chsdbacks Chapter 29 Taking Over Qingxia Xuanyue's Invasion
Chapter 29 Taking Over Qingxia Xuanyue's Invasion
On the main summit platform, the blood hadn't dried yet.
Li Xian sheathed his sword and glanced at the Qingxia disciples kneeling on the ground.
More than two hundred people.
"Raise your heads, everyone."
Nobody moved.
Li Xian spread his divine sense and began to search through old accounts. Xuan Qingzi had a top-secret ledger in the Sea of Bitterness.
The first one is a disciple of the Bitter Sea Realm, an inner sect steward. Three years ago, he led a team to slaughter two mortal villages and personally drowned an infant.
The dagger was drawn, then sheathed; a line of blood appeared, and a head fell to the ground.
The second one is the Elder of the Other Shore Realm, who is in charge of collecting mineral resources. He breaks the limbs of old miners who are unwilling to hand over their resources and throws them into abandoned mine pits to die.
A knife.
The third, the fourth, the fifth...
Li Xian kept walking.
Walking among the kneeling crowd.
Each swing of the dagger was clean and precise.
There were no unnecessary movements, no hesitation, and no anger.
He was killing people, but it was more like he was doing something that should have been done long ago—checking the accounts and closing them one by one.
Blood splattered on his robes, but he didn't wipe it off.
Lei Ying followed three zhang behind, her face deathly pale and her stomach churning.
She covered her mouth, suppressing the urge to vomit, without turning her head or speaking.
She remembers how it felt when she was pinned to the ground.
I remember that little finger that was broken off.
I remember the burning pain when the dagger cut through my skin.
So she didn't say anything.
A young girl's pity is reserved only for those who deserve it.
When he had killed his hundredth enemy, Li Xian stopped in front of a young boy.
The boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was trembling all over, his crotch was soaked, and he was kowtowing repeatedly.
A spiritual probe revealed that the boy's records were clean.
Having only been a novice for half a year, he spends his days sweeping the floor and watering the flowers, and doesn't even have the right to go down the mountain.
Li Xian withdrew his divine sense and walked past.
The boy lay on the ground, unable to hold back his sobs.
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……
Nearly two hours have passed.
The main peak fell silent.
Li Xian stood in the center of the open space.
The dagger lay horizontally beside him, the blood on its blade already congealed into a dark brown.
Behind them, 217 corpses lay scattered throughout Qingxia Sect—on the stone steps, in the bamboo grove, in front of the main hall, and on the back mountain path.
Blood trickled down the cracks in the stone slabs, forming a thin stream.
There are 23 people left.
Some sat slumped, some wept, some stared blankly; no one dared to look up at Li Xian's face.
"There are three people imprisoned in the stone cell behind the mountain," Li Xian told Lei Ying.
Lei Ying left quickly.
Half an hour later, she brought back three emaciated old men—two men and one woman, whose cultivation had been completely sealed and whose bodies were covered in wounds, clearly having been tortured for a long time.
When the female elder was helped out, she was stunned for a long time upon seeing the corpses scattered all over the ground.
"...Who are you?"
"The old scores are settled." Li Xian tossed her a damaged spiritual herb. "What's your name?"
"Ning Qingyi, formerly the Discipline Elder of the Qingxia Sect." The female elder swallowed the pill, the seal loosened, and her divine power slowly recovered. "My two senior brothers and I opposed Xuan Qingzi's support of the bandits and were imprisoned in the stone cell."
"understood."
Li Xian turned around and walked towards the treasure vault in the back mountain.
The treasure vault of the Qingxia Sect is hidden beneath the main peak and sealed with an array. It can only be opened with the sect leader's token and three divine power imprints.
When Xuan Qingzi died, the mark naturally disappeared.
Li Xian took out the token he had found and stuck it on the stone door.
The array patterns flickered, and the stone gate suddenly burst open.
The treasure vault was not large, consisting of three stone chambers.
The first room was filled with Originium, stacked neatly.
Li Xian glanced at it and estimated in his mind—half a Fangyuan, about 1,600 to 1,700 jin.
It far exceeds the normal reserves of a Dao Palace-level sect.
'The bandits plundered more than one mine. Most of these resources were stolen from ordinary people.'
He put all the Originium into the Jade Bottle.
The movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
The second room stores secret manuals—cultivation techniques, spells, and pill formulas. Most of them are not of high grade, but they are complete.
The third room contains weapon racks, filled with magical artifacts used by Daoist cultivators; the quality is acceptable.
Li Xian picked out three magic weapons that were fairly handy, and took the rest along with the secret manuals, throwing them in front of Ning Qingyi.
"These should be distributed to the living."
Ning Qingyi was stunned.
"From today onwards, the three of you will be in charge of the Qingxia Sect." Li Xian said calmly, "You are to remain secluded and cultivate in seclusion. You are not allowed to go down the mountain and cause trouble. I will be on patrol."
Ning Qingyi opened her mouth, as if to say something—thank you? Or should she press for an answer?
She eventually just knelt down, her forehead touching the ground.
"I will obey the decree."
Li Xian didn't look at her again and left with Lei Ying.
……
One month later.
The entire village of Shizhai was relocated.
They settled in a valley outside Qingxia Gate.
With a water source, a mineral source, and a protective array, Master Zhang grinned for three days straight, his toothless mouth agape.
Li Xian went into seclusion.
The fragments of divine source transformed into streams of light that poured into the sea of suffering, marking the fifth transformation of the other shore, a natural and inevitable outcome.
In the azure void above the Bitter Sea, the strange phenomenon of intertwined lightning grew increasingly intense, and a faint silver-white pillar of light pierced through the sky from the seabed—that was the nascent form of the phenomenon, gathering momentum.
Each transformation of a mortal body is more difficult than the last, but Li Xian's transformation speed has not slowed down.
the reason is simple--
His route was flawless, with not a single step wasted.
With an oversupply of Originium, nine parts are consumed and one part is retained, and cultivation only stops when the practitioner reaches their limit.
Others' spiritual practice is like feeling their way across a river by touching the stones.
He was carrying a map and driving on the highway.
When we left the pass, it was already late autumn.
Lei Ying stood guard at the cave entrance and handed over a bowl of hot soup, just like before.
"Immortal Master..."
The silver-haired girl hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.
Li Xian took the bowl and took a sip.
"explain."
"Elder Ning has sent a message—"
"The Li Huo Sect, Luo Xia Sect, Xuan Yue Cave, and Qi Xing Pavilion have been sending people to spy on Qing Xia Mountain Sect frequently over the past half month."
"Three days ago, Li Youran, the ninth disciple of the Xuan Yue Cave Master, came to pay his respects and said he wanted to 'unite the two sects,' but Elder Ning turned him away. Yesterday he came again with twenty people and refused to leave the mountain gate."
Li Xian put down the bowl.
"Walk."
……
Qingxia Mountain Gate.
After the three-zhang-long boulder was reduced to ruins, Ning Qingyi erected a new wooden sign as a makeshift storefront.
In front of the wooden sign, more than twenty Xuan Yue Cave disciples swaggered onto the stone steps, some sitting cross-legged in meditation, others eating dried fruit, oblivious to their surroundings.
The young man leading the group sat on a stone stool under the wooden sign, his legs crossed, fanning himself with a folding fan.
Li Youran, the ninth disciple of the Xuan Yue Cave Master, is handsome, dressed in brocade robes and jade belt, and has the demeanor of a young master from a noble family.
Ning Qingyi stood in front of him, her face ashen.
"Nephew Li, the Qingxia Sect has closed its doors to visitors. Please—"
"Uncle Ning."
Li Youran smiled broadly, closed his folding fan, and tapped her shoulder:
"Look at Qingxia now. The sect leader is dead, all the grand elders are dead, and there are only twenty-odd people left in the entire sect. They can't even hold up the formation. My master kindly suggested the merger to give you a way to survive."
He stood up, looked around, and shook his head with a tsk-tsk sound.
"Besides, can you hold onto Qingxia Sect's share of source ore? Rather than letting others take it from you, you might as well—"
That's enough.
The sound came from below the mountain path.
Li Youran turned her head and saw a young man climbing the steps.
He wore coarse cloth clothes, had long black hair, and wore a broken monk's knife at his waist. Behind him followed a girl with shoulder-length silver hair.
"Who are you?"
Li Xian walked closer and glanced at him.
"The owner of this place."
Li Youran raised an eyebrow and looked Li Xian up and down.
The Divine Bridge Realm... no, the Other Shore Realm, is still quite young.
"So you're the rogue cultivator who killed Xuan Qingzi?" Li Youran snapped open her folding fan, held it to her mouth, and chuckled in a low voice to her junior brother beside her. "That's it? I thought you were some big shot, just someone from the Other Shore..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
Li Xian raised his hand.
The right sleeve is pulled horizontally, seemingly casual, but actually containing the hard force of Bajiquan.
When the wind from the sleeve arrived, Li Youran didn't even have time to react.
"Snapped!"
The folding fan shattered, and pieces of paper flew everywhere.
Li Youran's left cheek was swollen high, two bloody teeth flew out of her mouth, and she spun around halfway on the spot.
"You dare—"
Second sleeve.
Right cheek.
"Snapped!"
His facial features were contorted in pain, and blood gushed from his nose.
Third sleeve.
The top of the head.
Li Youran's knees buckled, and she fell to her knees with a thud.
Fourth sleeve.
back.
The person was sent flying.
Li Youran's body tumbled down the stone steps like a kite with a broken string, sliding along the gravel at the edge of the mountain path before finally plunging headfirst into the clear pool outside the mountain gate.
Just like the four gatekeepers a month ago.
Water splashed up several feet high.
Twenty disciples of Xuan Yue Cave were petrified.
Li Xian withdrew his long sleeves and looked at the twenty people.
"Go back and tell your cave master."
His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clearly pierced into the ears of everyone present.
"If you want to talk, have him come in person."
"Bring enough Originium."