Chapter 57 : The Arrival of the Sword Saint

Chapter 57: The Arrival of the Sword Saint

Just as Li Yunqing rode in a carriage and entered the Inner City,

in the Outer City, at a hidden stronghold of the God-Worship Sect, there was deathly silence.

The middle-aged man seated at the head of the hall wore a gloomy expression, his gaze sweeping continuously over the five figures below.

“You’re saying that after half a month of effort, the epidemic that had just begun to take shape was resolved by her in a single day?”

Hearing these words, the five below trembled in unison and all lowered their heads.

That was an epidemic!

Under normal circumstances, wouldn’t one need to examine pulses, conduct analysis, prepare medicine, and try repeatedly before finding a cure?

Not to mention over ten days—at the very least, it should take five or six days, right?

Even if one had studied under a Divine Physician, it shouldn’t be this outrageous.

But reality was exactly like this.

The epidemic they had painstakingly engineered, intending to disrupt the prefectural city and lure out that Supreme Spiritual Prodigy to seize her—

had just begun to scale up when it was completely resolved by that woman in a single day.

From beginning to end, they hadn’t even had a chance to act.

“Divine Envoy, should we contact the Zhou Family and directly enter the Inner City to seize her?”

One person raised his head and spoke cautiously.

That Supreme Spiritual Prodigy was far too troublesome—she rarely went out, and even when she did, it was only between the Martial Hall and her home.

There was simply no opportunity to strike.

The last and only opportunity had cost the God-Worship Sect three experts and over a dozen martial artists who had entered the ranks.

Among them was even one at Initial Realm Perfection. Although his identity was that of an illegitimate son of the Zhou Family, on the surface he was still one of theirs.

Such individuals were few even within the God-Worship Sect in Qingzhou City.

“After that illegitimate son of the Zhou Family died last time, the Zhou Family erased all traces precisely to avoid giving the Jiang Family any leverage!”

“Now, even if we inform them, they wouldn’t dare act!”

The old man at the head spoke gloomily and helplessly, “Forget it. When that old man of the Qin Family dies and Qingzhou City falls into chaos, we’ll seize the opportunity to capture her.”

“For now, stay low. Don’t cause any more trouble. Focus on expanding the followers.”

The ambush outside the city last time had provoked the three great families and the Demon Suppression Division to jointly purge the sect’s followers. Although it hadn’t harmed the true members,

without those followers as cover, their actions had become far more inconvenient.

As for the Supreme Spiritual Prodigy, the God-Worship Sect had never given up—they simply couldn’t find the right opportunity to act.

They had never imagined that capturing a single woman would be so difficult.

As for directly entering the Inner City to seize her—that would be suicide.

The Outer City might have lax inspections; with some silver, one could even leave the city.

But in the Inner City, once unrest occurred, the gates would be sealed immediately—no one would be able to leave.

Especially since that daughter of the Li Family was the Jiang Family’s fiancée. Any movement would likely alert the Jiang Family instantly.

The God-Worship Sect did not have many strong experts. Causing small disturbances was one thing, but facing the three great families head-on would only lead to their destruction.

Unless they invited the descent of the god they worshipped—but even then, there was still the Demon Suppression Division.

“Yes, Divine Envoy!”

The five responded with lowered heads, all secretly letting out sighs of relief.

Attacking the Li Family in the Inner City truly meant courting death—unless they could suppress the chaos instantly before it even formed.

But for the Li Family to stand firm in the Inner City, there must certainly be experts at Initial Realm Perfection—and more than one.

Along with hundreds of guards, who among them dared claim they could suppress everything in an instant?

“Creak…”

The carriage, escorted by forty guards, slowly entered the Li Residence.

“Five Elements Secret Manual.”

Inside the carriage, Li Yunqing’s brows moved slightly as she flipped through the book in her hands.

This had been sent by Qin Yu before she left, along with three rank-entry sword techniques.

Unfortunately, most Immortal Dao techniques were recorded in jade slips, relying on Magical Power and Divine Sense for transmission.

Now, with the backlash of heaven and earth, many jade slips had long been destroyed and rendered useless.

What remained were mostly widely circulated and rather ordinary texts from the era of the Immortal Dao.

“It’s just a Five Elements cultivation method, along with some ordinary Five Elements spells.”

Looking at the contents of the Five Elements Secret Manual, Li Yunqing glanced at her panel with disappointment.

“Five Elements Secret Manual (Not Initiated 0/30)”

This Five Elements Secret Manual was worlds apart from the Medicine King Scripture. Even compared to the Frost Sword Art, it fell somewhat short.

“Better than nothing. When I have time, I can grind it a bit and derive its traits.”

“As for these three rank-entry sword techniques, I can practice them tomorrow.”

The next day.

In the side room of the small courtyard of the Medical Hall.

Jiang Jing sat cross-legged in a wooden tub, his eyes fixed directly on Li Yunqing.

Looking at her figure, which had become even more rounded and alluring, the corners of his lips twitched slightly. A trace of amusement and provocation flashed in his eyes.

He muttered softly, “What have you been eating? It’s only been a few days, and they’ve gotten a bit bigger again?”

Li Yunqing’s body stiffened slightly. Then, with a flick of her hand, silver needles flashed and instantly covered Jiang Jing’s head and back.

“Hiss!”

Feeling the crude and forceful technique, Jiang Jing sucked in a cold breath, gritting his teeth as his entire body trembled violently.

This time, the pain was several times worse than before.

Even someone like Jiang Jing, who had long endured the torment of cold poison, couldn’t withstand it at this moment.

He wanted to speak, but discovered that at some point, he could no longer produce any sound.

Even his body seemed to be controlled by those tiny silver needles, unable to move in the slightest.

For a moment, he felt as if there were over a dozen blades within his body,

slowly slicing flesh and scraping bone, like being cut into a thousand pieces.

“What a fiery temper!”

Jiang Jing’s entire body tensed, cold sweat pouring down as regret surfaced in his heart.

Teasing her on purpose—was he going to be tortured to death here?

Li Yunqing remained expressionless, showing no trace of emotion, yet her actions were extremely rough as she began to draw out the cold poison.

This time, she showed no concern for Jiang Jing’s body at all, directly extracting three strands of cold poison.

At that instant, the hot water in the tub froze solid, and frost filled the surrounding air.

Even Jiang Jing’s body below the chest was directly frozen within the tub.

As the cold poison was extracted, Li Yunqing showed no mercy—pulling it out as if tearing bones and extracting marrow.

Such pain was unbearable even for Jiang Jing; the sensation in his body was magnified several times over.

At the very beginning, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted directly in the tub.

“And here I thought you could endure more?”

“That’s all it took?”

Seeing this, Li Yunqing felt speechless and directly began circulating the Medicine King Scripture.

“Buzz!”

The icy cold poison instantly spread across her body, causing the surrounding air to freeze,

as though she had been cloaked in frost and snow.

“Medicine King Scripture Experience +30”

“Medicine King Scripture Experience +30”

Before long, the familiar tingling, itching, and numbing sensations rose once more from her bones and spread throughout her body.

Her Yin Spirit left her body, isolating the physical sensations as she immersed herself in transforming and comprehending the cold poison.

After a long while.

Li Yunqing opened her eyes, and a line of text flashed before her.

“Frost Sword Art Experience +355.”

“Frost Sword Art (Mastery 2056/3000)”

“Medicine King Scripture Experience +318.”

“Medicine King Scripture (Mastery 318/5000)”

“Strength: Middle Tier of the Initial Realm (44% → 55%)”

“Frost Sword Intent: Initiated (55% → 72%)”

“Yin Spirit: Minor Accomplishment (42% → 45%)”

“My Sword Intent is almost at Minor Accomplishment!”

“The Frost Sword Art is also close to Major Completion.”

Looking at her gains, Li Yunqing’s brows curved with a smile. She glanced at Jiang Jing, who was still unconscious, and walked straight out of the room.

With Jiang Jing’s strength, he probably wouldn’t freeze to death—or die from pain.

She couldn’t be bothered with him anymore.

He looked cold and ruthless on the outside, like a killing god, but inside he was shameless and scheming.

If he didn’t suffer a bit, he probably wouldn’t learn his lesson.

“At this rate… if I extract three more strands of cold poison next time, his cold poison will be completely cured!”

“No… the cold poison can be cured, but I must plant another poison just in case!”

With that thought, Li Yunqing did not hesitate. She turned and entered the pharmacy, beginning to prepare poison.

For someone who appeared cold but was actually sharp-tongued and dark-hearted, she had to be on guard.

No—it would be better to say that no amount of caution would be excessive.

And just as the poison had been administered to Jiang Jing and she stepped out of the room,

a series of footsteps approached from afar at the courtyard entrance.

Li Yunqing instinctively turned her head.

She saw Hall Master Liu, Lu Xingzhou, and a tall, refined-looking middle-aged man enter the courtyard one after another.

Like Lu Xingzhou, he wore a spotless white robe.

His face showed no signs of age—he didn’t look like someone in his forties, but rather in his thirties.

His complexion was fair, without a beard. His expression wasn’t cold, but instead carried a kind of natural, unadorned gentleness.

Only his eyes seemed to contain an invisible sharpness, as if they could see straight into one’s heart.

“So he is the Sword Saint of Cangshan?”