The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS

Kunyin Peak, within the Taiyin Palace.

Dozens of nuns stared at the main entrance of the grand hall, some with expressions of alarm, others with looks of stern resolve. Most were in a state ready to draw their swords, with a few already having half-drawn blades.

They maintained these myriad poses, their bodies frozen, unmoving as they glared at the entrance to the hall. Only occasional movements of their eyes suggested that these nuns were still alive.

Under the watchful eyes of the dozens of nuns, the White-haired Taoist, wearing a warm smile, slowly stepped into the palace, heading towards the nun at the back holding the Jade Seal.

"You..." Xuan Yin's finger trembled as she pointed at the White-haired Taoist who was slowly approaching, her eyes filled with surprise and revulsion.

"Daoist Qingyu pays respect to Uncle Master Xuanyin," said the White-haired Taoist with a smile, bowing reverently.

"Uncle Master, are you wondering why I am here? I should be outside having a fierce battle with Xuan Chen, right?"

Watching those smiling eyes, Xuan Yin felt an endless chill in her heart.

She gripped the Jade Seal in her hand even tighter, but her face revealed a trace of a smile, "So it turns out Daoist Qingyu is actually Senior Brother Xuanfa's disciple Qingyu, well, isn't this the pot calling the kettle black..."

"Why force a smile, Uncle Master?" Qingyu interrupted, "Has anyone ever said that you smile very reluctantly? Plus, the always indifferent Uncle Master Xuanyin smiling, it looks so fake!"

The mocking words made Xuan Yin's smile stiffen, and an involuntary chill appeared on her face.

But what Qingyu said next was even more disconcerting.

"Why force yourself so, Uncle Master?" Qingyu's smile remained warm, but its meaning was enigmatic.

"Is it to save your life at the hands of your nephew? I don't think so. Although I've never met Uncle Master Xuanyin in person, I've heard from Xuanzhen and Xuan Shang about your personality and past. The proud Uncle Master Xuanyin would not compromise for her own life. So, what is it for..."

"Oh, right," Qingyu feigned sudden enlightenment, "It's for someone, isn't it? For someone you deeply love. I've heard that Uncle Master once had eyes only for my late master, secretly giving him your favor, unable to forget him. But I didn't expect that after so many years, Uncle Master's affections had shifted, it truly is..."

"Enough!"

The sharp cry interrupted Qingyu's taunting. Xuan Yin's face seemed to become coated with frost, staring coldly at Qingyu, "Qingyu, stop beating around the bush, since you've come to me, it means you've guessed the truth. With that being the case, why purposely speak ill!"

Xuan Yin was no fool; although she had grown flustered due to certain events, her intelligence was not lacking. She saw through Qingyu's jest, and also his determination to get what he wanted.

The cold wind blew into the Taiyin Palace, bringing with it a chill that pierced the hearts and souls, causing the numerous frozen nuns to feel an inexplicable fear.

As if the Death God himself watched over the palace, ready to reap the lives of all present.

"Heh," the chill suddenly vanished as Qingyu chuckled lightly, "Sorry, it seems that I still find it hard to forget the past after all, to have said so much nonsense."

He looked towards Xuan Yin, his eyes tranquil like a still well or a millennia-old frost-covered Xuanbing, "Uncle Master Xuanyin, I have come to kill you. And to solve a puzzle."

Before the words had finished, the Xuanyin True Qi in her began to reverse.

She knew that she could not harm Qingyu even if she tried her hardest. Therefore, rather than fight, she preferred to take her own life, to thwart Qingyu's gains.

But before Qingyu, suicide proved incredibly difficult.

With two fingers joined, to the astonishment of Xuan Yin, Qingyu suddenly appeared before her, his fingers pointing at the center of her forehead.

The reversing True Qi was suppressed, and then the memories buried deep in her heart were forcibly excavated.

In Xuan Yin's mind, memories of the past flipped by like a carousel lantern—so clear and so comprehensible. They flooded Xuan Yin's vision and permeated Qingyu's consciousness.

"So it was, indeed it was..."

A soft sigh reached Xuan Yin's ears, prompting her to unconsciously close her eyes and gently shed two trails of tears.

"Uncle Master, may your journey be peaceful."

The dark gleam of the sword light flashed by, and Xuan Yin's trembling body abruptly stilled, the only movement the continued flow of her tears.

Qing Yu lowered his finger, gently took the jade seal from Xuan Yin's hand, and tenderly lifted her still-breathing body with True Qi, slowly laying it on the ground.

"Deep love does not lead to longevity, why bother."

Qing Yu clenched his hand tight, and the jade seal gave a strained cry before being forcefully crushed.

The Zhenwu Seven Tribulations Formation, now two of the seven were lost.

Including Su Nu Peak, which had been sealed by Xuanzhen with the Taisu Primordial Skill, it should be considered three lost.

"Buzz—"

Shortly after the pillar of qi at Wanfa Peak dissipated, Kunyin Peak also emitted a hum, as its pillar scattered into Primordial Energy and flowed back into the mountain.

"The Zhenwu Seven Tribulations Formation is now three parts incomplete."

Qing Yu stated indifferently, "Even if Xuan Lin betrayed us, the Zhenwu Seven Tribulations Formation can no longer be triggered. At most, it can form a Qi Shield to protect the Zhenwu Sect. To think that the remaining four peaks could harm someone like me, a Divine Communication master, is nothing but a dream."

"You actually killed Xuan Yin!" Xuan Chen said through gritted teeth.

Kunyin Peak no longer stood with Qing Yu. Since Xuan Yin had betrayed them, with Qing Yu's decisive and ruthless nature, he would certainly not hold back. By now, Xuan Yin must have been killed by Qing Yu's covert move.

This much, Xuan Chen could guess.

"Isn't that to be expected? When have I ever held back against an enemy?"

Looking back at Qing Yu's past enemies, not one who was spared their life remained alive. The same was true for those predecessors, and Xuan Yin was no exception.

Qing Yu looked at Xuan Chen, "So now, are you still willing to hold back, Headmaster Xuan Chen?"

He enunciated the last four words deliberately, as if they carried an enigmatic significance.

Moreover, if there were any bystanders, they would be shocked by Qing Yu's words. According to Qing Yu, Xuan Chen had indeed been holding back, having yet to reveal his true strength.

"That sword box over there, it's time to use it." Qing Yu's gaze was fixed on the sword box that had been hovering behind Xuan Chen.

This Mo Yu Sword Box had appeared as soon as Xuan Chen showed himself, constantly drawn to his side by his True Qi. Even in combat with Qing Yu, the sword box never left its station behind Xuan Chen.

To maintain control over the sword box while fighting was no easy feat, which was why Qing Yu believed Xuan Chen had been holding back. And of course, a sword lay within the box; what kind of divine sword could it be that Xuan Chen brought to battle?

"There's no need to hold back anymore..."

Xuan Chen gestured with his right hand, beckoning the sword box to his side, and imprinted a handprint upon it, "Qing Yu, you will die!"

From within the burst sword box emerged an ancient sword blade, and then...

The Sword Light descended.