King of Assassins

Chapter 1268: Chapter 762: Ambition

The woman in green is Yuan Qinglian. Upon receiving a warning from her disciple, she arrived at the chess tower immediately.

Yuan Qinglian was somewhat puzzled initially; who dared to bully her disciple in Four Seas City?

Upon reaching the thirteenth floor of the chess tower, Yuan Qinglian discovered that the newly accepted disciple Yue Honglian was in a trance, with her Sword Intent wavering, threatening to shatter her Sword Dao foundation.

This wasn’t caused by external forces but resulted from successive failures in Beast Fighting Chess, leading to a severe blow to her will, crushing her spirit and giving rise to a Heart Demon.

In the long run, this might not be a bad thing.

Yuan Qinglian transmitted a Sword Intent to Yue Honglian, sufficient to dispel her Heart Demon. With some honing, her cultivation could even advance further.

However, not just anyone could reprimand her disciple.

The old man in black was Xiankong Ancestor, and the burly man was the Celestial Corpse, both top-tier cultivators of the Eight Desolates. Those present were almost all Demon Emperors of the Eight Desolates.

In other words, everyone seated here was an Earth Immortal.

These Demon Emperors, although having fled their territories, should not be underestimated, especially when gathered in such numbers, forming a significant force.

Only the Earth Element Daoist Monarch, with his broad mind and extraordinary capacity, could accommodate so many Demon Emperors.

Though Yuan Qinglian looked down on this group of Demon Emperors, she wouldn’t allow them to appear within the Cyan Lotus Sword Sect territory.

Yuan Qinglian understood why this group had fled to Four Seas City; they were seeking refuge!

Ironically, these Demon Emperors, who dominated the Eight Desolates, were driven out by a single Gao Xuan, forced to flee to Four Seas City for shelter.

She had heard of Gao Xuan before. The first time was when White Ape Lord had come to her crying, but she didn’t pay it much mind.

In her eyes, White Ape Lord was merely an amusing monkey; she wouldn’t stoop to pick a fight over a monkey.

Listening to White Ape Lord’s recount of Gao Xuan, Yuan Qinglian found herself somewhat admiring this Human Race Cultivator.

A Human Race Cultivator should indeed be unyielding to the likes of demons and aliens.

A thousand years later, Yuan Qinglian heard about Gao Xuan’s fame from the Ten Suffering Bodhisattva.

Although it seemed casually mentioned by Ten Suffering Bodhisattva, he highlighted Gao Xuan as extremely dangerous, warning Yuan Qinglian to be cautious.

At the time, Yuan Qinglian was quite indignant, wanting to draw her sword to challenge Gao Xuan immediately. Her distaste for Ten Suffering led her to calm down and refrain from going.

Ten Suffering Bodhisattva couldn’t deal with Gao Xuan and tried using her as a weapon. It was a clever idea, but she simply refused to comply.

Since Gao Xuan hadn’t provoked her, she saw no reason to meddle. The Eight Desolates were rampant with demons and ghosts, and Gao Xuan could handle them as he pleased. As long as he didn’t invade the Central Province or harm Human Race Cultivators, she had no need to bother with him.

Another two thousand years passed, and information about Gao Xuan became more widespread.

Many claimed Gao Xuan had unified the Eight Desolates, becoming its overlord. Hundreds of Demon Emperors were either slain by him or fled the Eight Desolates.

After confirming through various sources, Yuan Qinglian verified that the news was indeed true. She hadn’t expected Gao Xuan to truly dominate the Eight Desolates.

Understanding there were countless Demon Emperors, even if the rumors were halved, slaying two to three hundred Earth Immortal level Demon Emperors, Gao Xuan’s methods were exceedingly ruthless.

Though Yuan Qinglian often acted without hesitation, she had slain merely dozens of Earth Immortals in the Primordial Celestial Realm. Compared to Gao Xuan, she paled in comparison.

Despite never having met Gao Xuan, Yuan Qinglian had mentally regarded him as an equal strongman.

Unexpectedly, Xiankong Ancestor, this demon, dared to incite her to challenge Gao Xuan in person.

Mere demon, so audacious!

Whether she chose to confront Gao Xuan or not was her decision, not dictated by some demon’s provocative labeling.

Yuan Qinglian gave Xiankong Ancestor a cold glance, within which a cyan lotus blossomed and faded.

Xiankong Ancestor attempted to persuade further, yet a cyan lotus blossomed brightly on his Divine Soul.

The cyan lotus was pure and elegant, untouched by dust, grand and pristine. With a jolt to his Divine Soul cultivated over millions of years, Xiankong Ancestor’s soul sought to blossom alongside the lotus.

Alarmed, Xiankong Ancestor hurriedly circulated the Profound Void Nine Transformations, shifting his soul from solid to void, void to virtual, virtual to solid...

Thus endlessly cycling, his soul transitioned relentlessly among void, virtual, and solid states, dissipating the lotus’s power.

After an immeasurable time, the lotus was finally worn away by the Profound Void Nine Transformations.

Xiankong Ancestor’s Divine Soul Power was diminished by at least two-tenths, unbeknownst to him; he was already bleeding from his seven orifices, with his eyes directly burst open by the Sword Intent.

Without uttering a word, Yuan Qinglian urged a cyan lotus Sword Intent, nearly killing Xiankong Ancestor.

Sighing inwardly, Xiankong Ancestor realized his folly. Provoking Yuan Qinglian to slay Gao Xuan had been a crude idea, harshly grounded by reality.

Interacting with someone of Yuan Qinglian’s caliber posed a deadly risk. Attempting to instigate her to become their champion was merely wishful thinking.

Fortuitously, Yuan Qinglian had no intention of immediate extermination.

Yuan Qinglian offered a light punishment, an instructive lesson.

Gazing upon Xiankong Ancestor’s pitiful state, Yuan Qinglian emitted a faint snort, such incompetence explains being beaten by Gao Xuan to utter defeat. What a group of useless beings.

Disposed to bantering with such demons no more, she whisked her duster, vanishing instantly with Yue Honglian and Li Xiulian.

Only upon Yuan Qinglian’s departure did the great demons on the thirteenth floor exhale softly.

Though familiar with Yuan Qinglian’s fame, almost none had met this eminent figure before.

True to expectation, encountering her surpassed mere hearsay. This preeminent Sword Immortal bore quite the temper; discontent translated immediately into action.

Even Xiankong Ancestor, a foremost power among Eight Desolates, was gravely injured in a mere move. Evidently, Yuan Qinglian had restrained herself, not intending to kill Xiankong Ancestor.