Chapter 21

Moreover, regarding the small movements outside, Su Chen, with his spiritual sense extended, had a clear grasp of their small movements.

However, he didn't think there was anything wrong; after all, he was a stranger, and it was only natural for them to be on guard.

Su Chen also had no time to pay attention to them; he sat cross-legged in the carriage, holding the broken blood blade in his hand, his eyes showing a look of regret.

This blood blade is a mid-grade spiritual artifact, and faintly it already seems to reach high-grade.

This blood blade is also introduced in the Blood Spirit Yin Demon Technique; it is called the Blood Spirit Demon Blade, forged from some special materials.

Although this blood blade was only low-grade after forging, it can be continually tempered with blood and yin energy, thereby steadily raising its grade, and it can ultimately be raised to the level of a top-grade spiritual artifact.

"No wonder, the power of this blood blade is so great that even under my sword qi it can still block one or two."

Su Chen muttered.

Su Chen continued to recall the Blood Spirit Yin Demon Technique, which also includes a method to repair the blood blade, but this requires a large amount of blood.

Su Chen let out a faint sigh, wondering where he could find so much blood; he could not bring himself to harm innocent people.

Thinking of this, Su Chen put away the blood blade, closed his eyes, and condensed another sword qi.

After three hours, Su Chen opened his eyes, and a sharp light flickered in them.

"Kill"

Just then, from the dense forest on both sides of the road, a thunderous shout of killing suddenly came.

A group of masked men in black clothing suddenly leapt out and, without a word, charged straight at the caravan to kill.

Mu Ling saw this, her expression drastically changed; she jumped out of the carriage, looked toward Su Chen's carriage, and a flash of hatred crossed her eyes as she now believed Su Chen was in league with those black-clothed men.

However, her steward drew his long sword and did not step half a pace away from the carriage.

The infant in the carriage seemed to sense something, and immediately began crying nonstop, the sound spreading here.

The caravan people immediately fell into panic, yet although they were panicked, their formation remained intact; they all drew their weapons, clearly trained individuals.

Immediately, the two sides clashed; in an instant, blood spattered and miserable cries rang out continuously.

Su Chen let out a faint sigh, stepped out of the carriage, a long sword appeared in his hand, and he directly slit the throat of a black-clothed man who attempted to sneak attack him.

Mu Ling saw this, her eyes faintly showed delight; she knew she must have guessed wrong.

Immediately, she shouted at Su Chen: "Please, young master, lend me your aid! Afterwards there will surely be generous reward."

Su Chen hesitated slightly; he did not know whether the two sides were good or evil, originally not wanting to get involved, but hearing the infant's wailing from the carriage, together with the favor of giving them a ride.

Su Chen let out a sigh. No longer hesitating.

The flying sword, under his fingertip, flew toward the sky, slashed a black-clothed person's neck; blood spurted instantly, and his head gurgle-gurgled and fell to the ground...

And Su Chen did not stop, continuing to control the flying sword, and in the same motion took away the nearby second and third black-clothed persons...

"Flying sword, is an immortal!"

Someone shouted in fear.

Everyone clearly saw this scene, and all of their faces were shocked.

However, their expressions were not all the same; most of Mu Qing's side were delighted, with fear and worry mixed.

And the black-clothed side were all terror and dread; no one dared to move, and at this moment Su Chen appeared like a demon in their eyes.

Su Chen looked at their expressions, a flicker of reluctance in his eyes, after all these were over a hundred lives; at the same time, his flying sword hovered in midair, motionless.

The leading black-clothed person, seeing this, instantly showed a hint of hope; he gritted his teeth and said, "Brothers, don't be afraid, I have also heard that immortals' spiritual power will also be exhausted."

"You see,

This flying sword has stopped moving; let's kill this immortal together—this immortal surely possesses cultivation methods; by then we will cultivate together and become immortals, how wonderful!

This leader pointed at the flying sword, his eyes showing greed, and loudly enticed.

Those behind him were mostly hesitant and fearful, but upon hearing the chance to become immortals, their eyes instantly blazed with fervor and greed.

That's becoming an immortal, after all! Who wouldn't want that?

Thus, under this black-clothed person's enticement, their fear of Su Chen gradually faded.

Su Chen, seeing this, his gaze turned cold; he cast aside the last trace of reluctance in his heart, pressed his fingers together, the flying sword stirred to life, and shot toward…the leader of the black-clothed persons.

"Pfft"

The leader of the black-clothed persons had his head sliced off, rolling to face the black-clothed person charging forward, blood spattering onto the ground.

If one could remove this black-clothed person's headscarf, one would surely see disbelief and regret on his face.

"Run!"

In the crowd, someone shouted, and immediately the black-clothed persons scattered like birds and beasts fleeing in all directions.

However, Su Chen had now cast aside that trace of reluctance; with his fingers pressed together, the flying sword ruthlessly harvested one living life after another, and heads rolled down…

And Mu Qing also faintly felt a trace of fear toward Su Chen, but this did not hinder her from making the correct judgment.

"Not a single one left!"

She waved her bare hand, and immediately the stalwart men around sprang into action, pursuing the fleeing black-clothed persons.

For those black-clothed persons terrified out of their wits, this pursuit was like adding frost to snow.

Although Su Chen's flying sword kills extremely quickly, given their scattered flight, he could not possibly kill them all, after all, controlling the flying sword also has its limits.

In less than the time it takes to burn half an incense stick, the screams had ceased; corpses lay everywhere, lying starkly on the ground as red as blood.

Among these black-clothed persons, only a few managed to escape the pursuit; they were all experts in lightness arts, and Su Chen did not spend the time to chase them.

Su Chen gazed at the already packed-up caravan gradually receding into the distance, saying nothing; he had just refused their generous gifts and the invitation to travel together again.

After all, in their eyes, their fear of him was certainly greater than their gratitude.

He began to set up a formation according to his memories from his previous life.

Soon, the area within a ten-zhang radius was completely enveloped by his Little Maze Array.

After Su Chen finished setting up the formation, a flash of light in his hand, and a jade slip appeared in his hand—it was precisely the Blood Spirit Yin Demon Technique.

He walked to the very center of this place, sat down cross‑legged, and began studying the method to repair the blood blade in the Blood Spirit Yin Demon Technique.

Two days later, Su Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and with a somewhat raw skill he cast several obscure, hard‑to‑understand technique formulas.

Pull!

The moment the formula was cast, the blood of the surrounding corpses seemed to be drawn inward, turning into thumb‑sized blood pillars that gathered in front of him.

Condense!

He whispered softly.

With another single finger, the nearly one hundred blood pillars around him slowly condensed together, forming a blood sphere about the size of a fist.

After roughly the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, a blood sphere about half a zhang in size floated slowly before him.

He glanced at the corpses that had completely lost their blood, a faint hint of contemplation appearing in his eyes.

Those corpses were only slightly shriveled, showing a terrifying pale‑blue hue, and had not become the desiccated bodies he had imagined.

Su Chen merely glanced at the nearby corpses, then shifted his gaze away and exhaled a long stream of turbid breath.

Fatigue showed in his eyes; then he took out one of the spiritual stones, closed his eyes to sit in meditation, and began restoring his Spiritual Qi.