Chapter 99 : Blood Body Nurturing Sword

Chapter 99: Blood Body Nurturing Sword

Beside the collapsed convergence point of the two spirit veins.

A group of Canglan Immortal Mountain disciples, covered in dust and grime, hid nearby inside a civilian house.

The house was cramped, with formations and talismans arranged around it to conceal their presence. Unless one was an expert, they would never notice it.

Cheng Hua hugged her sword while leaning beside the door, observing the outside through a tiny crack in the wall.

Inside the room, Junior Brother Liu revealed fear upon his face.

“What exactly happened here? This should’ve only been a routine spirit vein inspection.”

Senior Brother Wang calmed himself and said in a deep voice:

“Has anyone among us visited Twin Su Manor before?”

“I came once three years ago. The villagers here were very kind.”

“Elder Yue Han said the fortified manor no longer contains any signs of life, correct, Senior Sister Cheng?”

Cheng Hua continued watching outside while lightly nodding her head.

Seeing this, and being righteous path disciples themselves, the others immediately became furious.

“It must’ve been those crooked demonic sects who committed this atrocity!”

“Before the collapse earlier, I think I saw something written on the wall—‘Fang was here’?”

“It must’ve been that Fang fellow from those evil sects.”

“Exactly, exactly.”

Cheng Hua’s eyelashes trembled slightly, yet she still said nothing.

At that exact moment,

A black shadow heavily crashed down before the house.

Broken stones scattered while dust rose into the air.

The man coughed blood. One of his arms had been severed, while a massive wound gaped open across his abdomen. A broken sword was even lodged inside it.

Such wounds quickly formed a small pool of blood upon the ground.

Yet he did not die.

Instead, he leaned against the wall cursing loudly while gasping for breath.

The disciples gathered closer upon seeing the scene.

Someone recognized his clothing.

“He’s a disciple of the Sword Cleansing Pavilion.”

Sword Cleansing Pavilion was a righteous sect.

Immediately, someone could no longer bear it.

“We’re powerless to help the civilians within the manor, but we have to save him.”

“The key lies with the formation of Twin Su Manor. Elder Yue Han told us to remain here while she breaks the formation herself, right, Senior Sister Cheng?”

“Junior Brother Liu, we are members of the Twelve Orthodox Paths, disciples of Canglan Immortal Mountain. We cannot hide here living like cowards!”

Junior Brother Liu’s face flushed red.

“That’s not what I meant. I just don’t want to drag everyone down.”

“Then stay here while I go.”

“Senior Brother Wang, be careful!”

Senior Brother Wang wore a grave expression as he lowered his body and moved to open the door—

Only for Cheng Hua to press one hand against the door panel.

Displeasure and disappointment appeared on his face.

“Senior Sister Cheng, even you are like this?”

Cheng Hua replied:

“Take a closer look at his abdomen.”

Everyone froze.

They crowded toward the crack in the door to observe.

Only then did they discover the enormous wound in the man’s abdomen was actually wriggling grotesquely. Between the flesh and bones was an enormous fang-filled mouth chewing continuously.

And the sword embedded within his abdomen was not broken at all—

Rather, it was being chewed apart by that mouth inside his stomach, producing metallic crunching noises.

The man’s gasping was not cursing either.

Instead, he laughed with the sound of a crying infant.

“With my Blood Body Nurturing Sword... once my sword emerges, heaven and earth alike shall avoid my edge... The Taibai Sword Sect? Hehehehe, not worth even a single hair upon my body...”

At that moment,

Someone happened to descend nearby and swung a blade directly toward him.

But the Sword Cleansing Pavilion disciple appeared prepared already.

He suddenly pulled the broken sword from his abdomen!

At first the sword still looked metallic, but at the fractured section, it connected directly into his own spine. With this violent yank outward, he actually turned himself inside out!

He pulled his bloody skeleton and skull directly out through the enormous mouth in his abdomen!

The fleshless skull opened its jaws wide. During the swinging motion of the sword hilt, it bit directly into the attacker’s throat.

Ripppp!!!

Blood sprayed across the street.

Meanwhile, the Sword Cleansing Pavilion disciple returned his sword to its sheath—

Or more accurately, returned his flesh, bones, and organs back into his skin.

Then he resumed lying there exactly as before, muttering boastfully about his swordsmanship while waiting for the next prey.

Inside the house, the disciples felt chills race down their spines as they froze in place.

“What kind of evil art is this!?!”

“Even the Living Corpse Path doesn’t use methods this disgusting and bizarre. Is this really a technique from Sword Cleansing Pavilion??”

Cheng Hua replied expressionlessly:

“Your abilities are too poor to notice it. There’s something else inside these people.”

At this point, nobody cared anymore about how harshly her words struck the heart.

Everyone looked carefully, yet failed to discover anything unusual.

Even Cheng Hua herself could not explain it.

She simply felt these people differed from normal cultivators.

Not only that.

She could vaguely see that after the cultivator died earlier, something resembling a seed transformed into faint light and flew toward the summit of Twin Su Manor.

“Someone else is coming!”

Someone suddenly shouted.

Everyone looked over and saw two pretty female cultivators hiding fearfully in a corner, slowly advancing while dodging the cultivators battling to the death atop the rooftops.

“Red Water Profound Pearl, Divine Pill Transformation... Such rich medicinal aura. They’re cultivators of the Enchantress Path.”

“They don’t seem quite as...”

“Watch your words, Junior Sister! Didn’t you see the cultivator outside the door?! Something is wrong here! Extremely wrong! We wait until Elder Yue Han breaks the formation and seeks reinforcements!”

Cheng Hua focused her gaze upon them.

These two Enchantress Path cultivators also carried that same strange feeling, though it was not as severe.

Perhaps they could still be saved.

She steadied herself.

“All of you remain inside.”

Cheng Hua was merely informing them.

There was no room for discussion.

Before anyone could react, the door suddenly opened just enough for a beam of light to slip through before immediately closing again.

The Sword Cleansing Pavilion disciple leaning against the wall abruptly turned his head, preparing to reveal a sinister grin—

Only for a streak of sword light to sweep across his neck first. The upward curl of his lips froze instantly.

Gulu gulu—

His head rolled to the ground.

Cheng Hua’s white robes flowed like wind, ethereal and formless, as she advanced rapidly and landed before Song Zitan and her companion.

“Come with me.”

Song Zitan had already become like a startled bird.

First Fang Chang had terrified her out of her wits, and afterward she had experienced all manner of slaughter along the road. Instinctively, she nearly turned to flee.

Yet that exquisite, painting-like face of icy beauty before her captivated her instantly.

“Cheng Hua?!”

“You know me?”

“Half a year ago, I saw you at the appraisal gathering on Listening Wind Cliff.”

“Good. This place is not suitable for long stays. Follow me first—”

Cheng Hua suddenly turned and slashed with her sword.

Clang!

Sparks exploded outward.

A burly man attempting a sneak attack was blasted backward by the immense force while grinning viciously in midair.

“Beautiful little wo—”

Before he finished speaking, the great blade in his hand exploded into powder. The aftershock of the sword qi transformed into countless crystalline frost particles, instantly turning his head into a sieve.

Song Zitan froze in shock, staring blankly at Cheng Hua.

That had been a Fourth Realm cultivator.

Even if he was merely a rogue cultivator, wasn’t it a bit outrageous for a Third Realm female cultivator to one-shot him with a single sword strike?

But this strike also attracted the attention of others.

Out of the corner of their eyes, more and more figures turned to look this way.

“Senior Sister Cheng!”

Cheng Hua said nothing.

She had seen it as well.

“......”

They could no longer return to the house.

That had been a temporary talisman formation arranged by Perfected Yue Han. It excelled at concealment but lacked defensive strength. Once surrounded, the disciples inside would stand no chance against this group.

Suddenly, five or six streaks of faint light crossed the sky, like seeds flying toward the summit of Twin Su Manor.

At the same time, a heavenly thunderbolt descended.

It forcibly halted Perfected Yue Han’s upward charge toward the core of the formation.

Cheng Hua glanced at it briefly, her expression still unchanged.

“Head for the summit. There’s something there—perhaps the key lies within it.”