Chapter 818: The Sentimental Swordsman is as High as Yu Liancheng

Yu Liancheng closed the book, propped his left cheek with his hand, and a faint smile lingered on the corners of his lips: "I wonder which one of you is the Demon Sect Leader; might I be granted an audience?"

"I am not talented, but I am indeed the Demon Sect Leader." A figure strode out.

This was a middle-aged man wearing a purple satin brocade robe, his bearing as majestic as an emperor.

His gaze fixed on Yu Liancheng, his lips carrying a smile that made one feel as if bathed in a spring breeze.

Just as Yu Liancheng was about to speak, his gaze flickered and locked onto the curved blade at the Demon Sect Leader's waist. He raised an eyebrow slightly and said: "I am quite interested in the blade at your waist; I wonder if you would be willing to part with it?"

The Demon Sect Leader's face still wore a smile, a smile that remained very warm: "This is the treasure blade that guards our Demon Sect; throughout the generations, only the Demon Sect Leader has held it. I am afraid I must disappoint you."

Yu Liancheng sighed leisurely: "A pity, a pity."

"Hmph, ever since the Crescent Moon Blade appeared in the world, many have had designs on this supreme demonic blade. The only difference between you and them is that you are still alive, while those who had designs on it before are all dead." Suddenly, a hoarse, unpleasant voice like a night owl sounded: "But I can guarantee that you will see your 'predecessors' very soon."

Shangguan Xian'er turned her head to look, and upon seeing the person speaking, her eyes widened instantly.

This person was at most three feet tall, yet his head was very large, occupying almost a quarter of his entire height. To make matters worse, he was wearing a shimmering silver garment and a ferocious silver mask on his face. Added to that long silver hair, he looked just like a small monster cast from silver; under the moonlight, he was truly indescribably eerie and terrifying.

"Oh, I don't believe it." Yu Liancheng looked at this white dwarf and shook his head with a smile.

"Whether you believe it or not, I only know that the dead never have stiff lips." A flash of white light, and the dwarf appeared before Yu Liancheng in an instant, his speed like a ghost. At the same time, he struck out with a backhanded palm. The force rolled and surged, True Qi billowing like a flood bursting forth, descending from the sky.

If one had never seen this dwarf before, no one would have imagined that such a small body could unleash such a rigid, fierce, and vicious palm technique.

Who would have thought that just as his palm was swung out, his arm suddenly twisted, and the powerful palm force was incredibly blasted into his own chest.

Pfft! Amidst a spray of blood, he fell from the air, rolled backward several times, his face pale as paper, gasping his last breath.

Yu Liancheng sighed lightly again: "For a guest, this palm was a bit too ruthless. I hope this old gentleman, after recovering from his injuries, can leave others two or three paths of retreat when he strikes." He paused, then added: "Of course, if this old gentleman still has his life."

The dwarf had been helped up by the other Demon Sect experts, but his heart meridians had already been shattered by his own palm force.

The Demon Sect Leader said calmly: "Guests are divided into different ranks. For an uninvited guest, I find this palm strike still too light."

Although he remained composed and even carried a trace of a smile on his face, his heart had already been stirred into turbulent waves. That Yu Liancheng could appear in the Demon Sect's library without a sound and remain calm in the face of a crowd of Demon Sect experts clearly showed he was no ordinary person. Everyone had been psychologically prepared, but at this moment, they were all incomparably shocked.

That dwarf was one of the four great Elders of the Demon Sect, known as the 'Silver Ghost Child'. His Ghost Shadow Demon Art was unpredictable, and his palm technique was even more ruthless and overbearing. In recent years, he had even integrated the Demon Sect's peerless art, the 'Great Heavenly Demon Hand', into his palm technique. Even in the Demon Sect, where experts were as numerous as clouds, he was among the top tier.

Yet now, he had been defeated so easily by this uninvited guest.

Not a single person had even seen how he was defeated.

Yu Liancheng smiled: "Actually, I have admired the Demon Sect for a long time. I came to the Demon Sect this time to join it. I wonder what you all think?"

One moment he had seriously injured a Demon Sect Elder, and the next he wanted to join the Demon Sect. The Demon Sect's Elders and Heavenly Kings looked at each other in dismay. The Demon Sect Leader's palm gently stroked the Crescent Moon Blade, as tenderly as a lover's caress, and that smile warmer than the spring breeze appeared on his face again: "Are you not joking, sir?"

Yu Liancheng laughed: "Do you think I am joking?"

The Demon Sect Leader's gaze fixed on Yu Liancheng, and after a long while, he said: "Very well, I agree to let you join the sect."

"In that case, I am no longer a guest, but one of the brothers." The smile on Yu Liancheng's face became even brighter: "What does the Sect Leader think of my kung fu?"

The Demon Sect Leader said: "Naturally, it is extremely profound."

Yu Liancheng said: "For an expert like me to only be an ordinary Demon Sect member, isn't that a bit unreasonable?"

The Demon Sect Leader said: "It is indeed a bit unreasonable."

Yu Liancheng said: "Then which chair does the Sect Leader think I should sit in?"

The Demon Sect Leader said: "Deacon?"

Yu Liancheng shook his head.

The Demon Sect Leader said: "Helm Master?"

Yu Liancheng shook his head.

The Demon Sect Leader said: "Hall Master?"

Yu Liancheng still shook his head.

The Demon Sect Leader sighed: "Do you want to be an Elder or a Dharma King? But even if your martial arts are high, if you do not achieve some merit, I fear you will not be able to convince those below."

Yu Liancheng also sighed: "Since an Elder or Dharma King cannot convince people, then I will reluctantly settle for being the Sect Leader."

Once these words were spoken, expressions varied; some sneered, some were burning with rage, some were disdainful. Although Elder Ghost Child had been defeated, the Demon Sect had experts as numerous as clouds, and the Sect Leader's Godly Blade Slash was a strike that shocked both gods and ghosts, being supreme and powerful. Plus, there were countless Demon Sect disciples in the valley, along with traps and mechanisms. Even if the Seven Great Sects of the righteous path attacked, they could still handle it with ease.

The Demon Sect Leader was actually still smiling, only the smile had grown somewhat cold: "On what grounds do you think you are qualified to be the Demon Sect Leader?"

Yu Liancheng said: "Naturally, on the grounds of my martial arts; my martial arts are truly very high."

The Demon Sect Leader said: "How high?"

"As high as Yu Liancheng."

The Demon Sect Leader had, of course, heard the name Yu Liancheng.

Anyone with even a slight understanding of the Central Plains martial arts world could not possibly not know this name.

But legends are legends precisely because few people can ever come into contact with them.

The people of the Demon Sect did not know how high Yu Liancheng was.

But they would soon find out.

Yu Liancheng waved his sleeve and made a casual grab into the void.

It was as if he had grabbed something, but when he opened his palm, there was indeed nothing in it.

Then he blew on it casually, as if something was being blown from his hand toward the crowd of Demon Sect experts.

The Demon Sect experts were all on high alert, ready to strike. But they saw nothing and assumed Yu Liancheng was just bluffing. Sneering one by one, they surged their True Qi, their bodies tensed, ready to launch their most violent offensive against Yu Liancheng.

"Ah!"

Suddenly.

A scream broke the silence of the library.

Immediately following, screams continued incessantly, wounds burst open one after another, and blood sprayed.

The crowd of Demon Sect experts finally knew what Yu Liancheng had blown; he had blown a gust of wind, and the wind had transformed into Qi.

—Sword Qi.

That Sword Qi which could not be seen by the naked eye, which seemed soft and weightless, but in reality, could cut through metal and jade, and was invincible.

From that single breath, no one knew how many hundreds or thousands of Sword Qi were blown out; the floor had already been shredded into powder, forming an airtight net of swords that enveloped the crowd of Demon Sect experts. Qi is naturally formless, and this Sword Qi was exceptionally gentle; before they had even sensed the approach of the Sword Qi, their heads were already separated from their bodies.

"Ahhh!

"

Amidst a series of miserable screams, everyone had at least seventy or eighty wounds cut into them; their clothes were shredded, fresh blood gushed out, and they had almost become individual bloody figures. Some were even sliced by hundreds of sword edges in an instant, the skin and flesh torn open silently, blood vessels and meridians severed. They collapsed onto the ground like piles of meat, their eyes still filled with shock and disbelief.

Even though some Demon Sect experts were slightly further away and had sensed the Sword Qi from their companions, the moment their weapons were drawn, they were already sliced into dozens of pieces. The moment their palms gathered enough True Qi, their entire bodies were already being carved by countless Sword Qi. Not only were they cut on the outside, but there was even Sword Qi that burrowed into their bodies, a sight too miserable to look upon.

If not for the fact that Yu Liancheng wanted to spare their lives to serve Shangguan Xian'er in the future, they would have been sliced into a thousand pieces in this instant, dead beyond any hope of recovery.

Of course.

There was only one exception.

That was the Demon Sect Leader.

This Sect Leader was indeed a formidable character; his reaction was extremely fast, and the moment his cheek was cut, he retreated like lightning. Amidst the screams of his subordinates, seeing the still smiling-yet-not-smiling Yu Liancheng, he actually felt a sense of fear as if standing on the edge of an abyss.

This kind of fear was something he had never felt since becoming the Demon Sect Leader.

It was very unfamiliar, but also very terrifying.

So he made a prompt decision, leaped toward the door, and fled regardless of everything else.

"Running quite fast." Yu Liancheng did not pursue.

The Dabei in his hand rustled without wind, making a clattering sound.

One page naturally detached from the book, floated in mid-air, transformed into a Black Cicada, and headed toward the door.

The Demon Sect Leader leaped and dashed, like a wild bolt of lightning dancing under the moon; in an instant, he was already a hundred feet away from the library.

The moonlight poured down, and the cold wind blew against his face; the Demon Sect Leader's head cleared up quite a bit, and recalling the scene from before, he was still heart-struck: "Who exactly is that guy? How can he be so terrifying? Although I was defeated by Bai Tianyu in the past, I have been practicing the God Blade Slash all these years and am no longer what I used to be. Yet, facing this person, I don't even have the courage to make a move."

Suddenly.

The Demon Sect Leader heard a faint, unusual sound behind him; this sound was like the friction of some kind of insect flapping its wings against the air.

Turning his head to look, he actually saw a Black Cicada.

On a cold winter day with whistling winds, there was actually a Black Cicada appearing?

What was even more terrifying was that the moment he saw the Black Cicada, the Demon Sect Leader felt a sense of death and ominousness, and his whole body actually began to tremble.

The speed of this Black Cicada was truly too fast; it was only two zhang away from him.

The Demon Sect Leader stopped abruptly and gripped his Crescent Moon Blade tightly.

The scabbard of the curved blade was made of pure silver, and a lustrous, round pearl was embedded in the hilt.

The blade was green, as green as distant mountains, as green as spring trees, as green as the lake water in the eyes of lovers.

The next moment.

A blade light flew up,

A blade light like a crescent moon flew up and hung in the firmament.

The stars and moon in the sky lost their color.

In heaven and on earth, it seemed as if only this streak of stunning, indescribably beautiful blade light remained.

This strike was definitely not something of the human world; the changes and power of this blade technique were definitely not something any mortal could dream of.

Although this strike had no variations, it contained the essence of all variations in blade techniques. It could hover and dance in the air, taking a person's head from a hundred paces away.

Because the blade technique, position, timing, force, and speed used when this strike was launched were all precisely calculated, it was just enough to push one's own power to the limit.

Once the Demon Blade was unleashed, those who stood in its way would surely die; the power of this strike was peerless.

This strike was truly—the God Blade Slash.

Suddenly, a tiny, imperceptible black dot appeared within the bright blade light.

This black dot was like a flaw in white jade, unbearable, no longer perfect.

What was even more terrifying was that the black dot continued to expand, and the Darkness spread rapidly, instantly eroding the entire blade light.

When the final blade light vanished, this invincible God Blade Slash was broken; what broke the God Blade Slash was a Black Cicada.

The Black Cicada landed on the back of the Crescent Moon Blade.

The Demon Sect Leader held the Crescent Moon Blade, his arm trembling. Looking at that Black Cicada, that indescribable fear surged up again, almost drowning his entire being.

The abdomen of the Black Cicada swelled slightly.

Hiss!

The Demon Sect Leader heard the sound of a cicada, a shrill and extremely mournful chirping.

The cold cicada chirps mournfully; not only is the cicada mournful, but the people who hear this sound are also very mournful.

It was as if this sound contained the curses of the nine heavens and ten earths, of all Gods and all Demons, deafening to the ear.

In this instant, the True Qi within the Demon Sect Leader's body rampaged uncontrollably, wanting to burst out; his meridians and acupoints exploded one after another, his clothes were stained red, and finally, with a miserable cry of "Ah," he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down dead on the spot. A generation of Demon Sect Leader had thus lost his life.

The Black Cicada grabbed the Crescent Moon Blade and returned the way it came, entering the library.

After Yu Liancheng took the Crescent Moon Blade, the Black Cicada crawled onto the open Dabei and transformed back into a page of the book.

The remaining Demon Sect experts saw this scene, especially the blood-stained curved blade, and each of them looked as if they had seen a ghost; their faces were completely occupied and twisted by fear.

Is this guy even human?

This is definitely not a level that martial arts can reach.

Only Shangguan Xiaoxian's beautiful eyes were sparkling; her master was always omnipotent and unfathomable.

Even though he appeared so kind and easygoing, he was still like the Tianshan in myths, standing far away on the horizon, overlooking the changes in the human world, unapproachable, only to be looked up to.

"The Crescent Moon Blade can only be wielded by the Sect Leader. Now that this blade has fallen into my hands, can I then be considered the Demon Sect Leader?"

Yu Liancheng looked at this Demon weapon filled with baleful energy, as if he could feel its ominousness and evil.

The remaining Demon Sect experts looked at each other, but soon someone stepped forward and knelt on the ground: "The Heavenly Demon is formless, ten thousand wonders are boundless, above heaven and below earth, I alone am supreme; your subordinate, Heavenly King Zhihui, Die'erbu, pays respects to the Sect Leader."

With one person taking the lead, and these Demon Sect experts being far from stubborn, a row of blood-soaked figures soon knelt before him.

Yu Liancheng sighed, "Although my martial arts are high, I ultimately committed an act of insubordination by killing the previous Sect Leader. I am unworthy of this position. Therefore..."

He pulled Shangguan Xian'er in front of him: "I intend to pass this position to my disciple, Shangguan Xian'er. Do any of you have any objections?"

"..."