Chapter 259

The bright moon hanging high in the night sky seemed to completely lose its light at this moment!

On the ground, a sword light swept over, magnificent and vast, like a great sun rising from the edge of the earth and hanging in the sky, radiant and bright, as pure and flawless as glazed glass!

It contained the ultimate in tyranny, supremacy, and transcendence!

The sword qi rolled on like a wheel grinding over!

The qi surged to the Dipper and the Ox!

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

Huang Jianjiu's black hair flew wildly, he laughed to the heavens; before his laughter even arrived, his whole person seemed to have merged with the sword.

A Martial Saint can merge heaven and earth, wielding the power of heaven and earth for his own use!

At this moment, Huang Jianjiu's fleshly body was sufficient to bear this sword immortal's sword intent; in an instant, it was as if he fused with the intent, becoming one person and sword.

If it were his former self, his flesh not strong enough, forcibly merging with this sword would only shatter his body, break his bones, and then cause death.

But now he chose to fuse the corpse-curse seal of the middle of the Five Elders, freely accepting the Corpse God Sect's gift, refining his flesh into a Half-God Cursed Corpse; his flesh's toughness can now bear the sword immortal's sword intent endowed with Martial Saint-level power!

The Corpse God Sect's Jade Corpse rivals the Supreme Grand Master of the Top Three Flowers.

And a corpse comparable to a Martial Saint is a Half-God Corpse!

The flesh of a Half-God Corpse is immensely strong; every move seems to possess the will of the Six Desires Corpse God, not weaker than the attacks of a Martial Saint expert who manipulates heaven and earth's power!

Upon the flesh, death qi entwined, the intricate black-jade flower bloomed luxuriantly upon it, and the cold, still blood seemed to boil at this moment, radiant and stalwart!

The bursting blood and qi, the surging vigor, the soaring fierce qi—at this moment, even the blood in the vessels that had not yet solidified, still retaining vitality, was driven along and burst forth with terrifying power!

One sword, beheading!

Su Wuming, this Top Three Flowers-level grand master, had not even time to react before his head was lifted high.

Separated from his flesh, it was flung up to a height of ten zhang!

On Su Wuming's face, bewilderment still lingered, as if he had not expected Huang Jianjiu to directly surpass the Su family's Martial Saint and strike him down with a killing blow!

That magnificent, vast sword intent made his soul tremble, impossible to block.

This was not a sword he could defend against; it was a force of rank suppression that made him unable to even twitch a finger!

That was Martial Saint-level power!

Although the rank suppression of the martial way is not as strong and terrifying as the divine path, nor as absolute and irresistible,

but rank suppression still exists, and even after reaching the Martial Saint rank, the suppression grows stronger, because mobilizing heaven and earth's power leads to a leap that even reaches a crossing of life's level!

Huang Jianjiu's black hair was like black flames of death burning, and his ragged cloth garments at this moment became extraordinarily splendid!

Patterns blossomed across his black-jade skin, like god and like demon!

Half-God Cursed Corpse, death qi like a tide!

Bearing the sword immortal's sword qi, it carried a terrifying aspect that was both demonic and immortal!

Five fingers clenched, the sword qi trembled, the soundless sword light blazed dazzling to the eyes—it was so fast that sound could not keep up with the noise of the sword qi bursting forth!

Boom——!!!

Instantly the explosion rang out, brilliant like fireworks; the vast, white sword qi, magnificent and massive, completely shattered Su Wuming's headless flesh!

Whether the refined skin, tendons, bones, and flesh of an incomparably strong Top Three Flowers grand master, all were shattered into countless tiny fragments like sand and gravel under that one sword!

It burst forth a hazy blood mist!

Su Wuming's head was flung high, over ten zhang, his eyes wide with fury, the point between his brows throbbing, and his powerful primordial spirit power leapt forth!

"Ah——!!!"

"Huang Jianjiu!"

Su Wuming roared!

In an instant, the majestic divinity gathered in heaven and earth, a resplendent golden core rose high, like a great sun.

Within the great sun, there was the twisted, bare‑chested upper body of a joyful Buddha's divine aspect; with each inhale and exhale, the golden core swelled and shrank accordingly.

This is fetal respiration!

Su Wuming is not only a grand master of the top three flowers, but also a divine cultivator who has undergone fetal respiration metamorphosis!

Being able to rank third in the Qianyuan Divine Sect's True Transmission Record, his cultivation and combat ability are naturally not inferior; he was nurtured by the Su family's foundation accumulated over three thousand years of rising and falling tides.

In the Qianyuan Divine Sect's True Transmission Record, he has slain enough to plant his feet firmly!

However, Su Wuming has always been jealous, jealous of Huang Jianjiu's talent, jealous of his sword Dao aptitude!

Evidently both seemed to study the sword, but Huang Jianjiu, upon grasping his sword, could instantly comprehend the sword Dao, advancing a thousand miles in a day, leaving people in despair.

With such sword Dao talent, who could not feel despair?

Therefore Su Wuming wanted to destroy Huang Jianjiu; knowing Huang Jianjiu liked Zhu Qing, he schemed to join Huang Jianjiu and Zhu Qing's team, forming a trio. During a mission, he used his family's talent for seducing women to successfully win Zhu Qing's heart.

In cultivation talent he falls short of Huang Jianjiu, but in seducing women, the dull and boring Huang Jianjiu cannot compare—ten of him together still fall short of one Su Wuming.

He got his wish and obtained Zhu Qing, married her and brought her into his household, had her bear him a child, then used his family's secret art to drain Zhu Qing's talent and convert it into his own.

His talent rose, yet he was still overwhelmed by Huang Jianjiu; he grew furious, and each time he returned home he would torture Zhu Qing, feeling that her talent was simply not good enough to let him surpass Huang Jianjiu.

Later, in order to torment Huang Jianjiu and affect his cultivation state of mind,

He invited Huang Jianjiu into the Su mansion, where he saw the childhood sweetheart Zhu Qing that Huang Jianjiu constantly longed for.

Indeed as he had anticipated, Huang Jianjiu's mindset became tumultuous; he seemed to lose his vigor, began drinking heavily, started living in a drunken stupor, as if sinking into an abyss from which there is no return.

Su Wuming saw hope of catching up to Huang Jianjiu.

Alas, after all these years, Huang Jianjiu still presses down on him, completely consuming talent, leaving him feeling desperate and unable to catch his breath.

Even though he later openly married several talented women, breaking their palace sands and sucking dry their talent, he still could not catch up!

He loathed all talented people, resenting only that Huang Jianjiu is not a woman, otherwise he would surely have sucked his talent dry!

And now, Huang Jianjiu appears before him.

He actually launched a frenzied assault on the Su family, swinging a sword at the Su family's martial sage, and then…… slashing a sword at him!

Huang Jianjiu—!

His fleshly body was cut to extinction, Su Wuming's primordial spirit trembled, anger reaching the extreme, his voice also trembled!

The strong primordial spirit of the Fetal Breath Metamorphosis rumbled and shook, the Golden Core burst forth with splendid radiance!

Numerous primordial spirit forces surged, as if turning into a long blade burning with desire-flame, the blade inch by inch drawn from the waist of the reclining Happy Buddha within the Golden Core.

Su Wuming clearly understood that at this moment Huang Jianjiu had fallen into the netherworld, transformed into a demigod corpse, and furthermore grasped the sword intent of the Guide Sword Immortal Deity, unmatched and invincible in martial terms!

He simply cannot resist it!

The only thing he can do is to use the divine cultivation of the Fetal Breath Metamorphosis to resist for a moment!

Waiting for the Su family's Martial Saint and Divine Fetus Great Cultivator to come to the rescue!

Only in this way...

Only then can he live!

Buzz—

The invisible, primordial‑spirit‑burning long blade hummed!

As the Desire Blade was drawn inch by inch from the Happy Buddha, the ultimate sharpness burst forth from Su Wuming's Golden Core, as if it would cleave the heavens!

Su Wuming's primordial spirit burned with blazing primordial‑spirit fire!

Amidst the leaping flames, the blade light surged, carrying endless desire as it slashed toward Huang Jianjiu, who had entered the divine and demonic state!

Boom—!!!

That was a slash aimed at the primordial spirit, which actually erupted with a thunderous roar!

The blade light shone brilliant, like a splendid sun, silently cleaving the void in an instant; desire burned like fire, the blade light fell like a waterfall!

Within a ten‑zhang radius of Su Wuming's ferociously falling head, nothing but the blade light raged, sharp energy tearing the air, emitting a dragon‑like roar and tiger‑like howl!

This Desire Blade, formed from the Primordial Spirit Secret Technique, was slashed forth!

Su Wuming felt a long‑lost sense of clarity and exhilaration!

This is the talent he has devoured, displaying his most proud slash!

All of his thoughts, vigor, fighting spirit, and desire were merged and released in that slash!

This slash, if Huang Jianjiu had not wielded the Sword Immortal's sword intent nor transformed into a demigod cursed corpse,

he would have confidence to defeat Huang Jianjiu.

Ascending to second place on the True Transmission Record!

However.

Facing this ultimate splendid Desire Slash, Huang Jianjiu's black eyes shifted their scarlet pupils, revealing a hint of contempt and a hint of indifference.

His five fingers hooked, flickering and changing in the void, he snapped a finger.

As if plucking a dazzling gleam of proud flame from the vast sun, he flicked his finger out.

A humming, singing sword brilliance swept across, twisting the air and tearing the sound waves!

Su Wuming's Desire Slash shattered and collapsed in an instant!

Crushed by that clearly ethereal yet overwhelmingly domineering Sword Immortal sword intent!

Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, like a mayfly shaking a tree!

Su Wuming felt that his lifetime's proudest slash, before this sword light...

Insignificant, like a grain of sand in the vast sea!

Why...

How could it be like this?

Genius, does it mean one can do as one pleases?

The sword light flickered, shifting instantly, as if a reclusive Sword Immortal pointed a sword, within the sword myriad changes, countless births and deaths!

The Primordial Spirit Slash, accompanied by Su Wuming's primordial spirit...

together were cut to extinction by sword qi.

As if a deity blew a breath.

Instead, they turned to ashes and smoke.

Su Wuming's primordial spirit screamed in terror, then fell silent, its will eroded.

His primordial spirit Golden Core cracked; within it, the Happy Buddha Divine Form transformed from the Fetal Breath Metamorphosis screamed as a brilliant sword light flashed through, instantly splitting it in two!

Pop—!!

A primordial spirit Golden Core exploded in mid‑air, turning into flying ash; countless divinities burst forth, spreading across the sky like an invisible, translucent ripple of rings rolling on!

Su Wuming, completely dead!

Huang Jianjiu didn't even glance at the spot where Su Wuming had vanished into blood mist.

Even though he had wanted to kill Su Wuming for many years.

But now that he had truly killed Su Wuming, he appeared very calm and composed, his heart undisturbed.

At his brow, a strand of pure white sword qi burned slowly like an incense stick.

He simply didn't have time to lament Su Wuming's death.

He had little time left.

Huang Jianjiu's black hair flowed like a waterfall as he strode through mid‑air; he only wanted to kill more of the Su family's dogs.

Over the years of investigation, the more he investigated, the clearer it became just how corrupt the background of the foremost clan of Qianyuan Dao City was; such a colossal entity had long been riddled with hidden sores.

Perhaps because the Talent‑Absorbing Secret Technique let the Su family's descendants feel the pleasure of effortless gain, they began to frantically test various methods.

They continuously captured talented women; to avoid drawing attention in Dao City, they would even reach out from other cities, seizing women into the Su family manor. Whether commoner prodigies or talented maidens from minor clans, they would try all kinds of methods, attempting to obtain enhancement and transplantation of talent.

Moreover, in pursuit of diversity in talent, they would select all kinds of talented girls, from five-year-old girls up to thirty-year-old leftover women, letting none slip through.

As long as there is talent, as long as it is a perfect body, they will become their target.

Huang Jianjiu, the more he investigated, the more shocking it became.

His chest protruded high, as if a mouthful of stagnant qi was turning, rolling, roaring, and howling.

The sword in his hand was being transmitted, hissing and shouting!

Su Wuming's death was only the beginning.

He wanted to kill many, many things worse than pigs and dogs.

He wanted to cut away all the hidden sores covering this three-thousand-year-old great clan that rises and falls with the tides!

Huang Jianjiu's eyes lit up as he gazed upon the board woven of heaven and earth mist, and upon the mysterious ink city on the board that enveloped the Su family patriarch, a Martial Saint who had opened one.

He did not know how long the Bull Demon could hold out.

Although he had hired a Stellar Assassin from the Hunter God Pavilion, exhausting his assets.

Although he had persuaded the Grand Elder Fang Hanshu of the Qianyuan Divine Sect to block the Su family's greatest foundation, that Martial Saint who had opened two, Su Leiba who opened the Gang Qi rivers and seas…

But the time left for him is truly not much.

Huang Jianjiu spat out a mouthful of sword qi like a thunderclap.

The resplendent Sword Immortal's sword in his hand, like a blazing sun, moved fiercely, he swung it violently, Huang Jianjiu standing amidst the sword light, deathly qi and corpse qi rolling about, as if gods and demons danced with the immortal sword!

Pfft——!

Accompanied by a blooming blood-colored flower, a head fell.

Even his primordial spirit was pierced by the sword qi, annihilated and slain!

That was a Su family Divine Primordial True Person at the Yuanshen Shedding realm, his strength not weak, yet at this moment merely a casual sword qi sufficed to slay him!

A cry of shock and anger exploded!

Many strongmen of the Su family had their hairs stand on end, panic surging, their eyes revealing disbelief and horror.

In just a single encounter, Su Wuming, whose head bore three flowers and whose divine fetal breath, was slain!

Is this still a person?

No, at this moment Huang Jianjiu is a Martial Saint!

A Martial Saint wielding a thread of Sword Immortal intent!

His rank is so high that nothing can stop him!

Flee!

The Su family cultivators scattered like monkeys when a tree falls, each fleeing as disaster loomed!

They madly rushed in all directions, speeding away!

Huang Jianjiu's hair flew upward, his crimson eyes flashing a disdainful sneer.

This is what aristocratic heirs are!

Merely pigs and dogs!

Huang Jianjiu's sword qi surged forth, a single strike pressing down like a mighty river's waves, like an overflowing waterfall of sword qi, sweeping wildly outward!

All Su family cultivators were completely enveloped by his sword qi!

Huang Jianjiu landed on the ground, naturally holding his sword horizontally and laughing to the heavens.

He pushed open the stopper of his wine gourd, covered in sword marks, with his thumb, and drank.

He was laughing loudly.

He was killing people.

……

……

Boom——!!!

In the night sky, it seemed as if thunder exploded, rolling and rumbling.

The Residence of the Temple Suppression Office.

He was reviewing the case files of the Temple Suppression Office's garrison commanders uploaded from the various Guiyi Miao of Qianyuan Dao City, analyzing the situations of those Guiyi Miao.

Suddenly, thunder boomed, as if a sword intent sought to tear open the night sky!

Although it was very faint, as if concealed by some powerful and mysterious force, yet the eyes of Yuwen Wenlong, who constantly dealt with sword qi, suddenly narrowed.

His figure flickered and appeared on the roof of an office building of the Temple Suppression Office.

Amid the flying eaves and upturned corners, he stood there, his robe fluttering, his stalwart physique outlining streaks.

The pervasive qi and blood seemed to merge with heaven and earth, transforming into a howling beacon.

"This is... the divine sword intent of the temple god of the Lü Xuan Sword Immortal Guiyi Miao?!"

"Who is it?"

Yuwen Wenlong's foot stomped down, the void seeming to ripple like invisible waves.

His powerful body burst through layers of white qi waves, his speed like a black thunderbolt beneath moonlight, racing across the land.

In the southeast corner of Qianyuan Dao City stands a Guiyi Miao.

The Temple Suppression Office has set up many outposts here, rows of white tents dotting the area around the Guiyi Miao shrouded in black ghostly mist, like white flowers.

The cordon was drawn, sealing off all areas involving the ghostly gates, ghostly mist, and Guiyi Miao.

This is the third Guiyi Miao of the Five Elders rank under the Temple Suppression Office in Qianyuan Dao City.

【Six Desires Exorcising Evil Lü Xuan Sword Immortal】 Guiyi Miao!

As soon as Yuwen Wenlong appeared, the many supervisors and commanders of the Temple Suppression Office guarding the Guiyi Miao rushed forth.

"Chief Superintendent!"

The divine attendants stood in neat formation, clasping their fists.

Yuwen Wenlong's eyes narrowed, a hint of strange color flashing in his gaze: "Where is the Feng Governor's Office?"

"The Feng Governor's Office is still stationed in the Mysterious Gate, temporarily not returned; may I send someone into the Mysterious Gate to deliver a message, asking the Feng Governor to return?"

A supervisor cupped their fists and asked.

Yuwen Wenlong waved his hand: "No need."

"I merely just sensed a sharp sword intent, extremely similar to that of Lü Xuan the Sword Immortal, which is why I came specially to the Guiyi Miao to have a look."

"Now it seems, it's probably not……"

Suddenly.

As Yuwen Wenlong's words fell, a rolling rumbling sound echoed.

However, the mysterious mist before the Guiyi Miao seemed to be sliced in half by a single blade, splitting into two.

A tall and sturdy figure, his whole body entwined with dragon‑blood‑colored blade light, slowly stepped out.

With each step he took, it seemed to make heaven and earth rumble and tremble, a sound that made one's heart feel as if it would shatter in sync with his footsteps.

Even Yuwen Wenlong couldn't help but feel a glare, a slight glare.

"Feng Zhuqi!"

Yuwen Wenlong's heart trembled slightly, the blood and qi aura surrounding him almost unable to resist being scattered.

The Martial Saint Four Realms—Opening Human Elixir, Opening Qi Sea, Opening Mountain Path, and Opening Heaven Gate—each breakthrough shatters the limits of the human body, ushering in a transcendence beyond the mundane!

Feng Zhuqi has long been stationed in the Sword Immortal Mysterious Gate, his strength immensely powerful; he is dispatched by the Shendu Temple Garrison Office to guard Qianyuan Dao City as its greatest foundation.

Feng Zhuqi is an unparalleled martial warrior of the Martial Saint Three Open Realms; having opened the Mountain Path three times, while some remain at the mountain's base and some on the mountainside, Feng Zhuqi… is already about to reach the summit!

"Governor Yuwen, what you sensed is not wrong……"

"That sword intent is indeed that of the Sword Immortal; the little fellow borrowed it from the divine body of the Sword Immortal Temple."

Feng Zhuqi's voice was coarse and deep, like a great bell ringing and reverberating.

"Now it seems, that little fellow has chosen to use……"

Feng Zhuqi's gaze deepened as he looked toward the Su family's direction; faintly, he seemed to see a spiraling Heaven and Earth Chessboard, blocking investigation and sight.

However, the Sword Immortal's sword intent is truly too fierce, like a blazing scorching sun, shining through the Heaven and Earth Chessboard.

Of course, there is also a reason: the controller of the Heaven and Earth Chessboard has relaxed his mind at this moment.

Yuwen Wenlong raised an eyebrow: "Huang Jianjiu?"

"Yes, it's him."

Yuwen Wenlong took a deep breath.

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