novelapdf Chapter 465: Sword Heart
Chapter 465: Sword Heart
Su Hongzhen's gaze landed on the hilt of the sword Zhou Jinyun was handing to him.
Then, following the direction of the blade, he first let his eyes settle on Zhou Jinyun's hand—the pale back of the young girl's hand, faint blue veins still visible beneath her skin.
After that, his gaze continued upward along the sleeve of Zhou Jinyun's gray Daoist robe, finally landing on the girl's face, meeting her eyes directly.
Kill him?
Su Hongzhen had never killed anyone in his entire life.
Maybe he had once felt the urge to kill—back then in that border village of Liaolong, when facing those deserters and bandits.
But…
Kill him?
Su Hongzhen lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the guy pinned beneath him—the one who called himself the Young Manor Lord of Fuliuliu Willow Sword Manor.
It was simple. All he had to do was take the sword from Immortal Master Zhou, infuse true qi into the blade, and slice it across the man's throat in one stroke.Life would end just like that.
"..."
Su Hongzhen did not take the sword Zhou Jinyun was offering.
"What are you waiting for?"
Zhou Jinyun's voice carried no hint of impatience, only a soft, gentle questioning of Su Hongzhen.
"Immortal Master, why do we have to kill him?" Su Hongzhen asked.
Hearing this, Zhou Jinyun said nothing. In her eyes, Little Su was nothing more than an inexperienced, dim-witted child who had never seen the real world.
Even though there was only one year between their ages.
As the chief disciple of Weaving Dreams Tower within the Mirage Palace, she had understood the survival rules of this cultivation world since childhood.
The strong prey on the weak.
Trash like this Young Manor Lord of Fuliuliu Willow Sword Manor—arrogant and disgusting to the point of nausea—if he was this clueless, then he should pay the price.
And that price was his life.
Zhou Jinyun stopped expecting Su Hongzhen to do it himself. She spun the sword in her hand once, gripped the hilt, and swung it toward the Young Manor Lord's throat.
But the instant her sword was about to strike the Young Manor Lord's neck, it was suddenly stopped by a single finger pressing gently up from beneath the blade.
The blade could not move an inch.
"Don't cause trouble for your Senior Chen."
The young cultivator in plain Daoist robes said with a light, casual smile.
The one who had stopped Zhou Jinyun's full-force slash with a single finger was none other than Mr. You.
"Senior, a mere Fuliuliu Willow Sword Manor—I can handle it on my own," Zhou Jinyun said.
"Fuliuliu Willow Sword Manor may not compare to the Han Crow Sect or the Jiugong Sect, but it can still be considered a local power around Moxu Mountain. Its manor lord is a cultivator at the late stage of the Qi Sea Realm. With your mid-stage Martial Spring Realm cultivation, how exactly would you handle it?" Mr. You said slowly.
"..."
Zhou Jinyun said nothing, but the expression on her face had already revealed everything.
"Oh, I see. With your illusion arts?" Mr. You said, as if teasing her.
Hearing this, Zhou Jinyun's expression shifted slightly. Then she sheathed her sword and stepped to the side.
Seeing this, Mr. You gave Su Hongzhen a look.
"Kid, let him go."
"Yes, Senior," Little Su replied.
"Call me Mister, just like that big brother of yours," Mr. You said.
Right after that, Su Hongzhen released the Young Manor Lord of Fuliuliu Willow Sword Manor, who was still pinned to the ground.
And at this very moment, the Young Manor Lord was no longer as arrogant as before.
Because he knew full well that he had almost just died.
He could feel it—when that gray-robed young girl had swung her sword at him, the blade carried an overwhelming surge of true qi.
A Martial Spring Realm cultivator!
And not just any ordinary Martial Spring Realm cultivator.
The Young Manor Lord's master was the Sword Holder of Fuliuliu Willow Sword Manor—the second-strongest expert there, second only to his father.
He was a cultivator at the peak of the Martial Spring Realm. A year ago, during the Moxu Mountain Dao Debate, he had sparred with a crowd of Martial Spring Realm cultivators on the arena platform, and none of them could last ten moves against him.
It could be said that in the region of Moxu Mountain, the Young Manor Lord's master could rank among the top five of all Martial Spring Realm cultivators.
But even so, the Young Manor Lord knew clearly that even his master's strike couldn't match the power of that gray-robed girl's slash just now.
If that was all, it would have been one thing.
What was even more terrifying was that this suddenly appearing young cultivator in plain Daoist robes had casually blocked the girl's slash with just one finger.
A Qi Sea Realm cultivator!
He didn't know if this man could defeat his father, but the fact that his cultivation level was above the Qi Sea Realm was an absolute certainty.
A Qi Sea Realm cultivator—what an awe-inspiring existence!
And as for that "Senior Chen" he mentioned… who was that?
The Young Manor Lord didn't understand.
But the Young Manor Lord knew he should make a run for it.
He glanced back at the sword in the gray-robed girl's hand—the one that should have been his—then hesitated for half a breath. Seeming to make up his mind, he turned and left the inn without looking back.
The commotion in the courtyard had drawn quite a few people from the inn to watch.
Standing in the courtyard, Mr. You slowly turned his head to look at the cultivators peering from the inn's windows and doorways.
Then he used his spiritual sense to exert a bit of pressure on the crowd.
Seeing the situation turning bad, the cultivators who had been watching immediately scattered, going back to their own business and closing the inn's doors and windows.
In just a few breaths, only three people remained in the inn's courtyard: Mr. You, Su Hongzhen, and Zhou Jinyun.
"Senior," Zhou Jinyun said, standing to the side, looking like she wanted to speak but hesitated.
"Call me Mister," Mr. You said.
"...Mister," Zhou Jinyun paused for a moment, then quickly corrected herself.
"Speak."
"Mister… are you very familiar with my sect?" Zhou Jinyun asked.
"Quite a connection," Mr. You said with a smile.
"As for more than that, I suggest you not ask too many questions."
"...This junior understands."
Since the other party had put it that way, Zhou Jinyun clearly knew it was time to stop and not pry further.
"I've already settled things with your Senior Chen. Five years from now, we'll meet at Heavenly Summit Mountain," Mr. You said.
"For now, go take care of your own matters."
"This junior understands," Zhou Jinyun said, bowing respectfully once more.
Then Mr. You began to walk toward the exit of the inn's courtyard.
But as he passed by Su Hongzhen, he paused, turning his head to look at him.
Su Hongzhen looked up.
Then his eyes met those of Immortal Venerable Fusheng.
Without flinching at all, he simply stared straight into the Venerable's gaze.
"Mister," the boy spoke.
"What is it?" The young man's voice was very gentle.
"Just now… should I have killed him or not?" the boy asked.
"Follow your heart," the young man answered.
Dozens of feet away, inside a room on the second floor of the inn.
Still seated at the table, the handsome young man in plain white Daoist robes slowly raised his teacup and drank it down in one gulp.
Everything that had happened outside was completely within the grasp of his spiritual sense.