Chapter 112

"Oh? Your subordinate?"

Jiang Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, a strange look flashing in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled into a cold and playful arc:

"Is Your Excellency that most mysterious 'Purple Boss' among the 'Six Devils of Yunling'?"

The purple-robed person laughed with an obscure voice, in which neither joy nor anger could be heard: "It can't really be called mysterious."

"Heh... heh..."

Collapsed on the ground, chest pierced through, and gasping for air, Bai Laosan, upon seeing the purple-robed person, saw his dimming vitality suddenly shine with brilliance, and he spat out blood foam, trembling excitedly as he said: "Boss!!!"

In this instant, his severely wounded and dying body erupted with a burst of strength as if in a final flash of life, struggling as he tried to rise.

The next instant.

A foot fell heavily.

Bai Laosan's head was smashed open like a ripe watermelon struck by a sledgehammer, shattering with a boom.

That headless corpse twitched twice and finally stopped moving completely.

"Isn't it better to wait for death peacefully? Why must you dirty this old man's shoes?"

Jiang Ye shook his head slightly.

Seeing this scene, the purple-robed person's obscure voice finally had ripples, carrying a trace of chilling coldness: "What a pity, Elder Jiang."

Jiang Ye chuckled coldly, unconcerned: "A pity for what?"

The purple-robed person's obscure voice was like an ice blade: "I have always respected the old and loved the young, and what I am most reluctant to kill are the elderly and children. With your conduct like this, I can only send you on your way."

Hearing these words, Jiang Ye almost couldn't keep a straight face.

The 'Six Devils of Yunling' were all fierce bandits, and which of them didn't have a trail of bloody crimes in their hands?

Purple Boss actually said he respected the old and loved the young...

How absurd this was!

Boom!

The purple-robed person's aura no longer remained concealed, and surging water qi erupted from within their body like a burst river.

That water qi was so thick it nearly condensed into substance, churning and galloping within the narrow passage, with the faint sound of waves.

Immediately following, a lush vitality permeated from their body, intertwining and wrapping around the water qi.

Wood-element true qi, with killing intent hidden within the vitality, complemented the vast water qi perfectly.

"Two types of true qi?!"

Jiang Ye's aged face finally had some changes, and a trace of obscure solemnity flashed in his eyes.

Aside from himself, this was the first time he had seen someone use two types of true qi.

Viewed this way, this Purple Boss was worthy of being the leader of the 'Six Devils of Yunling'; they truly had some tricks.

"Thousand Wave Palm!"

With an obscure low shout, the purple-robed person waved their hand in the air, and the surging water qi around them rushed toward Jiang Ye like a monstrous wave.

Those water waves were layered upon layers, one after another, each carrying the force of a thousand jun.

It seemed as if it would grind everything blocking its path into dust.

Jiang Ye raised his hand and executed a Tiger-Form Fist, the crimson-gold true qi spraying out along with his fist peak, condensing into a fierce tiger descending the mountain in mid-air.

That fierce tiger was entirely crimson-gold, baring fangs and brandishing claws, and with a tiger's roar that shook the heart, it fiercely pounced toward the layered waves.

Chi chi chi...

The two types of true qi collided together, crimson-gold and water-blue intertwining and eroding each other.

The water qi was evaporated by the scorching fire qi, turning into a white, hazy mist that instantly filled the entire passage.

The mist was as thick as cotton, one could not see their own fingers, and even breathing carried a damp, scorching heat.

The next instant.

Situated within the white, hazy mist, Jiang Ye was not the least bit panicked.

Within his aged eyes, crimson-gold flames slowly rose.

Under his fiery eyes, the mist was like transparency, and the flow of every wisp of water vapor was clearly visible.

He could see the trajectory of the purple-robed person moving through the mist, could see the true qi condensed in the opponent's palms, and could even see that soft sword hidden in the opponent's sleeve, like a venomous snake, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The purple-robed person moved.

Their figure was like a ghost, silently circling to Jiang Ye's side, and the soft sword in their sleeve suddenly flicked out!

That sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, its entire body glowing with a deep blue cold light, the sword body as flexible as a snake, yet under the infusion of true qi, it was harder than refined steel.

The sword tip carried a trace of eerie green; that was the poison infused by the wood-element true qi, which would seal the throat upon drawing blood.

Jiang Ye did not look back, reaching out with a backhand, and a curved blade gleaming with cold light fell into his palm.

Clang!!!

Blade and sword intersected, sparks flying everywhere.

That soft sword was like a living thing; blocked by the curved blade, the sword body bent sharply, actually sliding along the blade toward the fingers Jiang Ye used to hold the blade, the sword tip pointing directly at the web between his thumb and index finger.

This move was extremely sinister; if not for his pure blade technique, a moment of carelessness would result in the disaster of a severed finger.

Jiang Ye turned his wrist, the curved blade drawing an arc of light in his palm, flicking the soft sword away.

The blade hummed, the lingering sound not yet ceased, but the purple-robed person's gaze had already fallen upon that curved blade, their obscure voice suddenly becoming chilling:

"Blood Moon Blade?!"

"So Huang Laoliu died at your hands..."

Jiang Ye did not respond, raising his hand and slashing a blade through the air toward the purple-robed person.

Within these ruins, there were many eyes and ears; he originally did not want to use the Blood Moon Blade to avoid exposing his identity.

But since the blade was already drawn, he had to finish the battle quickly.

"Hmm?!"

The purple-robed person's expression changed drastically, and the world entering their eyes had actually turned into an eerie blood color.

The surrounding passage, stone walls, and mist all vanished, leaving only an endless, boundless dark red.

High above, a huge blood moon hung down, dyeing the heavens and earth in blood color; that desolate, beautiful red was like congealed blood, emitting a chilling coldness that made one's heart tremble.

"What is this..."

The purple-robed person muttered to themselves, shock finally revealing itself in their obscure voice.

They attempted to circulate their true qi, only to find that the power within their body seemed to be suppressed by something, its circulation sluggish.

Immediately following, that blood moon high above actually slowly descended, growing larger and closer, as if a great mountain were pressing down.

"Damn it, this is blade intent..."

The purple-robed person gave a low shout, their voice finally carrying a few hints of urgency.

The next instant.

A burst of extremely yin and cold killing intent suddenly erupted from the purple-robed person's body.

That killing intent was icy and bone-chilling, like a sinister wind surging from the Nine Nether Hell, instantly tearing a rift in the blood color shrouding their body.

The purple-robed person let out a muffled groan, their figure retreating violently, forcibly breaking free from that Blood Moon Illusory Realm.

It was just that their aura was clearly withered by a few degrees, and the luster in their eyes was also much dimmer; clearly, forcibly breaking free from the blade intent was not easy to endure.

"Hmm?"

Seeing this scene, a sharp light suddenly flashed in Jiang Ye's eyes, "You can use killing intent!"

This was the first time he had encountered someone who could break free from the blade intent of the Blood Moon Illusory Kill.

Moreover, that extremely yin and cold aura on the opponent's body was clearly killing intent.

"You not only obtained the 'Blood Moon Blade' but also comprehended blade intent..."

The purple-robed person stared burningly at Jiang Ye, their obscure voice full of shock, yet also containing killing intent that could not be concealed:

"Yunling Prefecture actually produced a figure like you... it seems I can no longer hold back..."

As the purple-robed person spoke, their aura surged, the water and wood true qi flowing entirely into the soft sword, and behind them, points of light were condensing.

Clearly, they were preparing to use a lethal move to finish Jiang Ye in one strike.

Just at this moment.

A fire-red figure suddenly darted out from the soil beneath the purple-robed person's feet, pouncing onto their foot like lightning and biting down fiercely without any politeness.

Rip—

The robe was bitten through directly, a piece of flesh was torn from the foot, blood dripping; at the wound, an eerie dark red instantly spread, and the fire poison had already begun to propagate.

"Fire Centipede?!"

The purple-robed person lowered their eyes to look, killing intent fully exposed in their eyes.

That fire-red figure, having succeeded in one strike, shrank back into the ground with a 'swish', so fast that only an afterimage remained.

"Seeking death!!!"

The purple-robed person's obscure voice carried a sharp, breaking-point tone, and they poured true qi into their foot and stomped down fiercely; with a loud 'boom', a deep pit was blasted directly into the ground, stone fragments splashing everywhere.

But that fire-red figure had already crawled back to Jiang Ye's feet like wind and lightning, triumphantly lifting its head, its two pairs of mandibles still stained with the purple-robed person's flesh and blood.

"Well done."

Jiang Ye nodded slightly with satisfaction.

Hiss hiss hiss~~~

Receiving its master's praise, Little Fire became even more triumphant, opening its ferocious mouthparts toward the purple-robed person, acting like a dog relying on its master's power.

Sensing the scorching, sharp pain spreading on their foot, the purple-robed person took a deep breath, letting out a cold laugh that sounded like both crying and laughing: "To think that a dignified Elder of the Profound Heaven Sect would actually use such despicable means as using poisonous insects to ambush people..."

Jiang Ye smiled faintly and did not respond.

He retracted Little Fire into his sleeve, and a wisp of pale blue true qi immediately emerged on the curved blade in his hand, the water light rippling and reflecting against the blade's edge, which was gleaming with cold light.

Previously, to help Liu Yiyi expel the cold, he had used too much fire-element true qi, and now it was nearly bottomed out.

It was just the right time to test the water-element true qi.

"You actually also cultivated two types of true qi?!"

The purple-robed person's obscure voice was even more shocked.

How many more trump cards did this old man before them have?

As their thoughts turned sharply, a trace of obscure retreat flashed in the purple-robed person's eyes, and they slowly put away the water and wood true qi.

"Want to escape?!"

Jiang Ye perceived the opponent's intention in an instant, sneered, and swung his blade to close in.

The pale blue true qi on the blade's edge turned into a water curtain, silently slashing toward the purple-robed person.

The purple-robed person did not hesitate to take two crystal-clear beads emitting wisps of cold air from their bosom, flicking their fingers and throwing them toward Jiang Ye.

"Cold Jade Beads?!"

Jiang Ye frowned.

"Explode!"

The purple-robed person gave a low shout.

The two Cold Jade Beads exploded with a boom in the air, ice splashing everywhere, and the biting coldness surged like a tide, freezing the entire passage into a sheet of frost.

Jiang Ye swung his blade, blocking all the splashing ice; ice chips flew, and white mist permeated the air.

When the mist dissipated, the purple-robed person's figure had already vanished without a trace like a ghost, leaving behind only shattered ice on the ground and a faint scent of blood.

"You cannot escape!"

Looking at the dim passage, Jiang Ye muttered softly with a cold sneer.

He already knew who the true identity of this mysterious Purple Boss was.

He did not rush to pursue, but instead turned back to Bai Laosan's headless corpse, squatted down, and began to loot the body.

Very quickly, that small sapling emitting lush vitality was dug out by him.

The small sapling was only the size of a palm, yet its branches and leaves were emerald green and dripping, glowing with a faint green light in the dim passage, as if containing infinite life force.

"I'll ask Zheng Feng later what kind of treasure this is."

Jiang Ye carefully tucked the small sapling into his bosom and continued to search Bai Laosan's body.

Before long, he also fished out a few silver banknotes and an ancient, simple secret manual.

On the cover of the secret manual, five characters were clearly written—

"Shadow-Splitting Tracking Steps"!