Chapter 100: Ten Thousand Swords Dao Talisman

Not far from the entrance to the Daoxuan Alliance’s secret realm!

On a certain mountain peak!

An old man clad in a yellow Daoist robe was wielding his treasure sword, moving in a mystical posture to channel his magic power.

Countless magic powers were unleashed, drawn into the void by a black-and-red glowing talisman pattern, spewing forth across this realm.

A life talisman flickered within it.

The life talisman was He Pingsheng’s life talisman.

The old Daoist was naturally Yu De.

The method of using bloodline to locate one’s physical body was an ancient secret technique, rarely used in the cultivation world.

Because it was generally unnecessary.

This secret technique could pinpoint the location of the body within a two-thousand-li radius.

Yu De performed this spell here because he wanted to see whether He Pingsheng was inside the secret realm.

If he was, the two-thousand-li coverage would be sufficient to detect him.

But unfortunately, he detected no trace of He Pingsheng at all.

That meant He Pingsheng was not inside the secret realm.

Then when had he left?

Yu De frowned.

The moment his granddaughter died, he had flown straight to the secret realm’s entrance and confirmed repeatedly with others that no cultivator had teleported out during that time.

That meant He Pingsheng had remained inside the secret realm all along—yet now he was gone.

Clearly, he had left with another sect.

Disguise?

Makeup?

In an instant, Yu De’s mind flashed with countless methods.

He closed his eyes, methodically sorting through them, speculating, recalling each one.

Yet he found not a single clue.

“Good boy…” Yu De drew a deep breath, his eyes revealing a hint of seriousness: “So cautious in his actions—could he have deceived me right under my nose?”

“Good, good, good!”

“Let’s see where you can hide now!”

Yu De waved his hand, snatched up the jade talisman again, and shot skyward with a whoosh, riding a flying sword as he headed south along the path.

He had no specific destination—only a slow search throughout the entire Daoxuan Alliance.

As long as He Pingsheng appeared within his two-thousand-li range, he would find him.

Of course, if the bastard had escaped the Daoxuan Alliance’s territory, there would be no hope of finding him.

But a pleasing event came to Yu De soon.

On the fourth afternoon of his relentless search, the jade tablet in his hand finally flickered.

He had locked onto He Pingsheng’s location.

“Hahaha… I’ve finally found you!”

“Hmph…”

“He Pingsheng…”

“I’m coming!”

Flying sword speed was swift—less than half an hour later, Yu De landed on his flying sword not far from the cave entrance where He Pingsheng was in seclusion!

He did not strike immediately.

After all, he was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, while He Pingsheng was merely a Qi Refining seventh-layer.

What Yu De intended was to first ask He Pingsheng what had happened, then slowly torture him to death.

Slapping him dead outright would be too kind.

“Cultivation nephew He Pingsheng, I am Yu De!”

“Come out and speak!”

Yu De’s voice was not loud, but it carried clearly into the cave.

He Pingsheng, who was practicing the [Mystic Gate Stillness True Scripture], froze in shock: Dammit… how did this old bastard find me here?

“I give you ten breaths!”

“After ten breaths, I will obliterate this cave completely!”

He Pingsheng leapt to his feet and cautiously stepped out of the cave mouth.

The sun had set; the sky was dim, and the dark valley was nearly as black as night.

Outside stood an old man in a yellow Daoist robe—Yu De.

Beside Yu De stood a giant golden serpent, its entire body gleaming gold.

The serpent reared up half its body, nearly matching Yu De’s height, while the rest lay coiled on the ground.

“Chii… chii… sssss…”

The serpent opened its mouth and hissed cold air toward He Pingsheng.

“After the secret realm ended, you didn’t return to the sect—why are you skulking in this valley?” Seeing He Pingsheng, Yu De somehow felt his anger vanish.

His tone now was utterly calm.

He Pingsheng was calmer still.

He said: “Then why are you sneaking here to find me, Master Uncle?”

Yu De asked: “Did you kill Linglong?”

He Pingsheng did not answer, but countered: “Did you kill my parents?”

Yu De’s brows furrowed slightly, his gaze narrowing on He Pingsheng: “Good boy—you dare speak to me like this?”

“Enough, enough…”

“Since it’s like this, I won’t ask anymore!”

“Today, I’ll show you how I kill!”

“Go…” Yu De slammed his palm hard against the golden giant serpent.

The golden serpent shuddered slightly, then slithered toward He Pingsheng.

Its vertical pupils glowed with two points of light in the darkness.

Bright, eerie.

Just one look sent chills down the spine.

The giant serpent did not attack immediately—it merely circled He Pingsheng slowly.

He Pingsheng no longer hid, for the serpent could strike at any moment.

“Open…”

He whispered sharply.

A green Dao talisman flew out.

In less than a breath, the green jade talisman shattered—hundreds of emerald sword lights coalesced above He Pingsheng’s head.

Each sword light aimed at the golden serpent.

Hundreds of them!

Ten Thousand Swords Dao Talisman!

Could a Dao talisman kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator?

Unknown!

Only one chance remains.

If it kills, it kills.

If it doesn’t, I die.

Today is the end—whether I escape or not depends on fate alone.

“This… is a Dao talisman?” Yu De’s face instantly twisted with shock: “Even a top-grade Dao talisman?”

“How… how do you have something like this?”

Yu De was afraid.

He understood Dao talismans far better than He Pingsheng did.

Not even a mid-grade Dao talisman could be resisted by a Foundation Establishment cultivator—it inflicted grave injury.

Impossible to block.

A top-grade one? Even less so.

“Cultivation nephew, let’s talk calmly!” Yu De’s expression changed instantly: “Your parents’ death involved many misunderstandings!”

“I can’t explain it all now!”

“Think—how could an inner sect Foundation Establishment cultivator like me have any interest conflict with your parents, mere outer sect disciples?”

“So I wouldn’t kill them without reason!”

“It’s all a misunderstanding!”

He Pingsheng drew a deep breath and said: “Is it truly a misunderstanding?”

He Pingsheng took a deep breath and said, “Is it really a misunderstanding?”

When Yu De saw He Pingsheng asking, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly spoke in a soft, soothing tone: “It’s all a misunderstanding, nephew—stop your technique, and I promise you…”

Before he could finish, He Pingsheng said: “Master, why are you here too?”

He Pingsheng’s words came suddenly; Yu De barely thought before instinctively turning his head to look behind him.

At that moment, hundreds of sword lights above He Pingsheng’s head erupted downward toward Yu De.

“Damn… he tricked me…”

Yu De roared in fury!

Countless emerald sword lights blotted out the sky above Yu De like a sea of green clouds!

At this moment, Yu De had two choices.

First, run!

Second, defend!

If he ran, he would abandon all defense—any single sword light striking him would bring unimaginable consequences.

If he defended!

How could he defend?

There was no time to activate the seals on his magic treasure.

Because everything happened too fast.

Even if he could activate it, Yu De knew he couldn’t stop it.

Severe injury was now inevitable.