Myriad Daos of the Heaven

Who could have imagined that Jiang Jichen’s swordsmanship was so world-shaking, that his Sword Intent had reached a realm of unending regeneration!

Tai Chi begets the Two Principles; the Two Principles generate the Four Symbols.

The Four Symbols are Lesser Yang, Taiyang, Lesser Yin, and Taiyin.

The Yin and Yang Swords, which had been on the verge of dissipating, instantly transformed into four new blades—the Lesser Yang, Sun, Lesser Yin, and Taiyin Swords. Not even Feng Tianxing could have imagined such a thing, much less evade or block them.

"Aargh!"

Feng Tianxing let out a bloodcurdling scream. The sound shook Cyan Moon City, and everyone who heard it grew pale.

The Taiyin Sword pierced his forehead, and a trickle of fresh blood oozed out—a horrifying sight.

The Lesser Yin Sword pierced his throat, causing bloody foam to bubble up from a wound that refused to heal.

His heart was struck by the Lesser Yang Sword, but it only left a deep, black groove on the Silver Pattern Battle Armor.

His Qi Sea was struck by the Sun Sword, but it too merely left a black mark, failing to breach it.

The defense of the Profound-level Defense Spiritual Artifact was truly astonishing; even the Lesser Yang and Sun Swords failed to pierce it. Unfortunately, it couldn’t protect his entire body.

Feng Tianxing’s eyes were filled with disbelief and indignation. He supported himself with his sword in one hand while clutching his throat with the other. His face was a mask of agony, but he could only gurgle, unable to form words.

Amazingly, even after being struck by the Lesser Yin and Taiyin Swords, he didn’t die instantly. A Life Protection Secret Artifact inside him was keeping his Divine Soul from dissipating.

Meanwhile, Jiang Jichen had of course been slashed by the endless silver Sword Shadows as well.

Wind-Rolling Cloud Sword!

This was an extremely powerful Sword Skill of the Feng Family. If cultivated to the Supreme Realm, one could form a sword with a single thought and conjure wind with a single thought. The sword would move with the wind, and the wind would rise with the sword...

Feng Tianxing was far from reaching such a Supreme Realm, but this Sword Form of his was still incredibly terrifying, absolutely capable of overwhelming and killing an ordinary Innate Sixth Layer Middle Stage Martial Artist.

But unfortunately for him, he had encountered Jiang Jichen!

Even though his body was covered in countless wounds deep enough to see bone, he remained standing firm.

Furthermore, after unleashing that final strike, he was a step faster than both the black-robed elder and the Old Emperor. He reached Feng Tianxing’s side and laid the blade of his Red Copper Sword across his neck.

A few meters away, the black-robed elder and the Old Emperor instantly froze, even though they were Minor Grandmasters at the Innate Eighth Layer.

The sight of the young Jiang Jichen holding his sword to the neck of the Feng Family’s Young Master stunned everyone watching from a distance.

Jiang Jichen was covered in grievous wounds, with not an inch of his skin left unscathed. Blood streamed down his legs and pooled on the ground, a shocking sight for all to see.

The Little Skeleton still followed half a meter behind him, making his figure seem somewhat small and lonely. At this moment, however, all anyone saw was an insurmountable mountain.

"Jiang Jichen, he’s the Young Master of the Feng Family! Think about the consequences!"

The Old Emperor stood three meters away, facing Jiang Jichen directly. His voice was grim as he spoke.

Jiang Jichen exhaled.

From the moment he had stepped into the Qingyun Eight-Story Tavern, his nerves had been stretched taut, keeping him in a state of maximum alert and combat readiness. Only now, with the life of Feng Tianxing, the Feng Family’s Young Master, hanging by the edge of his sword, could he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

’This battle was too difficult. The slightest misstep would have meant my death on the spot.’

’But this battle isn’t over. It might have only just begun!’

’The truly powerful experts haven’t even made a move yet. I’m surrounded by formidable enemies—like the black-robed elder, the Old Emperor, and the senior powerhouses from the various Sects and Noble Families!’

Jiang Jichen glanced around and gave a soft chuckle. "Do the consequences really matter? All I know is that today, no one can stop me from killing him!"

The black-robed elder’s face was grim. He was the Young Master’s guardian this time; if the Young Master were killed, he could not escape responsibility. His gaze was icy as he stared at Jiang Jichen. "You deliberately fought my Young Master and destroyed Qingyun Tower as a diversion to help that girl escape, right?"

Hearing the black-robed elder’s words, Jiang Jichen’s expression didn’t flicker. He replied coldly, "And what if I did?"

"It’s nothing," the black-robed elder sneered. "It’s just that experts from her sect, along with those from the other Noble Families and Sects, have been lying in wait at the city gates for a long time. Do you really think she can escape?"

But Jiang Jichen just smiled. "She’s not as weak and helpless as you all imagine!"

His voice radiated immense confidence in Jiang Ling’Er.

’All this time, Ling’Er has rarely had a chance to take action, so many people think she’s just a decorative vase. But she has the Water Spirit Body, a cultivation at the Innate Third Realm Perfection Realm, the power of the Dragon Soul Pearl, and a Forbidden Wooden Sword that can grievously wound any Spirit Cultivator below the Innate Seventh Layer. Is that not strong? Is that what you call a decorative vase?’

"Hmph. If that’s the case, what will it take for you to release my Young Master?"

Since threats didn’t work on Jiang Jichen, the black-robed elder had no choice but to adopt a softer stance. But bowing his head to this mere Innate Third Layer whelp—it was the greatest humiliation of his life.

Jiang Jichen didn’t answer. Instead, he asked, "If I let him go, will you let me, my family, and my friends live?"

’In truth, it was a simple question. The answer was obvious: impossible.’

’Never mind the Feng Family members I’ve already killed. Just for killing Prince Wuling, the Old Emperor will never let me go. There’s no place left for me in the Celestial Pearl Country.’

"If you release the Young Master, I can guarantee that your family and friends will not be harmed. As for you... we can spare your life!"

The black-robed elder said after a moment’s thought.

"’Spare my life?’ What exactly does that mean?"

Jiang Jichen asked calmly.

’Of course, I know perfectly well that even if I release the Feng Family’s Young Master, they won’t spare my family and friends. They just won’t be the ones to do it personally. An Upper-level Spiritual Cultivation Power like them has endless means. They wouldn’t even have to give an order; someone would come and slaughter everyone connected to me.’

’As for "sparing my life," that just means crippling my cultivation and leaving me at their mercy.’

’For instance, severing all four of my limbs, or destroying my physical body and leaving only my Divine Soul... these all fall under their definition of "sparing my life"!’

’But I asked anyway. I’m just trying to buy some time. By now, Ling’Er should have reached the North City Gate!’

’No one would ever guess that Ling’Er didn’t choose the south gate, but the North City Gate that leads to the Moonlight Forest. The defenses there must be weak, especially since I’ve drawn so many of the powerhouses here!’

Just then, the black-robed elder spoke. "We’ll cripple your Cultivation and leave you to the Young Master’s mercy. But we absolutely won’t take your life!"

Jiang Jichen laughed coldly. "In this world, the strong rule and the weak are devoured. Once I’m in your hands, my life and death won’t be for me to decide, will they?"

"Besides, it’s better to die a warrior on the battlefield than live as a cripple!"

"Well, negotiations have broken down. But there’s an old saying: even if business fails, goodwill remains. So, as a gesture of goodwill, I’ll gift you the head of the Feng Family’s Young Master! HAHAHA..." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Jiang Jichen’s wild laughter roared out, his voice spreading throughout Cyan Moon City and shaking the very heavens.

"Don’t!"

"Stop!"

"How dare you, you insolent whelp?!"

Hearing Jiang Jichen’s words, the black-robed elder, the Old Emperor, and the others all shouted in alarm, their expressions twisting in horror.

But Jiang Jichen’s sword was already in motion. With a wet THWACK, the head of the Feng Family’s Young Master tumbled to the ground, rolling to a stop before the black-robed elder!