Chapter 497 - 418: Suspicion

Chapter 497: Chapter 418: Suspicion

Jiang Buyu and Ye Guhong led Feng Qingxuan, their figures like flashes of lightning as they raced toward the abandoned temple southwest of Jiangkou.

They had barely left the pier and traveled less than seven miles.

Suddenly.

WHOOSH—

A piercing whistle cut through the air.

All three looked up simultaneously.

In the night sky, a dazzling ball of light suddenly exploded, forming the pattern of a small sword several feet long. It hung high against the dark expanse, its brilliant light visible for miles in every direction.

"It’s a Celestial Sword warning!"

Jiang Buyu’s face fell, and he skidded to a halt.

Ye Guhong also stopped, his eyes fixed on the sword pattern in the sky, flashing with alarm and fury.

"Something’s happened!"

Without a moment’s hesitation or even a single exchanged word, the two turned around simultaneously. Pushing their Body Techniques to the absolute limit, they raced back toward Jiangkou Pier.

Feng Qingxuan’s slender frame trembled, the color draining from her face. A complex mix of shock, confusion, fear, and guilt swirled in her eyes.

She stood frozen for a moment, biting her lower lip so hard she nearly drew blood.

Taking a deep breath to quell the storm in her heart, she turned and followed.

When Jiang Buyu and Ye Guhong arrived back at Jiangkou Pier, the sight that greeted them made even these two battle-hardened Supreme Elders of the Celestial Sword Sect recoil. Their pupils constricted as an icy chill, mixed with a towering rage, surged through them.

Over a hundred of the Celestial Sword Sect’s elite disciples lay strewn about in pools of blood, all signs of life gone.

Shattered swords and severed limbs littered the ground.

Not a single Celestial Sword Sect disciple was left alive.

"Who?!"

A low, hoarse roar escaped Ye Guhong’s throat, his voice strained with suppressed fury.

Startled by the sound, a few crows that had been drawn by the scent of blood to peck at the corpses took flight with a frantic FLUTTER, their harsh CAWS echoing in the night sky.

A bitter killing intent radiated from him, unconcealed, sweeping over the entire pier.

Jiang Buyu did not speak.

His gaze swept over the entire scene, finally landing on the bodies of Jian You, Sword Fear, and Sword Fool.

Each of the three had been run through with a longsword, their eyes wide with shock.

The bodies of the regular disciples had also, for the most part, been run through at their vital points.

The technique was clean and decisive, each a fatal blow.

"Flying Sword Skill..."

Jiang Buyu spoke those three words, his voice impossibly cold.

The inherited Swordsmanship of the Celestial Sword Sect’s Sixth Peak!

And to be able to slaughter over a hundred elite Celestial Sword Sect disciples, along with the three Elders—Jian You, Sword Fear, and Sword Fool—in such a short amount of time...

Such mastery of Sword Control... in the entire Celestial Sword Sect, there was only one person who cultivated the Flying Sword Skill and could accomplish such a feat.

Sword Six, Mu Wanqiu.

"Impossible!"

Ye Guhong had also reached the same conclusion. His face was livid as he ground his teeth.

"Junior Sister Mu... how could she..."

Logic told them that Mu Wanqiu had no reason, nor would she ever commit such a frenzied massacre of her own sect.

But the iron-clad evidence before them left them no choice but to make the connection.

Ye Guhong suppressed his fury and suspicion. He whipped his head around, his gaze locking onto Feng Qingxuan, who had just arrived and stopped a hundred yards away, her face as pale as a sheet.

"Feng Qingxuan!"

Ye Guhong’s voice was bone-chilling. "I need you to give me an explanation!"

They didn’t want to believe it, but the facts were undeniable.

Other than Mu Wanqiu, no one in the Celestial Sword Sect could have done this.

Feng Qingxuan stood frozen, staring blankly at the field of slaughter, at the bodies of her fellow disciples. She felt a chill so deep it was as if her very blood had turned to ice.

The moonlight illuminated her exquisitely beautiful yet bloodless face, revealing eyes that were vacant and full of anguish.

Her teeth bit so deeply into her lower lip that blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, yet she seemed completely oblivious.

The guilt and pain of knowing her fellow disciples had died because of her were overwhelming, threatening to drown her completely.

’The fact that Chen Li had managed to cultivate the Flying Sword Skill to such a Realm in only a few days sent a chill through her heart.

’Her Martial Aunt Mu Wanqiu and she herself were also under Chen Li’s control; the fear was a constant shadow.

’And now, the fact that she had betrayed her sect was about to be exposed. The terror made her shiver.’

The flood of emotions was a monstrous wave that threatened to tear her Heart Spirit to shreds.

Her body began to sway uncontrollably, as if she could collapse at any moment.

When she didn’t answer, the killing intent in Ye Guhong’s eyes intensified.

He drew the longsword at his waist, its blade catching the moonlight with a deadly gleam.

Step by step, he closed in on Feng Qingxuan.

"I’ll ask you one last time..."

Ye Guhong’s Divine Sense locked firmly onto Feng Qingxuan. At the slightest unexpected move, he would cut her down without a second thought.

"Where is Mu Wanqiu?! What exactly happened here tonight?!"

Feng Qingxuan remained silent, her gaze fixed on Ye Guhong.

Just as Ye Guhong’s killing intent flared...

But then, the unexpected happened!

SWOOSH!

A black figure shot from the distant, rented Tower Ship like a cannonball, hurtling straight for Ye Guhong.

"Who?!"

Ye Guhong reacted instinctively, lashing out with his sheathed sword in a horizontal sweep.

THUD!

The figure was struck by the scabbard and sent flying backward even faster than it had come. It slammed heavily onto the ground with a dull thud, rolled over several times, and then went still.

Ye Guhong took a closer look.

Hua Wuxin!

His eyes were wide open, blood was pouring from his nose and mouth, and his chest was deeply caved in. He was dead.

Ye Guhong’s pupils contracted.

A short while earlier, as Chen Li was massacring the Celestial Sword Sect disciples on the pier with his Flying Sword Skill, he had noticed one unusually sharp-witted figure. This person had taken advantage of the chaos to break away from the fight and dart toward the ships.

At the time, Chen Li was concentrating all his effort on controlling his Flying Swords and had no time to spare. He could only use his Power of the Primordial Spirit to lock onto the fleeing figure from afar.

After he had cut down Jian You and the other two Elders with lightning speed, he immediately gave chase to the fleeing figure.