercing through the water and heading straight for Lin Fengmian and Jun Yunshang, as if it wanted to split the boat in two.
Feeling this momentum, Jun Yunshang’s expression turned tense, and she tightly clutched the sword in her arms.
At that moment, the Zhen Yuan in her arms trembled, and the sharp sword intent was instantly smoothed out, turning into a gentle breeze by the time it reached them.
The breeze stirred the hair around Jun Yunshang’s face, while Lin Fengmian continued to drink his wine without lifting his head, exuding the aura of a master.
The little sword enthusiast looked at the approaching black-robed youth and smiled coldly, “Not bad, you’re worth my effort.”
He slowly drew his sword and coldly said, “Remember, the one who kills you is Zhao Tian. Draw your sword!”
The crowd looked on in anticipation, excited by the upcoming fierce battle, and some even placed bets, nervously wiping their sweat.
Lin Fengmian lifted his head with a sneer, his demeanor calm and composed, “Why should a dead man remember anything? You don’t even deserve me to draw my sword.”
With a wave of his hand, a vast sword qi surged forth, and the crowd felt the overwhelming sword intent rush toward them.
The young sword fanatic standing at the forefront was the first to bear the brunt, as if the entire world had been reduced to this single sword.
He hurriedly unsheathed his sword, but it was already too late.
He managed to draw his sword halfway out, but he could not pull it out any further. In the face of this overwhelming sword intent, he didn’t even deserve to unsheathe his sword.
The fierce sword qi cut through him mercilessly, and he fell to his knees, powerless.
“In the morning I hear the Dao, in the evening I die satisfied!”
Moments later, he disintegrated into pieces, falling from the stone statue into the river, leaving everyone speechless and stunned.
Without lifting his head, Lin Fengmian calmly stood at the bow of the boat, raising his arm to slowly pour the wine into the river.
“Stay out of my way next time!”
As his cold voice echoed, the light boat passed swiftly through the gorge and disappeared into the distance.
After he left, the previously silent crowd erupted into chaos, like boiling water bubbling over.
“Good heavens! What did I just see? One sword, just one sword, and the young sword fanatic is dead!”
“Who said only one sword? He didn’t even draw his sword! Damn it, he’s a god!”
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“Young Master Ye, Young Master Ye, take me as your disciple!” a young man shouted desperately.
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“Too cool, absolutely too cool, a genius sent from heaven! He must be my fated lover!”
A female cultivator clutched her heart, her eyes filled with infatuation, completely smitten.
A young female cultivator quickly chased after Lin Fengmian, shouting at the top of her lungs.
“Young Master Ye, I want to bear your children, Young Master Ye!!! Don’t go!!!”
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Lin Fengmian used his divine consciousness to see the scene behind him, his expression cold and composed.
In reality, he was overjoyed, biting his lips hard to keep from laughing out loud.
No, no, I can’t laugh!
I must maintain my image as a cold and proud expert!
Hehehe, is this what it feels like to be an expert? Amazing!
As for the countless admirers who had just been swept away, including the now dead young sword fanatic, no one even bothered to collect his remains.
Such was the cruelty of the Demon Path: the victor takes all, the loser has nothing, not even his life.
The flying boat raced past, and before the pursuers could catch up, they heard cries of alarm from ahead.
When they finally arrived, they learned that the genius Ye Xuefeng had already moved on.
The experts left behind to ambush him were easily slain, and he hadn’t even drawn his sword.
At that moment, Lin Fengmian was like a line from a poem:
“The cries of the monkeys on both banks never cease, while the light boat has already passed ten thousand mountains.”
Shocked and in awe, the crowd rushed to the last checkpoint.
There, a great master of the Soul Severing Realm, Xie Bi’an, a young expert from the Heavenly Fiend Pavilion sent by the Fourth Prince, was waiting.
But before they could reach the checkpoint, they received another message from behind.
Xie Bi’an was dead!
He had fared better than the previous two, at least Ye Xuefeng had drawn his sword. But after only one sword, Xie Bi’an was completely destroyed, both in body and soul.
Everyone at the checkpoint today was stunned.
They finally understood what it meant to kill a person every ten steps and leave no trace over a thousand miles.
What kind of monster is this?