A Blind Swordsman's Sword Coffin

Peng Luo moved with incredible speed, his body surging with vital force. Unfortunately, his brutal attack missed its mark.

Ye Feng turned, rapped Peng Luo on the head with his sword, and kicked him away.

“Ow! (ｷ｀ﾟДﾟ´)!”

Nine Heavens stared at the steaming-hot Peng Luo, drooling. It stuck out its tongue and licked its lips.

White steam curled up from Peng Luo’s head. Meng Wanshu covered her mouth and laughed quietly. Her gaze flicked toward the black pot, eyes shimmering. She could tell it was anything but ordinary. It was at least at the ancient treasure tier.

Meng Wanshu blinked and pointed at the thick broth inside the pot. “Ye Feng, what exactly did you put into this soup?”

Ye Feng scratched his head awkwardly. “Uh... Sister-in-law, there’s black ginseng, jade ginseng, fire essence ganoderma, chi spirit flowers, three-origin sap... Basically, I threw in a bit of everything. It was meant to be a potent tonic.”

He looked regretfully at the enraged Peng Luo, as if lamenting that he couldn’t make him into soup.

Peng Luo’s body expanded, swelling to three zhang in height. Purple patterns surged across his skin as he roared in rage. “Damn it! I’ll make you into soup!”

Li Guanqi froze slightly. Is Peng Luo about to break through? Good grief. Ye Feng’s tonic soup pushed it straight over the edge.

Ye Feng pointed up at the gathering thunderclouds, and Peng Luo finally realized what was happening. The vital force surging from his body was already impossible to suppress. Peng Luo turned toward Li Guanqi with a pitiful expression. “Master, think of something... I... I’m a little scared.”

Li Guanqi sighed. With a flick of his hand, he tossed out tens of thousands of mid-grade spirit stones and gave him quite a few pills as well.

Meng Wanshu saw the situation and was about to take out some ancient treasure-tier defensive artifacts, but Li Guanqi stopped her.

Peng Luo’s face turned green. It cried, “Master, you wouldn’t really let me die under the tribulation, would you?”

Li Guanqi shrugged and glanced down at Nine Heavens. “When Nine Heavens went through its tribulation, I didn’t even give it spirit stones.”

Hearing this, Peng Luo swept up the spirit stones and pills and ran. He knew Li Guanqi’s temperament well. If Peng Luo dared say another word, he wouldn’t even keep what he already had.

Peng Luo happily tore open space and ran off toward an uninhabited region of Central Prefecture to undergo his tribulation. Ye Feng watched Peng Luo’s retreating figure with great regret and turned to put away the pot.

Li Guanqi shot him a wink. “You helped Peng Luo a lot. Asking him for an arm shouldn’t be a problem.”

Ye Feng’s eyes lit up, and he let out a perverse chuckle, his expression indescribably satisfied.

Meng Wanshu, on the other hand, thought Li Guanqi was the same troublemaker he’d always been—a real rascal who’d gotten up to all sorts of mischief in their village. Even now, he was still devious.

Li Guanqi maintained a straight-faced expression. Li Changqing and Chu Jingze exchanged glances and smiled faintly.

Chu Jingze knew far more about Li Guanqi than most. No matter how Li Changqing tried to coax information out of the old man, he always deflected.

Li Changqing took a long look at Li Guanqi, quietly resolving to report everything truthfully when he returned. He had a strong feeling that if he didn’t tell Meng Jiangchu what happened, his daughter would be abducted outright.

***

The group arrived at the Great Profound Sword Sect.

With a single glance, Meng Wanshu noticed the profound intricacy of the sect’s barrier formation. Without the proper method of entry, one would surely be stopped by the barrier.

“How do we get in?”

Li Guanqi looked at the steps at the foot of the mountain, his gaze turning cold. “We walk in.”

He faced the light-curtain barrier and stepped onto Nine Heavens’s head. The next instant, the Yanluo Sword flew into his hand.

Boom!

The terrifying power of the Yanluo Sword Intent, now at the Sword Heart Realm, erupted and shot directly into the sky.

“Soul Dissolution, Yanluo!”

“Sword Unsheathing Technique!”

Boom!

An extremely condensed sword light exploded forth, carrying terrifying force as it slammed into the barrier.

Crack!

Even the main peak of the Great Profound Sword Sect trembled violently, the earth shaking and the mountains quaking. The golden barrier rippled like water, followed by an ominous cracking sound. A breach dozens of zhang wide appeared.

The sword light startled countless disciples within the Great Profound Sword Sect. It struck halfway up the mountain, forcibly carving a gash hundreds of zhang long into the main peak.

Rumble!

One by one, the disciples drew their swords and leaped into the air.

“Who dares trespass into the Great Profound Sword Sect?!”

“Great Profound Sword Sect disciples, prepare the sword formation!”

“Quick! Stop him!”

Shouts and cries rang out in unison.

Nine Heavens’s massive body slowly flew through the barrier. Just as the surrounding crowd was about to strike, Li Guanqi stepped forward calmly.

Ye Feng snorted coldly, icy light flashing in his eyes. He clapped a hand onto Li Guanqi’s shoulder. “Boss, these pieces of trash aren’t worthy of you making a move.”

The instant an elder attacked, Ye Feng drew his sword and shot past the crowd. For a moment, he was like a wolf charging into a flock of sheep, cutting down all who stood in his way.

Despite the numerous attacks on Li Guanqi, Ye Feng single-handedly fended them off, holding them back a hundred zhang.

Li Guanqi’s lips curved slightly. He tapped Nine Heavens’s head with his foot, and the group flew unrestrained toward the main hall of the Great Profound Sword Sect. Along the way, no matter how fierce the attacks were or how many shouted in fury, Li Guanqi’s composure never wavered. Even when sharp sword lights came within three zhang, the group didn’t slow down in the slightest.

Bang!

Ye Feng blocked the attack with a single strike and countered with several slashes. Violent winds surged through the sky, and space shattered.

Ye Feng held off all the disciples, elders, and enforcers of the Great Profound Sword Sect. Blood rained down as one figure after another plummeted from above. Yet he remained composed, taking no lives.

Whoosh!

A tall figure appeared ten zhang before Li Guanqi, lifting a hand and freezing everyone in mid-air.

Chu Jingze snorted coldly, instantly shattering the sealed space around Ye Feng.

He Yuanting stared at Li Guanqi, his face dark. “What are you here for?”

Li Guanqi answered calmly, “Three things.”

He Yuanting said nothing, waiting for his reply.

“First, I’m here to see He Yuning,” Li Guanqi said.

He Yuanting pondered briefly, glanced at Chu Jingze, and finally nodded.

“Second, I’m taking back the sword intent from Sword Abyss. Don’t ask me why. Call me ungrateful if you like. Say whatever you want. I never expected fairness from you, considering you’re the sect master. But even impartiality was beyond you.”

By this point, He Yuanting’s face had turned iron-blue, terrifying pressure rolling off him.

Yet Li Guanqi merely paused before continuing calmly, “My sword intent... The Great Profound Sword Sect is not worthy of it.”