Chapter 263: Netherworld Wine Sword Immortal, drunken even without wine, Netherworld gods jointly feast on the Martial Saint [Seek Mo

264. Chapter 261 Netherworld Wine Sword Immortal, drunken even without wine, Netherworld gods jointly feast on the Martial Saint 【Seek Monthly Ticket】

Moonlight gently showered.

Li Che removed the mask, his burly frame's bones crackling, and he also shrank back to his normal size.

Strong qi and blood swirled, the mighty aura fully retracted; in an instant, he went from an unparalleled ferocious beast to an honest, dutiful Divine Eagle Master.

"Welcome back."

"Sword Saint, Huang Jianjiu."

Li Che said with a smile, his gentle voice like a spring breeze.

Huang Jianjiu stared, then broke into a smile, his eyes involuntarily showing gratitude.

He had too many regrets; he actually did not want to die.

Only when facing death did he realize who the person he cherished deep in his heart was.

"Thank you, my lord."

Huang Jianjiu sincerely clasped his fists in salute; even though... he knew that having been revived, he now followed only Li Che, his fate under Li Che's control.

Just being able to come back to life is already quite good.

Moreover, as lord, Li Che, Huang Jianjiu felt... pretty good.

Li Che nodded, his fingers like hooks, took out a piece of spirit wood, the carving knife in his hand flipped, light flashing, wood shavings falling softly.

After a moment, a mask showing a twisting vortex took shape.

The centers of the two vortices were where the eyes would be revealed.

He threw the mask to Huang Jianjiu, who caught it, his face slightly stunned.

"Riding the sword on the wind, I slay demons between heaven and earth; with wine I wander carefree, without wine I am still drunk..."

"From now on."

"You are."

"Netherworld, Wine Sword Immortal."

Li Che said gently.

Huang Jianjiu startled, instantly savoring the verses Li Che had recited, his body trembling slightly as he threw his head back and burst into laughter.

The mask covered his face, sword qi erupting from the vortices in his eyes.

"Hahahaha!"

"With wine I wander carefree; without wine I am still drunk!"

"Good good good!"

"From now on, I, Huang Jianjiu, am the Netherworld Wine Sword Immortal."

The words having been spoken.

From Huang Jianjiu's sword case on his back, a sword light surged wildly upward, darting swiftly across the courtyard, stirring up turbulent sword qi!

In the distance.

Li Qingshan took a deep breath.

Every time he sees the Netherworld's miraculous resurrection methods, he feels utterly unbelievable!

Mastering this power of returning from death truly boggles the mind.

But this also greatly exhilarates Li Qingshan; what does it signify?

It signifies...

His Netherworld Cat Face can recklessly court death!

What's there to fear about death?

Among the Netherworld's ferocious beings, the thing they fear least is death!

Looking at him with the mask removed, his dark black hair flying, just like the twenty-one-year-old Old Spirit Child seen in Fēiléichéng back then—simple, honest, earnest...

Li Qingshan couldn't help but feel moved; the former Old Spirit Child had unknowingly grown to such heights.

Li Che must have earned the admiration of the Netherworld's top powerhouses and inherited their legacy!

Even now, Li Qingshan cannot imagine the heights Li Che will ultimately reach!

Now, joining forces with Huang Jianjiu, they can actually slay a Martial Saint!

What a terrifying record this is!

Martial Saint...

Li Qingshan dare not even think of it; placed in Jinguan Prefecture City, it would be an existence capable of sweeping aside everything.

And now, a Martial Saint has fallen into the hands of us Netherworld ferocious beings.

His Cat Face personally saw the Martial Saint to his end!

After Huang Jianjiu held his sword for a moment, the sword light retracted, and he intended to bid farewell to Li Che; he now eagerly wants to go find the boss's wife.

The only pity is...

Now he has become a Captured God; although revived, it seems he can no longer have children with the boss's wife.

Huang Jianjiu smacked his lips, really wanting a drink to dispel his sorrow; he didn't cherish it when he had it, but now that it's gone... he knows regret.

Li Che watched the hurried Huang Jianjiu about to leave, knowing what he wanted to do.

The boss's wife, upon learning that Huang Jianjiu still had a chance to be revived, without hesitation chose to take a gamble, handing Huang Jianjiu's corpse over to Li Che; although she feared Niu Mo was a cheat, coming to swindle Huang Jianjiu's corpse, upon reflection, as a mere mortal she could not possibly guard Huang Jianjiu's corpse.

And Niu Mo's courteous greeting made her feel she could take a gamble.

"Not in a hurry."

Li Che said gently.

"Ay, my lord, you have a wife, of course you're not in a hurry..."

Huang Jianjiu said anxiously.

Li Che laughed and simply explained the situation on the boss lady's side.

"You still have a grand feast…… if you miss it, you'll greatly regret it."

Li Che looked at Huang Jianjiu with a half‑smile.

In the next instant, his fingers flicked, the void ripped open, and corpse chunks imbued with vast and powerful martial will tumbled out from the fissures.

Like chunks of iron heated to a searing red, they burst forth with terrifying heat, warping the air!

In the distance, Li Qing Shan, having removed his cat‑face mask, sucked in a breath; even from that far away, he already felt a terrifying, scorching, burning aura.

Just the lingering martial will alone seemed like it would smash his mind to pieces!

Martial Saint corpse!

The corpse of Su Wenxi of the Su family, sliced into nine pieces by Huang Jianjiu's heaven‑shaking sword, forged from twenty years of sword immortal sword intent.

Huang Jianjiu's constricted deity frowned, sword qi swirling violently around him, not leaving easily but instead staring at the Martial Saint corpse.

It seemed he understood what Li Che wanted to do.

He also understood what Li Che meant by the grand feast.

Li Che flicked his finger, and instantly a stream of light shot out.

You Liqing, Qingniao, Longtai, Niu Shisan, Bai Wuchang Xue Dufu, Hei Wuchang Yingwei Zhenren—all appeared.

The appearance of one constricted deity after another instantly made the aura inside the small courtyard turn chilling.

Li Qing Shan only felt black mist roiling before his eyes; after he could see clearly again, he discovered that everywhere in the courtyard were human figures.

You Liqing's eyes flickered slightly, he looked at Su Wenxi's corpse, and exhaled.

In Mo City, You Liqing faced Su Wenxi head‑on, feeling the true might and unmatched power of a Martial Saint; several clashes were easily crushed, the gap being quite large.

Now seeing Su Wenxi's corpse, his heart eased a little, then came excitement and anticipation.

Why anticipate?

Because……

He believed that, given Su Wenxi's dignity and steadfastness as a Martial Saint, it was impossible for him to easily submit to the lord; and for the lord, a constricted deity that does not submit is no good deity……

They all must die!

Dead…… that would be the revelry of these constricted deities!

Bai Wuchang Xue Dufu had already begun rubbing his hands, he was really looking forward to feasting.

As the lord's cultivation rose, Bai Wuchang Xue Dufu had already been cast into the cold palace, and his chances to show his face were dwindling.

To be worthy of the lord, to become the lord's greatest and most ferocious treasure, Xue Dufu felt he must strive to devour and grow stronger!

Beside him, Hei Wuchang Yingwei Zhenren's eyes opened and closed, flashing with a faint light.

Qingniao and Longtai, as well as the casually transformed constricted deity Niu Shisan, also had their eyes flash with an anticipatory faint light.

When a whale falls, all things thrive.

The fall of the Martial Saint, for these constricted deities!

That is a revelry!

"Struggle! Resist! Scream! Great Su Martial Saint!"

"Please unleash the dignity befitting your status as a Martial Saint!"

Xue Dufu rubbed his hands and muttered.

Li Che glanced at Xue Dufu wordlessly; Xue Dufu had now reached the level of an innate grand master, but for Li Che now, that level was somewhat lacking.

Xue Dufu indeed needed to enhance himself by devouring stronger constricted deities.

However, a constricted deity of a Martial Saint is not something Xue Dufu could eat alone.

Whoosh—

Huang Jianjiu, You Liqing, Qingniao, Longtai and other strong ones fell to one side, forming a circle.

Their gazes, faint and lingering, fixed on the nine fragments of the Martial Saint's corpse.

In the distance, Li Qing Shan saw this scene, his hairs stood on end; this sight…… was somewhat terrifying!

Can't we avoid making the scene so gloomy?

Isn't our underworld supposed to be a harmonious, loving underworld?

Li Qing Shan's face flushed slightly, feeling the surge of that vast martial will, he took a deep breath, sat cross‑legged, and used this martial will to cultivate!

Li Che ignored the restless constricted deities, raised his five fingers, bent them sharply, like five divine spears, as if to pierce the void.

Aimed at the fragments into which Su Wenxi had been cut nine ways.

"Constricted deity!"

Boom——!!!

Instantly, an immensely rich black qi exploded from the nine corpses, momentarily vast, like a rolling great fog, the thick black mist roiling throughout the courtyard.

Huang Jianjiu's constricted deity narrowed his eyes, flicked finger sword qi raged, slicing through the black mist.

On the other side, You Liqing gripped the eight‑zhang serpent spear with his five fingers, the zhang magic python spear roared and coiled, sweeping away the black mist.

Qingniao, Longtai, Xue Dufu and other constricted deities also each employed means to dispel the black mist.

Then, countless black mists began to churn, as if heaven and earth faintly trembled; it was the power of heaven and earth being mobilized, a unique heaven‑man resonance of the Martial Saint, sweeping forth!

Thump thump thump, thump thump thump thump!

The intensely violent beating sound exploded in the ears of Li Che and Li Qing Shan, and in the ears of every constricted deity!

Li Che's eyes crackled with electric arcs, a flash of unusual color flickering in their depths.

Huang Jianjiu slapped his sword sheath, narrowed his eyes.

Everyone is a Martial Saint, why does your constricted deity's display be so grand?

I... I've been resurrected?!

You want me to submit?!

Don't even think about it——!!!

A powerful heaven-man resonance roared, the power of heaven and earth shook violently, and it suddenly pressed down upon the entire courtyard.

Whether it was You Liqing, Qingniao, Longtai, or any other bound god, they all felt an extreme sense of oppression.

Huang Jianjiu pressed his sword fingers together, the Pure Heart piece at his brow trembled; in an instant, his entire skin turned pitch-black, black jade luster flowing, patterns covering his body, as he activated the half-god corpse form.

But soon, Huang Jianjiu's state receded.

Because……

It wasn't necessary.

Foolish.

Huang Jianjiu patted his wine gourd and let out a scornful laugh.

As expected.

As Su Wenxi's eyes burst with terrifying scarlet and madness, he struggled violently, attempting to shake off the control of Li Che's bound god.

Li Che had already appeared before Su Wenxi, his five fingers splayed open, like five radiant divine spears, and he ruthlessly drove them into the bound god's skull.

It's a pity, the chance for rebirth lies before you.

And you……

You chose to resist.

Su Wenxi's towering Martial Saint aura vanished in an instant, as if in a blink, and Li Che's five fingers completely seized and suppressed it back into the bound god's body.

Facing bound gods, Li Che wields absolute suppression and control!

I……

At this moment, Su Wenxi had already reacted.

However.

Li Che would not give him another chance; resistance only has one chance versus countless.

Naturally cautious, Li Che would not give a second chance.

Li Che clenched his fingers tightly, the Pure Heart dao fruit in his chest throbbed violently; instantly, a seven-colored light burst forth behind him.

Bang——!!!

Su Wenxi's bound god emitted only a muffled roar, like a muffled thunderclap exploding above the nine heavens, and then his will was utterly obliterated.

I reward you.

Li Che relaxed his hand, tapped the ground with his toes, and shot out instantly; his calm voice echoed in the courtyard.

The next moment, the bound gods' eyes turned scarlet as they surged forward.

They completely submerged and devoured Su Wenxi's Martial Saint bound god!

Without a heart of submission, harboring thoughts of resistance, even a Martial Saint bound god would not be spared by Li Che.

In the distance, Li Qingshan watched, his hairs standing on end, unable to help swallowing his saliva.

Even the big pot of rice has been eaten……

This atmosphere is really nice.

He closed his eyes, feeling the martial will seeping from the Martial Saint's corpse, contemplating cultivation, condensing divine aura.

A Martial Saint bound god is a feast for any bound god.

Huang Jianjiu consumed some, but then stopped, for as a fellow Martial Saint bound god, devouring Su Wenxi's bound god offered him limited gain.

On the contrary, You Liqing's bound god consumed the most; after finishing, a vast black aura surged wildly, beginning the bound god's metamorphosis to assault the Martial Saint bound god.

Qingniao, Longtai, and the other bound gods also all gained great growth.

Originally merely Innate Grand Master-level bound gods, after devouring the Martial Saint bound god, they all achieved a breakthrough, beginning to assault the Supreme Grand Master realm of Three Flowers Gathered at the Crown.

Li Che clenched his five fingers.

These bound gods then turned into black streams of light, becoming chess pieces that fell onto the heaven-and-earth chessboard.

Huang Jianjiu's bound god's aura surged, refining the enhancement brought by Su Wenxi's bound god, thereby completely solidifying his Sword Saint realm.

After clasping his fists toward Li Che, he drifted out with his sword case on his back.

……

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Drunken Goose Pavilion.

The proprietress sat foolishly on a chair, the floor in disarray, the delicacies already cold and devoid of warmth, she clutched a jar of wine tightly to her chest, waiting, hoping.

She didn't know whether the Ox Demon was deceiving her, but she believed that an Ox Demon capable of taking her life at any moment had no need to deceive her, to trick a mortal…… is that fun?

As the proprietress of the Drunken Goose Pavilion, she was not completely ignorant of the cultivation world.

The Underworld Ox Demon…… this mysterious entity from a secretive force, she had also heard many wandering cultivators mention it while drinking and eating meat.

The cold moonlight shone down, yet it made her whole body feel a bit chilly.

She seemed to have lost her soul, with only a single thought lingering.

The proprietress didn't know why Huang Jianjiu had an accident tonight, but she sensed his change tonight, a change she liked.

But she would rather not have this change; she doesn't want Huang Jianjiu to die.

As she thought, tears involuntarily streamed down, and the proprietress reached out to wipe them away.

However, a hand had already helped her wipe away the tears before she could.

The proprietress froze, her body shuddering violently, she slowly lifted her head; her tearful, sorrowful face shone brightly in the moonlight.

She saw a familiar face.

No longer skin like black jade, no longer a death like sleeping with closed eyes……

But having eyes gentle as water, and an aura of sword qi like frost.

"Sword wine……"

The madam looked at the familiar person, her heart trembled violently; she held a jar of wine, panicked she stood up, and that jar of wine almost fell but was caught by Huang Jianjiu's hand.

And the madam kept circling around Huang Jianjiu, sizing him up.

The next moment, she began wiping her tears nonstop.

"You scared me to death!"

The madam said angrily.

Huang Jianjiu smiled, pushed open the jar of wine that the madam had been holding, poured the wine into the wine gourd, and Huang Jianjiu gulped a mouthful.

"Good wine!"

"Hahahaha!"

The madam pressed her lips, looking at Huang Jianjiu as he burst into laughter: "As long as you're not dead, that's fine! Otherwise, who would drink the wine I brewed?"

Huang Jianjiu chuckled lightly and rubbed the madam's head.

"Wife, I'm back."

The madam froze, then the next moment covered her mouth.

……

……

Tonight, the entire Qianyuan Dao City is destined to be restless.

The Su clan was slaughtered, casualties reaching hundreds, all of them precious younger generations of the Su clan; the clan head Su Wenxi, a Martial Saint powerhouse, was even more horribly killed, cut into nine pieces, and even his corpse was seized by villains!

Too tragic!

The number one great clan of Qianyuan Dao City actually encountered such a horrifying event.

Who could have imagined it?

The Divine Guard Army and the Temple Suppression Office were both mobilized.

This matter is related to the Underworld, but this time the Underworld is merely an accomplice; the biggest culprit……

It is Huang Jianjiu!

However, after Huang Jianjiu unleashed that world-shocking sword, he died, causing the Su clan to only be able to swallow this silent loss, unless they go seek trouble from the Divine Sect.

But the Qianyuan Divine Sect is after all a colossal entity, and now the sect master Great God Lü Taibai has left seclusion; the Su clan also feels somewhat inadequate.

Drunken Goose Pavilion.

When the news of Huang Jianjiu appearing here spread, it almost immediately swept across like a storm!

The Su clan immediately received the news.

The acting clan head, Divine Talisman Half-Saint Su Daoling, revealed a look of shock and disbelief in his eyes!

"What?"

"Huang Jianjiu didn't die?!"

Su Daoling flew into a rage, smashing the chair beneath him with a slap; countless talismans burst from his body, sweeping out, forming a Divine Talisman Divine Dragon that coiled around his body and rushed toward the Drunken Goose Pavilion.

……

The news that Huang Jianjiu was not dead, and that he appeared at the Drunken Goose Pavilion embracing the madam, spread instantly.

Temple Suppression Office.

Before the Guiyi Miao of the Six Desires Subdue Evil Lü Xuan Sword Immortal.

The Governor's Office's Yuwen Wenlong and Feng Zhiqi both received the news.

Upon Feng Zhiqi's burly, broad physique, his qi and blood suddenly surged mighty, roaring like a terrifying flower of qi and blood, revealing his inner shock.

"Impossible!"

"Huang Jianjiu……how could he possibly not die?!"

"Incarnated as a half-god corpse, and aided by the power of the Sword Immortal's sword intent……borrowing the repulsive force to erupt a world-shocking sword, death is certain!"

"How could he possibly live?"

Feng Zhiqi, this mighty Martial Saint who guards the Temple Suppression Office of Qianyuan Dao City, is now shocked and bewildered.

He tapped a foot down, and his body instantly vanished.

Yuwen Wenlong opened his mouth, originally also wanting to follow, but after thinking, he decided to stay and guard the Sword Immortal's Guiyi Miao.

……

The Flood Dragon Horse neighed.

Nie Yang's face sank solemnly; he whipped the reins, striking the Flood Dragon Horse, causing its speed to increase.

He sat upright on the carriage shaft, the sword placed beside him constantly trembling.

As cold as he is, he also seemed to sense something, his heart filled with sorrowful resolve.

By his side, Li Chengzhou sat obediently, learning to be cold and aloof like him.

Inside the carriage, the curtain was lifted.

"Uncle Nie Yang, have we arrived?"

"Dad had me go comfort Elder Grandfather; we need to hurry up."

Xixi poked out her little head from the middle, speaking seriously.

"Right away."

Nie Yang took a deep breath, then whipped again.

Soon.

The carriage then arrived at the elder courtyard where Elder Jiao was.

Xixi lifted the curtain, a tiny figure, leapt straight from the carriage, kicking her feet as she ran into the courtyard.

"That girl…"

Zhang Ya followed closely behind, stepping out of the carriage, her face showing a hint of helplessness.

Without even clarifying Elder Jiao's condition, they rushed in like tigers.

She and her husband are such gentle people, how did they give birth to such a little tiger girl?

As soon as Xixi entered the courtyard, she saw Jiao Shaoxiu sitting slumped under the eaves, his tears soaking his ancient robe.

At this moment, Jiao Shaoxiu looked ever more aged, his whole person seeming to have lost his vigor.

"Child…"

He murmured.

His eyes showed grief that could not be concealed.

"Grandfather Elder! Xixi has come to see you!"

Xixi rushed into the courtyard, seeing the grieving Jiao Shaoxiu, she hurriedly called out, thump-thump-thump as she ran over, not rashly bumping into him, still knowing some bounds.

She leaned into Jiao Shaoxiu's arms.

Looking at Xixi's bright, spirit-filled eyes, Jiao Shaoxiu's grief in his eyes was dispelled somewhat.

"Good child…"

He rubbed Xixi's head.

"Grandfather Elder, why are you crying? Xixi is here, don't cry, don't cry."

Xixi obediently comforted Jiao Shaoxiu, being very sensible.

This eased Jiao Shaoxiu's sorrowful feelings considerably, and he kept sighing.

Outside the courtyard.

Nie Yang, Li Chengzhou, and Zhang Ya all walked in, Zhang Ya quickly helping to support Jiao Shaoxiu.

"Elder, Senior Brother Huang… he…"

Nie Yang clenched his fists, a flash of grief also appearing in his eyes.

Elder Jiao sighed: "His own choice, actually began long ago; I already knew this day would come… I just didn't expect it to arrive so quickly."

Having received Elder Jiao's affirmation, Nie Yang's body trembled, and in the next moment his five fingers clenched the sword in his hand.

"My talent is not as good as Senior Brother Huang's… but I have been diligently practicing the sword, taking Senior Brother Huang as my example…"

"My sword is about to be accomplished, yet I have never let Senior Brother Huang see it."

Nie Yang took a deep breath, his tone somewhat trembling.

The sword he gripped trembled, and in the next instant transformed into an extremely sharp sword light that burst from its sheath, as if tearing a huge gap in the night sky.

And Nie Yang stood in the courtyard, his aura rising steadily!

The whole courtyard filled with the resonant sound of sword chants.

Sword intent like fire, in an instant sparks flew from Nie Yang's shoulders and head!

Top Three Flowers!

One sword opens three flowers!

Nie Yang at this moment was like a blazing sun, his scorching sword intent burning forth the three flowers in full bloom!

He had stepped into the supreme grand master realm of the Top Three Flowers.

Yet he felt no joy in his heart.

Suddenly.

Nie Yang felt an ultimate brilliant sword intent erupt from Qianyuan Dao City, that sword light shooting into the clouds, extraordinarily dazzling!

"Hahaha!"

"I, Huang Jianjiu, am not dead yet!"

"Today's slaughter of your Su Clan was entirely my doing, Huang Jianjiu, and has nothing to do with the Qianyuan Divine Sect!"

"If you have the ability… come find trouble with me, Huang Jianjiu!"

"And I, Huang Jianjiu…"

"I hereby quit the Qianyuan Divine Sect, no longer a disciple or true heir of the sect!"

"Grudges have heads, debts have masters; the one who killed your Su Clan's five hundred thirty-eight descendants is me, Huang Jianjiu!"

A mighty, resounding voice.

Accompanied by that sword intent shooting into the clouds, it instantly illuminated the entire night sky.

Nie Yang's eyes lit up.

Jiao Shaoxiu, sitting under the eaves, also lifted his head, his eyes showing astonishment and delight!

"Huang Jianjiu isn't dead?!"

……

……

Before the Drunken Goose Pavilion.

Huang Jianjiu vanished.

The sword he struck with was extremely overbearing, its sword qi nine-tenths, like nine flood dragons tearing through the air, even stirring the power of heaven and earth.

It tore apart the divine talisman power unleashed by Su Daoling.

Just this one sword made everyone realize that Huang Jianjiu was not dead… not only not dead, but his cultivation had even broken through, reaching the level of entering Martial Saint with the sword, worthy of being called a Sword Saint!

A Sword Saint, his attacks are extraordinarily fierce and unmatched.

Su Dao Ling's face turned extremely grim.

"If you try to deal with the mistress of the Drunken Goose Pavilion, then in cultivators' struggles, if it involves mortals… don't blame me, the Sword Saint of Yellow Sword Alcohol Hall, for assassinating everyone left of your Su family, including you, Su Dao Ling!"

The words thrown down by the Yellow Sword Alcohol Hall still rang in his ears like thunder.

Faced with this threat, Su Dao Ling's expression turned icy cold.

He took a deep look at the Drunken Goose Pavilion, then at its mistress, drew a deep breath, flicked his sleeves, and left.

The threat from Yellow Sword Alcohol Hall…

Indeed, it made him dare not act rashly.

Even, this sentence was a warning to all clans and powers in Qian Yuan Dao City.

Moreover, it openly declared to the whole Dao City that the Drunken Goose Pavilion would be under his Yellow Sword Alcohol Hall's protection; whoever dares to move, he, Yellow Sword Alcohol Hall, will assassinate them!

An assassination by a Sword Saint…

Thinking of the Su family head, Su Wenxi, who was cut into nine sections, everyone shuddered.

On the Drunken Goose Pavilion, at the railing.

The mistress listened to her husband's overbearing words.

Her eyes like water, she leaned on the railing.

Covering her mouth as she laughed, her figure trembled.

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Qian Yuan Dao City.

Listening Thunder Alley.

Independent workshop courtyard.

Li Qingshan took a piece of Martial Saint's corpse and left, saying he wanted to properly contemplate it.

"You don't despise it?" Li Che looked dubiously at Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan gazed faintly at Li Che: "As a member of the Netherworld, when entering the abode, follow its customs."

Li Che: "……"

You actually don't need to force yourself like this.

Li Che wanted to comfort him, but after thinking, decided against it.

After Li Qingshan left, the courtyard fell completely silent.

As for Yellow Sword Alcohol Hall, Li Che need not worry; the current Yellow Sword Alcohol Hall possesses Sword Saint-level strength, having devoured Su Wenxi's Captured Spirit, further solidifying this cultivation, unless the Su family's Martial Saint Second Opening elder takes action.

Basically there won't be any problem; in fact, even if that elder takes action, Yellow Sword Alcohol Hall, as a Captured Spirit…

At worst, it would merely be scattered.

After recondensing, although its aura would weaken, by becoming a Captured Spirit pawn and receiving the divine nourishment of the Immaculate Heart Dao Fruit for a moment, it would recover.

Li Che sat cross-legged in the center of the courtyard.

"Huu—"

"Hah—"

With each exhale and inhale, the sound rolled like thunder; within his body, qi and blood rose and fell like tides in steady breathing.

In the battle against Martial Saint Su Wenxi, Li Che went all out, yet ultimately he could not slay his opponent by his own strength.

Indeed, from start to finish, Li Che only had one direct clash with him.

Activating the power of the three-pronged two-edged blade, executing the divine martial art Thousand Mountains Lone Walk God Blade Slash.

However, when Su Wenxi sought to exchange lives with him, Li Che chose to shift away.

Thus, in the end he never managed a fair and square clash with Su Wenxi.

No problem, Li Che felt his gains were substantial.

Although this slaying of the Martial Saint, he was merely the best support, the main attacker being that sword of Yellow Sword Alcohol Hall, but who could say support isn't important?

In a team battle, the role of support is beyond doubt!

{Dao Fruit: Dragon Elephant Vajra (lv5, 15%)}

As expected, the maturity of the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit received a considerable increase!

In the battle with the Martial Saint, how exhilarating, the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit throbbed intensely…

The increase in maturity was worthy of this excitement of the Dao Fruit.

The enlightenment feedback brought by this Dao Fruit improvement made Li Che greatly anticipate.

However, Li Che did not immediately accept the Dao Fruit's enlightenment feedback; he intended to check whether Su Wenxi's treasury contained any divine martial arts recorded.

Li Che exhaled a breath.

With a grasp of his five fingers, the Qiankun Jade that the Su family head, Martial Saint Su Wenxi, had generously bestowed, appeared in his hand.

However, just as Li Che was about to inventory this Martial Saint family head's treasures.

His heart gave a slight jump.

Heaven and earth seemed to grow quiet at that moment.

Li Che's state of mind also instantly became utterly tranquil.

Before his eyes, a flowing light slowly flickered past.

{Dao Fruit: Immaculate Heart (lv5, 0%)}

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