Novel Full Chapter 3750 - 1815: The Burlap Sack
Chapter 3750: Chapter 1815: The Burlap Sack
"Clang clang clang..."
At the West City Gate of Fusang City, beneath the towering city walls, a tall silhouette slowly walked out.
It was a scruffy-looking man with disheveled hair and a stubbly beard, dressed in ragged black clothes, carrying a large sack over his shoulder, heavy with its contents.
As he walked, the sack jostled up and down, and from within came the sound of metals clashing against each other.
"Doesn’t look like the Eighth Sword Deity, more like a miner..."
Li You’s delicate brows furrowed, her face grave, sensing something was amiss.
Even though this person looked somewhat different from the legendary Eighth Sword Deity — a bit too scruffy!
He truly had only eight fingers, a conspicuous scar on his neck, and not a trace of a spiritual source aura, not even a hint of Sword Will could be seen.
If it were in the Southern Region, Li You would have dismissed it with a laugh.
After all, many people in the Southern Region played the role of Bazhun’an, the recent trends even included Hallmaster Dao, Ai Cangsheng, and Lord Shou...
But this was the Central Region, where famed swords gathered in Fusang, and the Saint Servant had always had an obsession with collecting famed swords.
It must be the real person!
"Sect Master, shall we make a big move?"
Just as the Third Elder finished speaking, he held his head in pain, having received a hand chop on the forehead. Turning, he saw the beautiful oval face of Li You Sect Master, trembling with anger:
"Shut up, withdraw!"
The entire Yin Ghost Sect moved uniformly, ready to leave.
The Third Elder was still trying hard to open his pair of crossed eyes, to no avail, somewhat reluctant, he said:
"But this is really a big move..."
"I heard Bazhun’an is sealing his sword, in a low state, anyone could take him down."
"It seems like even the Storyteller is not following him this time; he’s falling alone. If we don’t act now, when will we?"
Li You’s beautiful eyes widened, raising her hand as if to strike.
The Third Elder shrank his neck and immediately fell silent.
The Yin Ghost Sect had always respected strength, even though Sect Master Li’s age was not even a fraction of the elders’, only thirty-six, a demi-saint is a demi-saint, their will cannot be defied.
Moreover, Li You had been watched over by the elders as she grew up.
Following behind Sect Master Li, the Third Elder also prepared to withdraw.
It was then that a hoarse voice sounded in their ears, peaceful as water, leaving no room for doubt:
"People can leave, but Ghost Wheel Sorrow stays."
Li You’s heart skipped a beat, she immediately stopped, turning back with a leg, kicking the Third Elder who almost collided with her, far away.
"Don’t act recklessly..."
She was about to stop the elders of the Yin Ghost Sect behind her, but it was too late.
"Impudent!" The Fourth Elder from the Yin Ghost Sect, known for his escape techniques and ghost-like form, immediately stepped up, gestured to the people behind him, then coldly shouted:
"Dressing up as God, playing the devil!"
"Do you really think that cutting off two fingers, and sticking on a scar, a chicken could fly up to a branch and turn into the Eighth Sword Deity with a phoenix plume?"
"I have seen countless mouse-like fellows like you with hidden heads and exposed tails in the Southern Region, killed countless, dare to covet our sect’s holy weapon, courting death with your wants!"
His eyes were red, lunging forward, ignoring Sect Master Li’s cold gaze of reprimand and loud restraint.
In his sprint, he ignited his entire blood essence, and soul blood.
As the Blood Sacrifice began, the power of the void soul gathered in his palm, a Heart-splitting Soul Palm forcibly pushed his boundary to half-step demi-saint, and fiercely struck at Bazhun’an’s head:
"Accept your fate!"
But what responded was only the calm eyes of the scruffy middle-aged man who seemed about thirty, his indifferent smile:
"Barking crazily."
...
"I am Taixu Beihe, Yin Ghost Sect’s Fourth Elder, what is the little lass’s name, why are you hiding under the bed alone, where are your parents... haha, then come with the old man!"
"Big brother, Second brother, Third brother, Fifth brother, just this little girl, born with a Yin Ghost Saint Body, no father or mother, her background clean, she looked kindly upon me and wanted to become an apprentice, should we train her?"
"Nannan, come here, call Bei He grandpa, I’ll take this vendor and tie it back to the sect for you, you can have sugar figurines every day... you have to call, no calling doesn’t work, quickly call grandpa! Do you really think Bei He is some good person!"
"Li You, you’ve grown up, twenty-six to the higher void, you’ve surpassed me, now your wings are hard, you don’t report to us oldies when you go out... what, you obtained the semi-saint person from the Fallen Saint Cliff?"
"Losing neither form, the Yin Ghost flourishes, Li You immortal, our path eternal, magnificent my Yin Ghost Sect, prosperous my Li Sect Master! Kill kill kill!"
"..."
The moment the Heart-splitting Soul Palm was launched, the first to have their heart split was the Fourth Elder of the Yin Ghost Sect, Bei He.
He only felt the world slowing down, time becoming sluggish, even the snowflakes falling from the sky paused in the void.
He could clearly feel every piece of flesh burning with ultimate power, every piece of soul being sacrificed and withering.
Flying in front of his eyes were the happiest thirty years of his 362-year life, every scene had her — from the little lass blossoming into a graceful young lady to carrying the banner of the Yin Ghost Sect, becoming the revered Sect Master Li.
"Li lass, Grandpa Bei He can only go this far, the rest of the road, let the other four old undyings accompany you..."
The past flashed back, memories dying.
The world propelled forward in an instant.
The falling snowflakes shattered by the extreme Power of the Higher Void, Elder Bei He with eyes wide open, struck with crushing force, shattered space, in the blink of an eye, arrived before the famed Eighth Sword Deity:
"Die!"
Yet he was already at such an extreme speed, even launching a covert attack unexpectedly.
When facing, he found that Bazhun’an had somehow already stretched out a finger towards him.
Without spiritual source fluctuations, without Sword Intent waves, just a simple finger directed towards him.