Chapter 122: The Brand on the Flying Sword
Translator: GodBrandy Editor: Kurisu
The two left the hidden chamber.
Su Clan’s Sixteen was in front and Song Shuhang followed behind as they came to the living room.
On the sofa, the uncle from Immortal Farming Sect opened his eyes and stared coldly at the two, “You finally came out, this old man knew you never left this suite.”
He speculated that the two were hiding somewhere in the house; if not for the attention tearing down the building would draw, he would’ve started to demolish this house already.
“You shouldn’t have stayed.” Su Clan’s Sixteen said dully in a chilly voice.
“Bullsh*t, why should I not have stayed?” the uncle from Immortal Farming Sect stood up and snarled.
At the same time, all the bones in his body made a cracking sound, and both his hands formed claws with true qi flowing in and out of each finger, sharp as a blade’s edge.
Su Clan’s Sixteen had a composed expression, and she slowly raised her right arm, forming a knife with her palm, “Bring it on.”
Compared to the uncle from Immortal Farming Sect, her body was petite and looked too frail to stand a gust of wind. As her right arm was raised up high, an overbearing presence dispersed from her body.
That pure white translucent palm was as if it transformed into a divine weapon that could split heaven and earth as a dazzling blade light shone from her hand.
The uncle from Immortal Farming Sect was pressured by her presence. He bellowed and flew like a male eagle spreading its wings, striking first to break free from Su Clan’s Sixteen’s oppressive aura.
In close combat, normal martial artists feared not having a place to exert strength in midair. However, this uncle’s attack followed the contrary—his body was in midair as he launched swift and fierce claw attacks downwards, forming layer upon layer of claw shadows that enveloped from above.
Su Clan’s Sixteen was not showy; her hand as a blade, she greeted the uncle from Immortal Farming Sect’s layers of claw shadows with a slash.
Instantaneously, the blade light shone and the blade’s momentum was like the surging waters of the Yellow River, racing and turbulent.
The uncle’s claw techniques were extraordinarily swift and fierce, but a man’s clawing strength was too hard to go against the power of the surging Yellow River.
The blade light broke through the layers of fierce claw strikes. The uncle’s hands turned bloody and mutilated, and his body was sent flying. He crashed into the furniture in the living room and fell heavily onto the ground.
Third Stage Acquired Realm couldn’t be compared to Second Stage’s true qi at all. Even if the Third Stage cultivator was heavily injured, as long as they could attack, defeating a Second Stage True Master was as easy as a hand’s turn.
After Su Clan’s Sixteen unleashed the slash, her face became pale and her breathing rapid.
The uncle from Immortal Farming Sect slowly crawled up from the ground, his hands trembling and bloody.
“I already showed mercy with this slash… three days later, I’ll have Su Clan’s Seven come here to make clear the causes behind this matter and settle this karmic connection. Before that, behave yourself. Go, I won’t take your life for now.” Su Clan’s Sixteen said in a imposing voice.
“No way, as long as I’m not dead, I won’t leave!” the uncle had a fierce gaze, “Even if I have to bet my life, I’ll take you with me. Besides, after that slash, how much true qi do you have left?”
Su Clan’s Sixteen frowned, and impatiently said, “Then you can die.”
She disliked old die-hards, so she raised her translucent palm again with the blade light shining.
Did he really think that she was like the rottenly good Song Shuhang behind her? If he sought death, then she’d grant it!
“Hou!” the uncle from Immortal Farming Sect charged forward with both legs pumped with true qi. His entire body spun like a poisonous dragon drill, attacking Su Clan’s Sixteen.
They came into contact again; true qi mutually exploded and released a scary explosive rumbling.
“Ahhhhh!” the uncle screamed eerily in pain. Soon after, his entire body drew a strange parabolic arc, falling towards the balcony.
“Bang!” Some of the decorations on the balcony were smashed into bits and pieces.
The next moment, the uncle dragged his heavily injured body and jumped down from the balcony. He left civilities as he left, “Just wait, Su Clan’s junior. I’ll be back!”
With that said, he fled far away with turning back
He fled, just like that.
He was acting all heroic and lofty just now, facing death calmly. The next moment, he left some civilities and fled.
‘Impressive!’ Song Shuhang exclaimed inside. In the battle between the uncle and Sixteen, he couldn’t even see their moves clearly. That speed completely surpassed the theoretical limit of a human body.
The blade light on Sixteen’s palm was flickering. At the moment, her expression was full of doubt.
On the second attack, her blade light only scratched the uncle’s legs, and then the uncle ignited his own true qi and produced a sound effect of a violent impact… Like an award-winning actor, he screamed in pain while backing up and fled from the balcony.
The uncle was bluffing to take the chance to flee?
Or maybe, there’s a scheme behind it?
“Do you know mental detection techniques?” Sixteen approached Song Shuhang and said in a soft voice that could only be heard by them.
If possible, secret sound transmission or similar secret techniques would be more appropriate.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t in her current condition; just bracing herself to stand consumed a lot of stamina. She couldn’t even activate mental detection, not to mention secret sound transmission.
Song Shuhang nodded slightly, activated his mental energy and used detection technique, spreading his mental energy into the surroundings.
After the detection, there were no peculiarities in the surroundings; he found nothing.
However, Song Shuhang suddenly had a feeling of unease surface within. This feeling of unease was so strong that he couldn’t ignore it.
Song Shuhang frowned, using his mental energy to activate mental detection and vigilance technique once each.
Still, he found nothing; his mental energy was too weak, and the detection range was limited.
This made him more and more uneasy.
“Any peculiarities?” Sixteen asked quietly.
“I can’t sense any, but…” Song Shuhang spoke halfway, and then suddenly had an idea.
He changed the way he activated mental energy, and used another mental energy technique.
‘Brand Induction Technique’
This was the mental energy technique that Great Master Profound Principle’s disciple, Senior Brother Three Realms, sent online. It could be used to induce Great Master Profound Principle’s robbed flying sword.
Once the Brand Induction Technique was executed, Song Shuhang immediately felt the brand.
On this building’s third floor, a figure that looked like a normal resident was walking up the stairs. This figure carried a guitar case, which contained Great Master Profound Principle’s flying sword that was robbed.
The figure climbed up the floors… at a steady pace, without revealing any openings.
His body obviously had a technique or item that covered his presence. If it weren’t for that, Song Shuhang would’ve never discovered him.
Was it a comrade of the uncle from Immortal Farming Sect?
Or perhaps… it was the oriole behind the praying mantis 1 ?
“What did you discover?” Sixteen sat on the sofa, doing her best to recover the true qi she’d spent.
“Someone’s coming, approaching right now,” Song Shuhang said quietly. “Can you still fight?”
At the same time, he took out his phone and started swiping hastily. He wasn’t in the hidden chamber, and the phone signal was no longer blocked; what time if not now should he choose to call for reinforcements?
He quickly left a message for Senior Northern River, and briefly described his current predicament and location. He asked Senior Northern River to contact Su Clan’s Seven as soon as possible, just in case.
“Because of the internal injuries, my true qi isn’t recovering as fast.” Sixteen smiled bitterly.
“Then… do you need me to ask the seniors in group how to format a will?” Song Shuhang turned off his phone and laughed dryly.
As he spoke, Song Shuhang had countless thoughts surface in his mind.
The man carrying the flying sword stealthily approached—it was none other than Moon Saber Sect’s internal disciple, the senior brother who stole the invisible divine sword from his junior.
That miserable junior brother had both his legs blown up, and was now confined by Sima Jiang.
‘Immortal Farming Sect and Su Clan’s junior fought head on. My chance has come.’ Moon Saber Sect’s senior brother revealed a smile as if the greater scheme was in his grasp. He slowly approached Song Shuhang and Sixteen’s location.
He received only one order from Moon Saber Sect’s higher-ups—after Immortal Farming Sect’s people came in contact with Su Clan’s junior, behead Su Clan’s junior!