Chapter 478: The Drunken Sword Spirit Becomes a Saint

Seeing the looks on their faces as if they’d eaten shit, Su Mo frowned. “What, I extend a kind invitation, and you plan on disrespecting me?”

“We wouldn’t dare! We wouldn’t dare!”

The men nodded frantically.

Su Mo said with satisfaction, “As long as you show me respect, that’s all that matters. Gentlemen, follow me into the city.”

On the verge of tears, the men followed Su Mo into the city.

Nie Xiang whispered, “Elder Fang, why do I feel like we’re marching to our deaths?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Fang Xi scolded. “Fellow Daoist Su isn’t that kind of person.”

Yuan Jie chimed in, “If Fellow Daoist Su wanted to finish us off, he would’ve done it back in the Array. He wouldn’t have invited us into the city.”

Although they spoke with such conviction, they weren’t so sure in their hearts and felt incredibly anxious.

Just then…

BOOM!

An incredibly violent aura suddenly erupted from within the city.

Immediately after, a pitch-black figure shot into the heavens, its dark eyes looking down upon the entirety of Qingyang City.

“That is…”

Yuan Jie looked on with curiosity.

A passerby explained with a smile, “That’s the Divine Beast, the Ink Flood Dragon. It looks like His Excellency just broke through to become a Tier Nine Demon King.”

HISS…

The men were instantly stunned.

A Divine Beast?

And a Tier Nine Demon King, no less.

Such an existence was already comparable to a Semi-Saint.

A cold sweat suddenly trickled down Yuan Jie’s back.

It was a good thing they’d been trapped in the Array. Otherwise, when they tried to seize the Saint-level Earth Vein, they would have already been torn to shreds by the Ink Flood Dragon.

Elder Yan was also secretly amazed.

‘Not even our Canglan Sacred Land has a Divine Beast mount at the Tier Nine Demon King level.’

“SCREECH!”

Just as the men were reeling from this revelation, a beam of cyan light shot into the heavens.

The passerby exclaimed in surprise, “Huh? Did the Cyan Cloud Sparrow also break through to the Tier Nine Demon King Realm?”

Hearing this, the men were stunned once more.

‘Another Tier Nine Demon King.’

‘But it’s fine. The Cyan Cloud Sparrow is just an ordinary Demon Beast.’

But just then, the passerby added admiringly, “The Cyan Cloud Sparrow once devoured a Celestial Horse, and also a Golden Giant Eagle that contained the Divine Beast Roc Bloodline. Its speed is probably unmatched now, maybe not even any slower than a Saint-level Powerhouse!”

“What?”

The men were profoundly shaken.

‘We thought the Cyan Cloud Sparrow was just an ordinary Demon Beast, but who knew it actually possessed the bloodlines of the Divine Beast Roc and the Celestial Horse.’

‘With the boost from those two bloodlines, its speed could likely keep up with a Mid Stage Saint, to say nothing of an Early Stage Saint.’

“It’s nothing special. Just one of my mounts,”

Su Mo remarked lightly.

The men were left speechless.

‘Even a Sacred Land, upon encountering a Tier Nine Demon King-level Divine Beast, would revere it as a Mountain Guardian Beast, serving it the finest food and drink.’

‘And yet, Su Mo just uses it as a mount.’

‘He truly has no respect for Divine Beasts!’

As Su Mo led the men to the entrance of the Xiao Family Mansion, the Drunken Sword Spirit ran over excitedly, shouting, “Hahaha, I’ve finally broken through to the Saint Level!”

“Oh?”

Su Mo looked at the Drunken Sword Spirit, pleasantly surprised.

‘Just a few days ago, I was worried that Qingyang City was too weak, that it couldn’t compare to the major Sacred Lands and wouldn’t be able to protect itself during the Descent Calamity.’

‘I never expected a Saint-level powerhouse to appear so soon.’

The Drunken Sword Spirit said, “For this, I have that King of Reincarnation fellow to thank.”

“The King of Reincarnation?”

Su Mo was completely baffled.

‘Didn’t I slap that guy to death at the Meteor Sect a long time ago?’

The Drunken Sword Spirit explained, “Before, when you were away, Master, the King of Reincarnation sent a subordinate to swagger into our Qingyang City with some pathetic Holy Edict. Elder Zhuge killed him. I was able to break through to the Saint Level by comprehending the Holy Might he had left on that edict.”

“Not bad!”

Su Mo nodded in satisfaction.

However, Elder Yan, Yuan Jie, and the others behind him were stunned.

‘This Sword Spirit before us is a Saint-level Powerhouse.’

‘And Su Mo is its master?’

‘There must be some mistake!’

The Drunken Sword Spirit noticed them as well. Its gaze fell on Elder Yan, and it exclaimed in surprise, “Huh, a Mid Stage Saint? Old man, are you the one who came looking for trouble a few days ago? Come on, let’s go. We’ll have a fight. This Sword Spirit guarantees I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

VMMMM!

The Drunken Sword Spirit condensed a Spiritual Energy Longsword and slashed it toward Elder Yan.

Hm?

Elder Yan’s brow furrowed.

‘A mere Sword Spirit who just broke through to the Saint Level dares to provoke me, a veteran Mid Stage Saint, and even threatens to beat the shit out of me?’

‘This is intolerable!’

Elder Yan turned to look at Su Mo. Seeing that Su Mo had no intention of stopping the Drunken Sword Spirit, he condensed a Spiritual Energy Hand and ruthlessly swatted at the Sword Spirit.

SLASH!

The sword light struck Elder Yan’s condensed Spiritual Energy Hand, slicing it in half as if it were tofu.

This scene stunned everyone present.

Elder Yan had actually been defeated by the Drunken Sword Spirit, who had only just broken through to the Saint Level.

And it had been an absolute rout.

The Drunken Sword Spirit frowned. “Old man, how are you so weak? Are you looking down on this Sword Spirit? Weren’t you using your full strength?”

Elder Yan’s face went black.

He had been enraged moments before, so of course he had used his full strength.

It was just that…

VMMMM!

The Drunken Sword Spirit raised its longsword and said, “Old man, go all out! Believe it or not, this Sword Spirit can still beat the shit out of you!”

Elder Yan staggered back two steps in terror.

This sword intent was even more powerful than the last; he could feel the threat of death from it.

“Stop messing around.”

Su Mo made a casual grab for the longsword in the Drunken Sword Spirit’s hand.

BANG!

The longsword shattered, and the Sword Qi dissipated into nothing.

This scene left everyone present completely dumbfounded.

A sword strike that made Elder Yan, a Mid Stage Saint-level Powerhouse, feel a mortal threat had just been casually shattered by Su Mo.

‘Terrifying! Simply terrifying!’

The Drunken Sword Spirit asked in confusion, “Master, isn’t this old guy here to cause trouble? Why won’t you let me fight him?”

“He’s a guest now,”

Su Mo said.

The Drunken Sword Spirit frowned. “A guest? Fine. In that case, I’ll go back to practicing the Sword Moves you taught me. Remember to call me when it’s time to fight. I’m invincible now.”

‘Invincible?’

‘If anyone else had said such a thing, I would have thought they were insane,’ Elder Yan thought.

‘But the Drunken Sword Spirit is different.’

‘An existence that can easily crush—and perhaps even kill—a Mid Stage Saint like me… if that’s not invincible, it’s damn close.’

‘Unless the old fossils from the major Sacred Lands or the Saint Masters themselves take action, there’s likely no one who can put the Drunken Sword Spirit in its place.’

「In the Main Hall」

Su Mo asked, “Fellow Daoist Fang, Fellow Daoist Yuan, Fellow Daoist Ye, speak. What was your purpose for coming to our Qingyang City?”

Cold sweat immediately began to trickle down their backs.

‘Our purpose in coming to Qingyang City was to seize the Saint-level Earth Vein.’

‘If we say that out loud, won’t Su Mo kill us on the spot?’

‘After all, he even crippled Bai Di, the Saint Heir of the Canglan Sacred Land.’

Fang Xi stammered, “We… we were plotted against and ended up trespassing in Qingyang City by mistake. However, we are willing to offer compensation.”

With that, Fang Xi took off his Storage Ring and placed it before Su Mo.

“We are also willing to offer compensation.”

Yuan Jie, Ye Mingli, and the others also took off their Storage Rings.

Su Mo looked at their Storage Rings and asked, feigning confusion, “What are you all doing? One might think I was forcing you.”

“No, no, we’re doing this voluntarily,” Fang Xi said, wiping away his cold sweat.

Su Mo said, “Alright then. Since you’re so willingly offering up these treasures, it would be rude for me to refuse. By the way, Fellow Daoist Yan, what was that ‘fortuitous opportunity’ you mentioned you were going to give me earlier?”