Chapter 250: Secrets

Facing the abbot of Luoshen Peak’s question, Li Muxian shook his head, his gaze fixed on the man encircled by thunder, and said:

“Don’t ask. Not a single bit will be spared.”

Upon hearing this, the abbot of Luoshen Peak’s expression darkened instantly.

He studied the unnaturally young man before him—whose martial cultivation was absurdly powerful—through the rolling thunder, his expression shifting uncertainly, and said:

“You’re so young yet already possess martial cultivation surpassing the four supreme sects of the martial world. Your future achievements are incalculable; you may even become the fourth Martial God in history, and the sole Martial God of the Great Li Dynasty.”

Hearing this, Li Muxian remained utterly unmoved. He merely faced the abbot of Luoshen Peak and slowly raised his palm.

Seeing this, the abbot of Luoshen Peak’s face turned pale. The thunder swirling around him surged wildly, gathering before his chest.

At the same time, he frantically searched for a strategy.

Previously, even three Elders working together had failed to break Li Muxian’s defense, yet this young man could effortlessly pin them down with just one finger.

Now, to fight him to the death would be nearly hopeless, and if he tried to flee, he could never escape the man’s pursuit.

“Wait!”

The abbot of Luoshen Peak suddenly cried out urgently:

“Your future martial path will surely reach the pinnacle, but you cannot surpass those three Martial Gods. Yet I hold a method that can make you surpass even them.”

At these words, Li Muxian’s palm, raised halfway, halted. For the first time, he regarded the abbot of Luoshen Peak with serious attention.

Then he lowered his palm, ceased his attack, and narrowed his eyes slightly:

“Interesting. Tell me—what method do you have that can make me surpass the Martial Gods?”

Of course, Li Muxian wasn’t truly interested in surpassing the Martial Gods—he cared about transcending the martial Dao.

Since the abbot claimed to possess a method, he wouldn’t ignore it. He’d listen carefully.

After all, if it truly helped him, it would be an unexpected boon.

At this moment, seeing Li Muxian stop his attack and appear genuinely intrigued, the abbot of Luoshen Peak secretly exhaled in relief.

He stared at Li Muxian through the thunder, paused, then said:

“Of course, the method is no problem—but this secret is the most vital mystery of Luoshen Peak, known only to its abbot throughout history.”

“So you must first let me go, guarantee you won’t pursue or kill me, and promise to preserve Luoshen Peak’s foundation. Only then will I hand you the method myself.”

Having spoken, the abbot of Luoshen Peak narrowed his eyes and waited for Li Muxian’s reply.

He knew well: for a martial genius as rare as Li Muxian, his talent was unparalleled, his progress unimaginably swift.

Yet this also bred extreme arrogance in his cultivation—he hadn’t reached the pinnacle, but already viewed it as within reach.

Human desire is endless. Having seen the end of his martial path, he would inevitably crave to go even further.

Thus, what he had just said would be irresistibly alluring to him.

At this moment, after hearing the abbot’s words, Li Muxian gave him an odd look and shook his head:

“You’re still making demands? And three of them?”

Hearing this, the abbot of Luoshen Peak’s gaze darkened. He too shook his head:

“I’m merely protecting myself. And Luoshen Peak’s secret concerns the power to control thunder, wind, and fire—as you’ve seen. I don’t believe you’re uninterested.”

“Moreover, I am the only person alive who knows this secret. Kill me, and you’ll never learn it.”

The abbot of Luoshen Peak knew Li Muxian was hooked. The initiative now lay in his hands. He was certain the young man would eventually yield.

Yet what he hadn’t expected was that Li Muxian suddenly laughed:

“Actually, there’s no need for all this trouble. I have a faster method.”

As he spoke, Li Muxian’s figure vanished instantly from his spot.

The next instant, the vortex of thunderous plasma shielding the abbot of Luoshen Peak was cleaved in two by a blade of light, invincible and unyielding.

The blade seemed capable of burning stars and splitting the sky. The violet lightning plasma shattered like rotten silk, severed like decaying wood. In an instant, the surging thunder plasma burst like a dam breaking, surging wildly to either side.

Then, violet lightning fragments exploded across the heavens, countless residual sparks twisting like dying silver serpents, slowly fading into the cloud sea.

At the same time, the abbot of Luoshen Peak saw Li Muxian appear before him as if in an instant.

His expression turned utterly terrified. He immediately tried to attack and retreat at once.

But Li Muxian merely pointed a finger through the air—and the abbot froze, utterly unable to move a muscle.

A powerful aura enveloped him, pinning him immobile within the clouds.

……

Soon, several talisman lights quietly sank into the abbot of Luoshen Peak’s body.

Li Muxian watched the abbot, now marked by the Life-Death Talisman, and activated it with a thought.

The abbot was not his senior disciple—he could not transfer pain or injury via his innate divine ability.

Thus, the agony of ten thousand ants gnawing at his flesh seized him. He couldn’t endure it long. Under Li Muxian’s torment, he confessed everything Li Muxian wished to know.

“So there really is a method? I was just doubting you were bluffing.”

Li Muxian’s eyes flashed with sharp light as he looked at the abbot before him.

The man’s face was deathly pale, his whole body trembling violently—the lingering agony of the Life-Death Talisman still ravaging him.

He looked up at Li Muxian, struggling to speak:

“I’ve told you everything you wanted. Won’t you now honor your promise and let me go…?”

But before he finished, Li Muxian casually flicked his finger—and the abbot’s body flew backward instantly.

Simultaneously, a blood hole pierced through his forehead, front to back. Thus ended the abbot of Luoshen Peak, one of the Four Supreme Sects of the Great Li martial world.

BOOM!

The abbot’s corpse crashed from the stormy sky, slamming into a ditch beside the Baixiang Pavilion.

Before this, the ditch already held the corpses of four Luoshen Peak Elders, including the black-robed old man.

Li Muxian descended onto the rooftop of the Baixiang Pavilion. He glanced down at the ditch, counted the heads, and confirmed that the strongest figures of Luoshen Peak were all dead here.

“The rest should be handled without my intervention. If the Tianjin Guard Commander can’t deal with the remaining peaks, he deserves to be stripped of his post.”

Li Muxian extracted all the divine blood from the four corpses, then turned his gaze toward the main peak of Luoshen Peak.

After learning the secret concerning innate divine abilities from the abbot, he still needed to visit the main peak to retrieve one crucial item.

Meanwhile, in a tavern not far from the Baixiang Pavilion, the hemp-clad elder, Lin Xuner, and the squatting black cat sat in silence.

Li Muxian had single-handedly crushed four of Luoshen Peak’s strongest figures, including its abbot.

They had witnessed it all. Earlier, when Li Muxian had pinned down Chi Huo Elder with a single finger, it had already been astonishing.

Now, facing four opponents no weaker than Chi Huo Elder, he still showed no strain—and crushed them all with a single finger.

To the hemp-clad elder and Lin Xuner, these beings were terrifying monsters who could crush them with one finger. Yet to Li Muxian, they were utterly insignificant.

“Meow!”

Suddenly, the black cat stood on all fours and meowed, breaking the tavern’s silence and snapping the elder and Lin Xuner out of their stupor.

But the black cat paid them no mind. It leapt off the tavern roof with a single push and sprinted swiftly toward Li Muxian atop the Baixiang Pavilion.

“Luoshen Peak… is finished!”

The hemp-clad elder stared at the black cat’s retreating figure and muttered involuntarily.

Lin Xuner said nothing. Even now, she found it hard to believe they had witnessed the fall of one of the Four Supreme Sects.

They had seen one man crush an entire top-tier sect’s elite—this scene would echo through the martial world forever.

“I’m starting to wonder if anyone in this world can truly stand against him.”

Lin Xuner stared into the night at Li Muxian, then dug her small fingers into her scalp, as if trying to shake herself awake.

Hearing this, the hemp-clad elder shook his head and sighed:

“Perhaps. Fortunately, I have little time left. Had I seen this in my youth, my martial heart would have shattered on the spot.”

Then he suddenly turned sharply to Lin Xuner and warned in a low voice:

“Li Young Master’s cultivation is an anomaly. Don’t let it make you lose heart. Don’t abandon your pursuit of the martial Dao.”

Lin Xuner frowned, then spread her palms:

“Grandpa, you know I have no ambition in martial cultivation.”

“My only goal is to avenge my sister. Once I’ve settled that debt, even if I never advance another step—or lose all my skills—I won’t care.”

Hearing this, the hemp-clad elder’s expression hardened. He rebuked sharply:

“Don’t speak such nonsense. You’ve been granted the Eight Wilderness Sole Sovereign Divine Art—that’s a divine opportunity countless martial artists would kill for. Your future in cultivation will surpass mine. How can you speak of giving up so lightly?”

Lin Xuner pouted, tore her gaze from Li Muxian atop the Baixiang Pavilion, and sighed:

“No matter how hard I train, I’ll never beat him.”

The hemp-clad elder opened his mouth to scold again—but then he froze, as if remembering something. He exclaimed:

“I nearly forgot! With the abbot and the others dead, we can now go to Bailian Peak for revenge.”

At once, Lin Xuner sprang to her feet. A chilling aura of killing intent surged from her tiny frame.

She turned instantly toward the direction of Bailian Peak.

“Don’t rush. Before we leave, we must inform Li Young Master and gain his permission.”

The hemp-clad elder placed a hand on Lin Xuner’s shoulder and moved to take her to the Baixiang Pavilion at once.

But just then, a terrifying martial aura surged from afar, arriving in an instant above the street where they stood.

The hemp-clad elder halted instantly, looked up—and frowned:

“No way. Are there still Luoshen Peak fools stupid enough to come here and die?”

Meanwhile, Fu Qiwén stepped through empty air. Each step sent ripples through the void, carrying him dozens of zhang forward until he appeared above Bailian City.

Since entrusting the assault on Yuxing City to Hu Rui’an, Fu Qiwén had expended vast amounts of true qi to rush here, hoping to arrive before the abbot and others acted—to lend Li Muxian a hand.

But clearly, he was too late.

But the good news was that, on his way to Bailian City, he had faintly sensed that the aura of the Lord of Luoshen Peak and the three cultivators who had acted had all vanished in quick succession.

This stirred a certain suspicion in Fu Qiwén’s mind, yet his reason continually reminded him that such a suspicion was far too unbelievable.

At this moment, Fu Qiwén, who had already arrived above Bailian City, looked down at the streets below.

After several battles, the entire district lay in ruins, nearly reduced to rubble—yet the six-story brothel, Baixiang Pavilion, stood untouched amid the destruction, showing not a single sign of damage.

“Ah, it’s Lord Fu. It’s been a while. You’ve arrived just in time.”

At that moment, Li Muxian’s voice drifted up from the rooftop of Baixiang Pavilion, softly reaching Fu Qiwén’s ears.

Fu Qiwén immediately moved his body, landing beside the rooftop of Baixiang Pavilion, standing in midair as he bowed to Li Muxian, who sat atop the ridge, and said:

“Your servant greets Your Highness.”

At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Li Muxian stroking a large black cat that crouched on the roof tiles beside him.

He bore not a single wound, not even a tear in his clothing, and emitted not a trace of martial qi.

Like the Eighth Imperial Prince he had met before, he appeared to be an utterly ordinary man with no martial cultivation whatsoever.

At this moment, Li Muxian seemed to sense Fu Qiwén’s gaze and waved his hand to dismiss the bow.

Then he pointed down at the ravine below and said:

“The matter I promised you has now been completed. Take a look for yourself—does Luoshen Peak still have any hidden experts left?”

Hearing this, Fu Qiwén immediately followed the direction of Li Muxian’s finger.

In an instant, he saw the pile of corpses in the ravine below.

From Zheng Yunfeng, the peak lord of Bailian Peak, to Chihuo Zunzhe, then to the Lord of Luoshen Peak and the three Zunzhe …

Fu Qiwén could clearly see them all, neatly arranged in the ravine below—and he noticed each one had died the same way: pierced through the skull by a single finger, one strike, fatal.

At this moment, if Fu Qiwén still did not understand what had happened, he would be utterly oblivious.

Yet he forced himself to suppress his shock, drew a deep, heavy breath, then looked at Li Muxian and bowed again to ask:

“Were all these people killed by Your Highness?”

Li Muxian glanced at him, then asked:

“Any survivors?”

(End of Chapter)