No demons in all realms

Chapter 36 I'll protect this person

"magician!"

A voice came from behind, clear, sharp, and carrying a murderous intent.

"You killed so many innocent people!"

Su Yang didn't turn around. His head was throbbing so badly it felt like it was going to split open, and he simply didn't have the strength to care who was behind him.

A sword light pierced through the air, as fast as lightning. Su Yang sensed the sword and tried to dodge, but his body wouldn't obey him.

The malevolent energy surged wildly within him, disrupting his every movement and slowing him down.

The sword pierced through his back shoulder and exited through his front shoulder. The cold sensation of the blade cutting through flesh and blood momentarily relieved Su Yang's headache.

He looked down at the sword tip that had pierced through his shoulder, blood dripping from it and falling drop by drop into the pool of blood at his feet.

The voice rang out again, right behind him, demanding, "Tell me, why did you massacre the village?"

Su Yang recognized the voice.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but a sweet, metallic taste welled up in his mouth. It wasn't blood, but a malevolent aura that surged up from his throat and blocked his mouth, rendering him speechless.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the murderous aura, and then spoke in a very strange voice.

The sound was very soft and calm, unnaturally calm, like the calm before a storm.

"It seems the Great Sword Immortal is still the same as before."

Chen Luoluo's sword was still stuck in his shoulder, her hand still gripping the hilt, but she was completely frozen.

"Without asking why," Su Yang continued, his voice still soft and calm, "he just assumed everything he saw was right from the start."

Chen Luoluo looked at the back of the person in front of her.

Clad in white with long hair, he was thin and frail. His clothes were soaked in blood, and her sword was stuck in his shoulder. Blood dripped down the blade, onto the ground, and into the blood of the corpses, making it impossible to distinguish which blood was his and which belonged to others.

Her heart suddenly started racing.

A scene flashed through her mind: many years ago, a child dressed in small white clothes stood in the training ground of Wanjian Manor, holding a wooden sword taller than himself, and awkwardly gesturing.

She remembered the child's tone.

That lazy, indifferent, fearless tone is exactly the same as this person's tone.

Chen Luoluo's hands began to tremble.

"you……"

Su Yang turned around.

Her sword was still stuck in his shoulder, and as he turned, the blade creaked and groaned as it spun in his bones.

The sound was painful, but Su Yang's face remained expressionless, as if the sword wasn't stuck in his body, but in someone else's.

Chen Luoluo finally saw his face: white clothes, long hair, thin cheeks, and gauze covering his eyes.

Chen Luoluo almost dropped her sword.

"Junior Brother..." Her voice trembled, shaking uncontrollably.

Su Yang did not respond.

He reached out and grasped the blade of the sword embedded in his shoulder. The blade was sharp and cut his palm, blood flowing from between his fingers, but he seemed not to feel the pain.

He pulled the sword from his shoulder.

It wasn't a slow pull, but a sudden yank, the blade ripped from the bone, bringing with it a cloud of blood that splattered onto his white robes and onto Chen Luoluo's face.

Su Yang casually tossed the sword to the ground. There was a bloody hole in his shoulder, from which blood was gushing out, but he stood there with his back straight, as if the injury meant nothing to him.

Chen Luoluo looked at his shoulder, at his wounds, at the blood all over his body, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She took a step forward, reached out her hand, wanting to help him, to hug him, to confirm that this person was indeed the one she had been searching for for over a decade.

Su Yang took a step back.

This one step stopped Chen Luoluo in her tracks. Her hand froze in mid-air, unable to move forward or backward, just hanging there.

"I'm sorry." Chen Luoluo's tears streamed down her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you..."

Su Yang did not respond.

His face was expressionless, his empty eyes staring in Chen Luoluo's direction, but Chen Luoluo knew he couldn't see anything.

"You don't need to apologize to me." Su Yang finally spoke, his voice flat, as if he were talking to a stranger. "You're still the same as before, attacking without asking questions or distinguishing right from wrong."

Chen Luoluo's tears flowed even more fiercely. She opened her mouth, wanting to say that it wasn't like that, that she had been looking for him all these years, that she regretted it every day, that after his accident she went crazy to seek revenge on Medicine King Valley, that she killed many people to force out the antidote, even though the antidote came too late.

But she couldn't say anything, because no matter what she said, she was the one who stabbed him, and she was the one who caused the bloody hole in his shoulder.

"I thought these innocent people were killed by evil cultivators," Chen Luoluo said, crying.

"What if I killed him?" Su Yang asked Chen Luoluo with a wicked smile.

Chen Luoluo was stunned for a moment. She had seen this kind of aura before. People who had gone astray in their cultivation all had this almost tangible evil aura.

A thought suddenly occurred to her: if these villagers were really killed by him, what should she do? Avenge those villagers?

The thought only existed for a moment before she extinguished it.

"You must have had your reasons for killing them." Chen Luoluo's voice was trembling with tears, but her tone was firm. "I don't believe you're someone who indiscriminately kills innocent people."

Su Yang suddenly laughed, a loud and manic laugh, tinged with an indescribable sorrow.

"Great Sword Immortal, you really have double standards."

His laughter suddenly stopped, and the smile on his face vanished, replaced by an extremely cold expression.

"You are the great swordsman who guards peace in the world." His voice was cold, as cold as the winter wind. "Then these villagers were killed by me. I indiscriminately slaughter the innocent and commit all sorts of evil. How about we have a duel?"

Chen Luoluo shook her head, desperately shaking her head, tears streaming down her face, "No, I won't fight you."

"Make your move." Su Yang remained unmoved. "I am not the person you think I am. I am just like him. My name is Su Yang, not You Yang."

He paused, and a strange smile appeared on his lips, as if he were laughing or crying at the same time.

"Of course, the person you're thinking of was killed by me a long time ago."

These words were like a knife, piercing deep into Chen Luoluo's heart.

She looked at Su Yang, at his unfamiliar eyes, unfamiliar tone, and unfamiliar smile. This person was indeed unlike the junior brother she remembered.

Although that junior brother was lazy, he always had a smile in his eyes and was polite to everyone. He had never been so indifferent before.

But he was so similar—he looked like him, he sounded like him, he walked like him, and even the way he spoke was so similar.

She didn't know what to believe anymore.

Should she trust her eyes or her heart? If this is Youyang, then she will never forgive herself for almost killing him with that sword strike.

If this isn't Youyang, then what was the point of her ten years of searching and waiting?

Her mind was a complete mess, and her heart ached and felt chaotic, as if someone was grabbing her and twisting her hard.

Su Yang's words echoed repeatedly in her mind: "I'm the one you've been longing for, the one who has been completely killed."

What does that mean?

Is he really not Youyang?

Chen Luoluo felt like she had been played. She had been played by her own heart, by this person's words, and by the longing and guilt she had felt over the past ten years.

She looked up at Su Yang, her eyes reddening—not from tears, but from anger.

"You're playing me." Chen Luoluo's voice changed, from a sob to gritted teeth. "You've been playing me all along."

Chen Luoluo drew her sword.

It wasn't the sword that had been thrown on the ground earlier; it was another sword drawn from his waist.

The sword was slender and silver, with a faint, cold light flowing across its blade. It was the number one spirit sword of the Ten Thousand Swords Manor, Po Kong.

The Void-Piercing Sword emitted a clear, resonant sound in her hand, as if echoing its master's fury.

Su Yang stood still, holding the Thousand-Pound Fan in his hand, the fan closed, looking like a short stick.

His shoulder was still bleeding, the blood had stained half of his clothes red, but his expression remained the same, as calm as a stagnant pool.

Chen Luoluo thrust her sword forward, a swift and ruthless strike that whistled through the air, aimed directly at Su Yang's throat.

She was a late-stage Celestial Immortal, two minor realms higher than Su Yang. She used all her strength in this sword strike, and before the blade even arrived, the sword energy had already reached him, like an invisible needle piercing Su Yang's throat.

Su Yang tilted his head slightly.

The sword energy grazed his neck, severing several strands of hair and leaving a deep sword mark on the tree trunk behind him.

He didn't dodge the sword blade, but he dodged the sword energy. His perception was too strong; he sensed the trajectory of the sword energy before it even arrived and reacted in advance.

Chen Luoluo's second sword strike followed immediately. This strike was a horizontal sweep, with the blade moving from right to left, slashing down at the waist.

Su Yang pressed down with the Thousand-Pound Fan, which struck the sword blade, producing a metallic clang. Chen Luoluo felt a jolt in her arm, and the Sky-Piercing Sword almost slipped from her grasp.

She was taken aback.

When the Thousand-Pound Fan is closed, it looks like a short stick and looks inconspicuous, but the force it exerts on the sword is astonishing. It is not brute force, but a combination of righteous energy and the power of the Thousand-Pound Fan itself. It is worthy of the name "a fan that can strike a thousand pounds".

Chen Luoluo took a half step back, her sword stance changing from fierce to graceful. The Breaking Void Sword in her hand was like a silver snake, cunning and unpredictable, stabbing from all sorts of impossible angles, sometimes aiming at Su Yang's left rib, sometimes at the back of his neck, and sometimes at his knee.

Although Su Yang couldn't see, his senses captured every single movement of Chen Luoluo clearly.

Her breathing, her heartbeat, her muscle contractions, the deflection of her sword—all were within his perception.

He dodged most of the attacks, and used the Thousand-Pound Fan to block the ones he couldn't avoid. The Thousand-Pound Fan was half-opened in his hand, and the dark red light on the fan surface grew brighter and brighter. Each time it collided with the Sky-Piercing Sword, it would produce a muffled boom, like two mountains colliding.

The two fought for more than a dozen rounds, with neither gaining the upper hand.

Chen Luoluo was increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. She was a late-stage Celestial Immortal, a master swordsman for over twenty years, the number one disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Manor, and a renowned sword immortal in the mortal realm. Su Yang, on the other hand, was merely a blind man in the early stage of Celestial Immortal, wielding only a fan, yet he managed to fight her to a draw.

His fighting style was unlike anyone she had ever seen; he didn't rely on his eyes, but on his senses.

His perception covered an area of ​​several miles; her every move was within his awareness, and there were no secrets between them.

Su Yang's movements were strange; they looked slow, but he always managed to dodge her attacks perfectly, no more, no less.

What bothered Chen Luoluo the most was the malevolent aura emanating from the Thousand-Pound Fan. Every time the two weapons clashed, the malevolent aura would travel through the Void-Piercing Sword to her hand, like countless fine needles piercing her meridians, causing both coldness and pain, forcing her to divert her spiritual energy to suppress it.

After twenty rounds, Chen Luoluo's forehead was covered in sweat, and Su Yang wasn't much better off; his shoulder was bleeding.

Although he used his righteous energy to seal the blood vessels around the wound, the blood still kept seeping out. Every time he swung the Thousand-Pound Fan, the wound on his shoulder would be torn apart, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.

But his face remained expressionless. In the thirtieth round of their battle, Chen Luoluo changed her tactics.

Instead of confronting Su Yang head-on, she used her speed advantage as a late-stage Celestial Immortal to move rapidly around him.

Her steps were as fast as the wind, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, sometimes in front, sometimes behind, with the Sky-Piercing Sword stabbing in from all directions, each strike faster than the last.

Although Su Yang's senses could pinpoint her location, her speed was too fast for his body to keep up. He began to be suppressed, and his wounds multiplied. His left arm was slashed, his right leg was stabbed, and his back was swept by sword energy, causing a burning pain.

In the fortieth round, Chen Luoluo thrust her sword at Su Yang's heart. Su Yang blocked it with his Thousand-Pound Fan, but he had lost too much blood and could no longer keep up.

The fan was deflected back by the sword and struck his own chest. He groaned, staggered back several steps, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

It wasn't from being hit by the fan; it was the evil energy within his body that was causing the problem. The aftereffects of those three demonic cultivators interrupting his cultivation hadn't subsided, but he had suppressed that evil energy during the fight just now.

Now that he's injured, the malevolent energy surges up again, wreaking havoc in his internal organs, causing him to tremble in pain.

Su Yang knelt on one knee, panting heavily, with the Thousand-Pound Fan supporting his body.

Chen Luoluo saw an opportunity. A moment of hesitation flashed in her eyes, but only for a second. Then she gripped the Breaking Void Sword and thrust it forward.

This sword strike was aimed straight at Su Yang's heart, swift and ruthless, showing no mercy.

Su Yang sensed the sword strike. He tried to dodge, but his body was no longer under his control. The murderous aura surged within him, and his limbs felt as if they were bound, unable to move.

He closed his eyes.

Just as the Void-Piercing Sword was about to pierce Su Yang's heart, the air suddenly froze.

An overwhelming, suffocating pressure descended from the sky, freezing the entire space. The Void-Piercing Sword stopped an inch in front of Su Yang's chest, unable to pierce any further.

"To attack his own junior brother, every move is a killing blow." A lazy voice came from the tree, carrying an indescribable sarcasm. "Truly worthy of being called the world-renowned Great Sword Immortal."

Chen Luoluo raised her head.

A man jumped down from the tree. He was in his thirties, with a thin face and a cynical smile on his lips. There was no spiritual energy fluctuation on his body, but his calm and unhurried aura made Chen Luoluo's heart skip a beat.

This person is very strong, much stronger than her.

Qian Jiuri walked up to Su Yang, squatted down, and looked at his injuries.

He had a large hole in his shoulder, more than a dozen sword wounds on his body, his face was as white as paper, his lips were purple, and his internal energy was as chaotic as a tangled mess.

"It's been four years." Qian Jiuri looked at Su Yang, his tone tinged with emotion. "You've actually broken through to the Celestial Immortal realm. Old Jin really wasn't lying to me. You truly are a genius."

When Su Yang saw that the person who came was Qian Jiuri, he could no longer hold on. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no sound came out. He closed his eyes and collapsed.

Qian Jiuri caught him and gently placed him on the ground, just as Chen Luoluo's Void-Piercing Sword pierced through the air again.

Qian Jiuri didn't even look at it; he simply stretched out two fingers and gently pinched the blade between them.

Chen Luoluo tried to pull the sword out, but couldn't. The sword seemed to be welded to her two fingers, completely immovable.

"Senior," Chen Luoluo's voice was cold, "I have an irreconcilable feud with him. Are you sure you want to get involved? You can't bear the consequences."

Qian Jiuri burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the valley and rustling the leaves. "A little girl like you dares to talk to me about cause and effect?"

He loosened his grip, and the Void-Piercing Sword bounced back, forcing Chen Luoluo to stagger back several steps before regaining her balance.

Qian Jiuri stood up, shielding Su Yang behind him, and looked at Chen Luoluo. He still had a smile on his face, but his eyes had changed.

"I will protect this person," he said, enunciating each word clearly. "Today! I will bear the consequences of his actions. Even the Heavenly King himself cannot take him away. I said it..."