Chapter 50: Ruthless Strength Forces the Bloom

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By the time Su Yi returned to the boat from the Marquis Yuan’s residence, midnight had already fallen. After Chi Pengjin and the others had gone to sleep, Su Yi walked alone onto the deck.

Though it was the dead of night, the torches along the ship’s rail still burned brightly. Every few paces, fully armed soldiers stood guard, and each bulkhead and port window was watched by designated sentries. This was to prevent any skilled enemies from sneaking aboard during the vessel’s mooring. For this reason, Su Yi had ordered Guan Shan to remain on board while he visited the Marquis Yuan’s manor.

With Su Yi’s deliberate and precise defensive arrangements, not even a first-rate master, let alone a congenital expert, could hope to slip aboard unnoticed.

After nodding to the patrolling soldiers, Su Yi ascended to the upper levels. The warship, a mighty vessel, had three layers above the main deck. He climbed to the topmost level, then leaped lightly onto the towering mast and stood upon it.

His visit here, in the depths of night, was for a purpose.

At dawn, their convoy of ships would leave the Shuiyang naval base and continue south. Just two more miles of river, and they would reach the vast, shimmering expanse of Shuiyang Lake.

The remaining members of the Yuan Demon Sect had two options: either seize the opportunity tonight, while the ships were moored, to sneak aboard and strike, or wait until the fleet entered Shuiyang Lake and launch an assault there.

As for waiting until they were further south or even until they reached Guangyang before making a move, Su Yi considered such a possibility highly unlikely.

Now, the Yuan Demon Sect knew their goal had been exposed, and—being far from united—any further delay would only breed complications and perhaps let another adversary snatch the prize first.

Anyone who captured Chi Pengjin and obtained the True Explanation could simply hide away in the mountains for a decade or two, waiting for their skills to mature, and then emerge invincible.

Moreover, the enemy surely believed that, once Chi Pengjin realized the peril he faced, he might not return home to Guangyang as planned. Shuiyang Lake’s vast waters offered countless routes of escape; with so many interconnected waterways, one could easily lose the Yuan Demon Sect in pursuit. Su Yi, bound by his mission, had to escort Chi Pengjin to Guangyang—but the enemy had no way of knowing this.

Thus, they would have to act quickly.

Putting himself in their place, Su Yi guessed that at this moment, someone from the Yuan Demon Sect was lurking nearby, poised to sneak aboard. If so, why not take the initiative?

Su Yi took out the infrared night vision binoculars he had prepared before the mission began—an expensive little device costing nearly ten thousand yuan, but now proving its worth.

He pressed his eyes to the binoculars and carefully scanned the surroundings.

Found you!

In a patch of grass on the opposite riverbank, a human silhouette appeared distinctly. The foe’s stealth skills were impressive, but against the night vision device, he was helpless.

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Su Yi methodically surveyed every direction, finally confirming that only one person was lurking nearby—the one he had just spotted.

Tough luck for you!

Su Yi wasn’t the type to passively defend; seeing an opportunity, he always struck hard.

From atop the forty-meter mast, Su Yi leapt like a night owl spreading its wings.

Sandstorm Skill, activate!

Growing stronger by the day, Su Yi now wielded the Sandstorm Skill with ease. Whirlwinds coiled around him, providing powerful propulsion as he soared across dozens of yards of river, descending straight toward the figure in the grass.

It wasn’t until Su Yi was several yards above the figure that the latter sensed the deadly intent descending from the sky.

Before Su Yi even landed, the fierce wind pressure flattened the surrounding grass, and his immense aura locked onto the figure below, making every inch of her skin tingle as if pierced by needles.

In the darkness, a strange longsword, gleaming with cold metallic light, suddenly burst forth with dazzling brilliance, meeting Su Yi’s thunderous attack head-on.

At the instant this strange sword appeared, Su Yi recognized the figure: Wen Xiang, the former sect leader’s daughter who, alongside Elder Feng Fei, had purged the other elders of the Yuan Demon Sect.

According to Xie Lingyuan’s intel, Wen Xiang’s status was unique. Though she was the former sect leader’s daughter, she was not an elder, but the Sect’s inheritor.

The inheritor had two missions: first, to safeguard the Sect’s legacy weapon, the Heavenly Demon Edge, until the leader was decided; second, to ensure the Sect’s heritage would never be lost.

Due to this special role, each generation’s inheritor practiced a costly secret art, enabling them to break through to the first-rate realm swiftly, but never progress further and, over time, lose their cultivation as age advanced.

Such an inheritor, newly ascended to the first-rate realm, might seem unimpressive—except for the fact that she wielded the Sect’s legacy weapon, the Heavenly Demon Edge.

This weapon, passed down since ancient times, contained the powerful will of successive sect leaders, granting it extraordinary might. With its aid, even a peak first-rate master would not dare claim victory over the inheritor.

As the two weapons clashed, Su Yi’s mind was flooded with terrifying hallucinations, his ears overwhelmed by countless sharp and piercing sounds as if his head were ringing.

Yet, his spiritual strength was formidable—far surpassing ordinary first-rate experts. With a focused mind and circulating true energy, he completely repelled the Heavenly Demon Edge’s interference.

Facing the crushing blow of Su Yi’s four-pronged gilded mace, Wen Xiang immediately realized the dire situation. The weight of his weapon and the force of his descending strike were truly shocking.

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At the critical moment, Wen Xiang had no choice but to activate her self-damaging secret art, using the Heavenly Demon Edge’s ability to drain her opponent’s true energy to deflect a portion of the force aside.

Even so, her palm was split open, a spray of blood bursting from between her fingers.

Light as a swan, Wen Xiang darted a yard away with the speed of a gale.

Su Yi’s four-pronged gilded mace crashed heavily to the ground, sending a muffled boom echoing outward, with the shockwave snapping all the roots of the grass and sending soil and leaves swirling through the air.

Seeing she could not match his strength, Wen Xiang tried to flee into the darkness.

Trying to escape!

With a tiger’s roar, Su Yi gathered his true energy beneath his feet, crushing the riverbank’s stones beneath his stride and launching himself forward like a bullet.

Combining true energy with his formidable physique, he closed the distance in a single breath.

The two figures collided once more. Though Wen Xiang tried desperately to avoid a direct clash, Su Yi—utterly unaffected by the Heavenly Demon Edge’s strange force field—refused to let her slip away. His four-pronged gilded mace swept and struck with abandon, each blow pounding like a giant drum in Wen Xiang’s chest, leaving her shaken and nauseous.

To counter Su Yi’s ferocious, overwhelming force, Wen Xiang’s sleeves soon shredded, and, flustered and embarrassed, she found herself helpless. Her opponent was like a humanoid beast, showing no mercy for her plight.

Go die!

Su Yi suddenly shouted a strange phrase that meant nothing to Wen Xiang, stepped in close, and delivered a heavy Black Tiger Heart Strike.

Hmm, this girl’s got some substance.

The thought flashed through Su Yi’s mind as Wen Xiang spat blood and flew like a broken kite, battered and defeated.