Chapter 920: The Weapon Is Forged

Tian Tu Mountain is rugged, with sheer cliffs on three sides and a river on the fourth.

Nestled among the steep peaks and dense forests lies a sizable mountain stronghold.

On the third day of the seventh lunar month, the morning sunlight was unusually bright.

Two figures in dark clothing, a man and a woman, strolled through the stronghold chatting and laughing, soon arriving at the mouth of a cave.

The cave was dark and damp, deeply recessed, with no source of illumination.

By the dim light at the entrance, one could barely make out a wooden prison deep inside, where a blind old man knelt.

The old man looked horrific—not blind from lost eyes, but with sunken eye sockets entirely devoid of eyeballs.

He wore a tattered straw robe, his long white hair wild and disheveled, his gaunt face layered with deep wrinkles.

He looked to be in his Qibashisui.

"Old Bai, report." The woman, covering her nose, spoke as they reached the prison.

Her eyes held a trace of revulsion—the stench from the prison was unbearable.

Inside the prison, the blind old man knelt silently, head bowed.

"Hey! Blind old man!" The man, seeing no reaction, cursed and kicked the wooden post of the prison, "I'm asking you! Are you dead?"

The old Bai remained silent, slowly extending his withered hand to form a strange seal.

Seeing the old man comply, the man snorted and impatiently urged:

"Hurry up, don't dawdle!"

"Huu~"

With a surge of energy, a phantom character " Xin " spread from the blind old man's body.

Sorcerer's Divine Art: Heart Sensing Spell!

This technique foresees danger.

Instantly, the old man's heart thudded violently!

Yet his gaunt face showed no sign of disturbance.

Seeing the woman cover her nose in disgust, the man kicked the prison post again: "Hurry up!"

The woman glanced at the man and feigned scolding: "Don't rush—he's casting."

The man smiled warmly at the woman, then turned back to the cage with renewed impatience.

"Nothing today," the old man finally spoke, his voice hoarse.

"Waste of time coming here!" The man gestured for the woman to leave.

"Let's go," the woman glanced at the filthy, stinking old man, sneered, and turned away.

The cave was damp and foul; the old man reeked. Who'd ever come here unless forced by routine?

"Old bastard's just trying to disgust us," the man grumbled.

There was some truth to that.

After all, the River Believers' Water Armor had some cleansing ability.

Plus, Jiang Jing believers didn't eat—they lived purely on energy, so their cleanliness was internal as well as external.

Yet the old man never activated his Water Armor, as if determined to rot here.

"Enough," the woman stepped outside the cave, finally breathing freely, smiling at the man, "Why get angry at a half-dead old man?"

Before she finished speaking, a violent explosion rang out.

Both turned sharply, gazing eastward.

Before they could comprehend what happened, a terrifying pressure crushed down upon them.

"Sssss—"

That was the sound of Immortal Mist surging!

The man looked behind the woman—his pupils shrank violently as he instantly summoned a Blood-Slaughter Robe.

The woman reacted swiftly, spinning around and reaching for her waist—eight golden jade talismans instantly spread around her.

But the phantom was already upon them!

She wore a wide-brimmed hat obscuring the upper half of her face, moving at blinding speed, her straw cloak flapping wildly.

In her hand, the broken blade had already drawn a long slash, slicing toward their necks!

Night Phantom Evil Art: Night Shadow Phantom Trace!

"No!" The woman's face turned ashen—she barely managed to utter a single syllable.

The self-defending golden jade talismans were shattered—two of them instantly cut to pieces!

The hem of the man's crimson robe, flung to block the attack, was also cleanly torn open by the blade's long slash!

Jade Talisman Divine Art: Eight Golden Jade Talismans.

Demon-Imprisoning Art: Blood-Slaughter Robe.

Both were renowned defensive techniques, highly effective!

Yet before the green-cloaked, green-hatted figure, their prized defenses crumbled like paper.

"Huu!"

The slash passed—the woman's head flew high into the air.

Her headless body remained standing, the neck's cut unnaturally smooth, blood spurting out with a hiss.

The scene was not merely horrifying—it sent chills through the bones.

A Jiang Jing Jade Talisman believer just got slaughtered in an instant?

Clean. Efficient.

"Who are you?" The man panicked, his instinctive dive saving his life—he dropped to his knees.

"Sssss—"

The straw-cloaked figure's assault flowed seamlessly—immortal mist surged beneath her feet, launching her forward as her knee slammed into the Demon-Imprisoning believer's face.

"Aaaah!!" The man screamed, flying backward.

This knee strike looked brutal—but it was not a divine or evil art.

So the man only suffered a shattered nose and severe facial trauma; his Water Armor remained intact.

"You! Why attack Tian Tu—wait, let's talk—" The man gritted his teeth, desperately swinging his crimson robe.

A sharp "ssss" rang out.

The Blood-Slaughter Robe, meant to be incredibly resilient, offered no miracle—it was effortlessly torn open.

"Aaaah!!" The man screamed again, agonized.

The Blood-Slaughter Robe and Water Armor were useless—his chest was instantly split open by the blade's long slash.

Deng Yu's assault was fierce, her gaze sharp as a blade.

She was nothing less than a killing god.

The mighty River Jiang, before her, was no more than ants.

The once long cave tunnel now seemed short—before the Demon-Imprisoning disciple could even register impact, he was flung backward and slammed into the wall, his back crushing deep into stone.

Worse—Deng Yu's speed was even greater!

Sea-Class: Immortal Steps—essentially high-speed movement, yet in practice, it approached instant teleportation.

Long before the disciple hit the wall, her broken blade had already pierced straight through his heart.

"Bang!!"

The man was embedded in the wall, his chest pierced by the blade, his face frozen in terror.

Deng Yu turned her head, glancing at the nearby prison.

A crushing pressure swept over it—enough to make all living things tremble.

Yet the blind old man remained seated silently, his wrinkled face expressionless.

"Wuu~"

Deng Yu activated the Life-Transferring Coin on her wrist, drawing the man's soul, and spoke calmly: "Slave?"

The old man said nothing.

Deng Yu frowned slightly; as the Life-Transferring Coin trembled in warning, she added: "If you want to live, stay here."

With that, she swung her wide straw cloak and strode away.

The old man finally reacted—he slowly lifted his head, his sunken eye sockets "gazing" at the departing mysterious woman.

"Huu~"

Another " Xin " character spread from the old man's body.

Deng Yu paused, turning slightly, glancing back at the prison with the corner of her eye.

She had no time to waste here!

Recognizing the old man as a Sorcerer Believer who had only used the harmless Heart Sensing Spell, Deng Yu continued toward the cave exit.

When she reached the mouth, the headless female corpse still stood upright, dutifully "on guard."

Deng Yu activated the Life-Transferring Coin again.

At that moment, a hoarse voice echoed from deep within the cave: "This old man awaits you here."

Deng Yu raised an eyebrow.

If the old man spoke truthfully, this bordered on spoilers.

When a powerful Sorcerer Believer declares he will wait here for you—

He will almost certainly wait for you.

Deng Yu did not respond; as the Soul-Returning Pill gave its hint, she immediately vanished into motion.

"BOOM!!"

Far to the east, the explosions were violently intense.

Clearly, the Mad Immortal Guardian had lost his mind.

Deng Yu suddenly closed her eyes, listening intently; her path adjusted slightly, she darted through the forest for dozens of meters, then abruptly halted.

The frantic footsteps grew closer.

Two black-clad men fled blindly, glancing back as they ran, suddenly sensing something was wrong.

"Ah!" One of them turned his head—and froze in terror.

There, not far off, stood a mysterious figure in a conical hat and straw cloak, blocking their path.

The overwhelming killing intent and terrifying aura made both men tremble violently, despair rising in their hearts.

Where the hell had these terrifying creatures come from?

When had Tian Tu Mountain drawn the ire of so many Sea Realm experts?

"Thud!"

One man's legs buckled; he collapsed to his knees, pleading endlessly: "My lord! Spare me! I'll serve you as slave or servant for life!"

The other man, seeing this, dropped to his knees at once, face ashen.

Extreme environments forge extreme people.

Even their pleas for mercy here sound so sanctimonious.

Deng Yu said nothing; her gaze was icy.

Serve me.

Hmph,

Someone like you joining Ruan Gate? I'd find it filthy.

Watching the two men tremble in terror, Deng Yu flicked her wrist casually.

"Ssshh!"

Two sharp Night Phantom Blades shot out; one pierced straight through a man's skull.

"Damn!" The other man reacted faster, his face darkening as he cursed aloud.

With the aid of the Nuo Demon Art: Spirit and Ghost Entanglement, his movements were astonishingly swift—he recoiled violently the moment Deng Yu began her motion.

"Swoosh~ Swoosh~ Swoosh!"

From his body erupted countless demon blades—dense, relentless, filling every angle without a single blind spot!

Nuo Demon Sect's Sea Realm technique: Thousand Demon Blades!

Deng Yu suddenly raised her hand.

Sea-grade: Night Wind Assault!

Instantly, a gale swept through!

The Nuo Demon disciple was flung backward, blade and all, in one violent gust.

At the same moment she raised her hand, a string of Night Phantom Blades had already been flung.

Sea-grade Night Phantom Blades—thirty-two in total!

With absolute power and speed, they tore straight through the Thousand Demon Blades and pierced the Nuo Demon disciple's heart.

Deng Yu stepped forward, approaching the man pinned to the spot, and activated the Soul-Returning Pill; a voice echoed in her mind: 【The Soul-Returning Pill is full.】

【No matter. The soul will drift upward on its own—I'll go collect it myself.】Lu Ran's voice echoed in her mind.

【There's another cultist here—likely a slave.】

【Clear the west side first—exterminate the bandits. The rest can wait.】

【Understood.】Deng Yu replied, her gaze sweeping the surrounding woods.

"BOOM!!"

The explosions came again.

As the Mad Immortal rained down destruction, fire spread through the forest, flames roaring skyward from within the fortress.

In Deng Yu's eyes, killing intent swirled—threefold fiercer than the raging fire!

Too bad—the captured guards below said the Luo Chief and Lady Kong had left on a mission seven or eight days ago.

Hmm. Doesn't matter.

Deng Yu's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly; suddenly, immortal mist surged from beneath her feet, and the broken blade in her hand hummed violently.

I'll burn down your fortress first.

I'll wait right at your doorstep until you return!

(End of Chapter)