Supreme Swordsman of the Nine Heavens

Chapter 102

Obliteration

Mu Yu and Daoist Qi Qin engaged in another back and forth. The enemy cultivators were in awe of Mu Yu’s ability to keep up with a veteran four layers ahead of himself and far more experienced.

“Damn it, get him!” Ju Wenxing commanded a charge at Cheng Yan.

“Let them fight. I am your opponent.” Cheng Yan had his sword circle around four cultivators looking to assist Daoist Qi Qin, stopping them dead in their tracks and gaining ground on them.

The others charged toward Uncle An.

Uncle An calmly told Lan Ling’er and Xiang Nan, “You two take two each. If you can’t do that much, you’ll have some nourishment meals, as well.”

The duo gave each other helpless looks and summoned their swords to do as they were told. The remaining seven hostiles went to mount an assault on Uncle An. Uncle An continued standing there with his hands behind his back but had erected a barrier around him and continued watching Mu Yu. His barrier knocked the enemies’ weapons away.

Bai Lang would’ve needed to muster every fibre in his being to defend the four unlike Uncle An. Cheng Yan was also having no problems taking on four opponents despite being younger than him.

Thunder clapped as golden lights sparked. Lightning spirit flickered in Xiang Nan’s eyes. He zapped a Golden Core Realm First Layer cultivator, erasing his opponent’s lightning and downing him. “That’s one down.”

Xiang Nan sent his other Golden Core Realm First Layer opponent flying. He landed atop the chest of the other opponent he zapped, knocking the conscious right out of the latter’s soul. Next, he pivoted and shifted right, evading the sword qi slashed at him. The cultivator lying on the ground ended up bearing the brunt of the strike. Whether or not he died was up in the air.

“Hey, I can’t be hold responsible there.”

With one hand scratching his head, Xiang Nan swung up, catching his opponent in the air with layers of spiritual qi. Crack! Xiang Nan’s shattered a rock using his opponent he linked using spiritual energy connecting his sword and his opponent. As a result, Kongkong and Miaomiao were smothered in dust from head to toe.

“Third Brother, are you trying to kill us?” exclaimed Kongkong.

“Go somewhere else, then. My job is complete,” replied Xiang Nan, dusting his hands and clothing.

“You have more here,” stated Uncle An.

Uncle An’s opponents were fighting fatigue, while he was as relaxed as he was from the start.

“Huh?” cried Xiang Nan. “First Brother, hurry up!”

“Look with your own eyes. These four aren’t pushovers. I can’t help it,” responded Cheng Yan, still breathing lightly.

Uncle An always told Xiang Nan he lacked experience. Perhaps Uncle An was preserving opponents for him to spar with. Xiang Nan was a slacker and wasn’t fond of fighting, but he couldn’t loosen up with Uncle An watching.

Lan Ling’er made quick work of her two opponents. Unlike Xiang Nan, she loved herself a good fight. As soon as she finished up, she sprung over to the cultivator above Uncle An.

“Peacock Opens Its Feathers!” Daoist Qi Qin summoned a peacock from his fan. The peacock descended and merged with Daoist Qi Qin, adding a glow to his back. Feathers sprouted from Daoist Qi Qin’s back. The feathers transformed into an arrow he fired at Mu Yu.

“What sort of grown man plays with peacock feathers?” Mu Yu chided.

Mu Yu heard the technique from a story Village Chief Bu used to tell: Divine Monster Epic. As a kid, he thought it was cool. Once he grew up, he thought it sounded silly.

Mu Yu easily got out of the way and destroyed the arrow. Though his swordplay countered all of Daoist Qi Qin’s physical attacks, there was still the gap in cultivation, resulting in a stalemate.

“Brother Mu Yu, are you still not done? You really need the nourishment, then.”

“Uncle An is still watching you. I reckon he’ll start you on a special training regime tomorrow.”

The twins were bored again because they finished their bananas. They were going to go grab some more refreshments when a sword suddenly appeared at Kongkong’s neck. Ju Wenxing demanded, “Stop! If you refuse to surrender, I’ll kill him.”

Seemingly out of nowhere, Cheng Yan booted the four around him away effortlessly. The others created distance between them and their opponents. Dustfallen Sect’s attention was on Ju Wenxing.

Cheng Yan frowned. “Is he threatening us with Kongkong?”

Xiang Nan: “He deserves a prize for shamelessness. What title do we give him for holding the two devils hostage?”

Lan Ling’er: “May god have mercy on your soul.”

Mu Yu: “Nice going.”

Something was wrong. The two kids didn’t even panic. To the contrary, Dustfallen Sect’s disciples appeared to look forward to the subsequent scene. Ju Wenxing persuaded himself he was just thinking too much and then said, “Listen up. If you don’t surrender, Shizun will personally obliterate all of you. If you put up a resistance, I’ll kill these two right away.”

“Miaomiao, your brother has been taken hostage.” Kongkong flicked the sword by his neck with a worried expression.

Miaomiao grabbed hold of Kongkong’s hand. “Oh, no, what do we do my dear younger brother?”

“Shut your m-” Ju Wenxing suddenly felt itchy. He tried to stop the sensation with his spiritual energy, but the more he tried to circulate it, the more pronounced the sensation. He began to convulse until he lost his grip on his sword.

“Itchy, right? Haha, moron.”

Kongkong, thrilled, hopped out of Ju Wenxing’s grasp and picked up the sword. Ju Wenxing started scratching himself due to the irresistible urge. He kept scratching and scratching until he started bleeding.

Miaomiao shook her head. “It’s such a pity it only works on outsiders.”

Though the twins weren’t cultivators, underestimating them was a costly mistake. Where else would anyone find kids treading along the edge of precipice without fear of falling? If they were as defenceless as many would assume, Dustfallen Sect wouldn’t have let them run amok.

Boom! A beam of golden light came from the twin’s dudous and hit Ju Wenxing, dropping him and knocking him out as he couldn’t gather his spiritual energy in time. He was covered in red spots from head to toe

The twins had victimised everyone at Dustfallen Sect expect Feng Haochen with their ecstasy powder before. Since they had spare time on their hands the last two days, they plucked some of their shifu’s happy herbs from the latter’s herb garden. They used to pluck it to distract their seniors.

Happy herb was used for pain alleviation, but overdose would cause one to feel miserably itchy. The circulation of spiritual energy would amplify the sensation.

When the two were caught plucking happy herbs one time, Feng Haochen didn’t scold them, surprisingly. He, instead, spread the powder onto their dudous. Their dudous were no run-of-the-mill dudous. They possessed the ability to sense hostility from external forces. They continued to absorb spiritual qi passively and slowly at all times. Once the wearer was in a pinch, it would condense the spiritual qi to protect the wearer. The powdered form of happy herbs would stealthily eject from the dudou, infecting every organism within three square metres besides its wearer.

Unconvinced, Xiang Nan once tod Kongkong to take off his dudou and stabbed it with his sword. As a consequence, the itch infected him and became an unforgettable nightmare. Since the others had been on the receiving end before, they weren’t worried when Ju Wenxing decided to take the twins hostage. They weren’t affected as they learnt from their previous experiences. They consumed celestial moon herb so as to circumvent getting caught off guard ever again.

“Now we can’t use it within the dudou’s powder for seven days,” grumbled Miaomiao, caressing her dudou.

Scratching his behind, Kongkong responded, “Don’t worry. It’s not as if Shifu only prepared dudous for us.”

Xiang Nan looked to unconscious Ju Wenxing. “If only I could use it. That stuff is overpowered.”

“Haha, wear a dudou, then,” joked Mu Yu.

In reality, it would’ve been fairly useless for them because the spiritual qi they unleashed in battle would’ve dissipated the powder. Further, it only worked as a surprise tactic.

Lan Ling’er swept her gaze over the remaining opponents. “Their leader is finished. What next?”

“Let’s end it here for today,” Uncle An said before he summoned several phantoms and sent them straight through their opponents, incapacitating the hostiles instantly.

“Y-” Daoist Qi Qin went limp on the ground before he could even enunciate a word.

Thus, thirty-three Golden Core Realm cultivators were crushed.

Glossary

Dudou – Literally “belly wrap“. The typical design of a dudou consists of a single rectangular, rhomboidal, diamond-shaped piece of fabric which covers the breasts and belly, tied to the neck and waist with attached strings