Chapter 80: Is There Anyone Else Who Wants to Waste Words?
Watching his companion die so suddenly, the man trembled all over with fear. Upon hearing Su Yifan’s voice, he hurriedly knelt at Su Yifan’s feet.
“Please, don’t kill me. I’ll tell you everything…”
He took a breath and continued, “We’re disciples of the Blood Shade Sect. Our sect leader sent us here to investigate. He said someone killed his personal disciple and ordered us to find the murderer.”
Blood Shade Sect?
Hearing that name, Su Yifan immediately recalled the three men he’d slain at the Ye residence. Those men had claimed to be disciples of the Blood Shade Sect. Now, Su Yifan realized the aura surrounding this man was identical to theirs.
With that in mind, Su Yifan pressed further, “How did you know I was the one who killed your people? Who revealed it?”
He remembered letting many people escape that day. Could it have been one of them who exposed him?
The Blood Shade Sect disciple dared not hide the truth. He produced a glowing red stone from his robes.
“What is this?”
Su Yifan sensed a baleful aura emanating from the stone, similar to that which clung to these men. Did they use this to track him?
“This is our sect’s Soul Pursuit Stone. Whoever kills a Blood Shade Sect disciple carries a trace of our unique aura. The closer the stone gets to the killer, the brighter it glows.”
The disciple explained.
Su Yifan understood at last—it was the stone that led them to him. He reached out and took the Soul Pursuit Stone, examining it briefly.
With a sudden crack, he crushed the stone in his palm. The aura was too unpleasant for him, making him uncomfortable.
Having dealt with that, Su Yifan looked at the disciple, “What strength does your sect leader possess? And does your sect have spirit stones?”
“Ah?”
The disciple hesitated, then replied, “Our sect leader is at the late stage of Martial King. As for spirit stones, we do have them, but as disciples, we don’t know how many.”
Why was this man asking such questions? Did he intend to go to their sect?
When Su Yifan heard about the spirit stones, a gleam flashed in his eyes. Spirit stones were exactly what he needed. This was a perfect opportunity.
Seeing Su Yifan deep in thought, the disciple ventured, “Senior, may I leave now?”
“You may, but before that, you must take me to your Blood Shade Sect,” Su Yifan said calmly.
“Senior, you wish to go to the Blood Shade Sect?”
The disciple’s eyes darkened with malice upon hearing Su Yifan’s intention. Fool—he was walking straight into the lion’s den. Once inside the sect, he’d be at their mercy.
“If you won’t go, I’ll send you to join your companion right now,” Su Yifan said, raising his hand.
The disciple scrambled to his feet in panic, “Senior, please don’t! I’ll take you there right away. The journey is a bit long, so it might—”
Before he could finish, he suddenly felt his body lighten. In the span of a few breaths, he found himself soaring above the clouds.
He was dumbstruck.
What was happening? Was he flying? No—wait! It was Su Yifan who could fly!
“Point out the direction,” Su Yifan’s voice sounded in his ear.
“What?”
The disciple glanced sideways, only to meet Su Yifan’s black eyes. He quickly looked away and raised his hand to indicate a direction.
“Se—ah—”
Before he could speak further, Su Yifan grabbed him and sped off toward the indicated path.
…
Meanwhile, outside a secret chamber within the Blood Shade Sect, a disciple rushed to report, “Sect Leader, something terrible has happened!”
His words had barely fallen when an aged voice echoed from within, “What’s with all this panic? Speak.”
“Sect Leader, two disciples sent to gather news have met with disaster. One’s life tablet has shattered.”
At that, a thunderous rumble sounded as the stone door to the chamber opened. A figure swiftly emerged—a white-haired elder clad in a deep red blood robe.
This was Blood Shade Sect’s leader, Blood Wound.
“What did you say? Another one of my men is dead?”
Blood Wound seized the disciple by the collar, his aura of murderous rage surging forth.
Feeling the intense killing intent, the disciple swallowed nervously and said, “Yes, Sect Leader. What should we do?”
Blood Wound released him, letting him fall to the ground. His voice was icy, “This person has slain my disciples again and again. No matter who he is, find him. I want to tear his soul from his body and ensure he never finds peace for all eternity!”
“Gather two elders and have them descend the mountain. Capture this man alive.”
“Yes, Sect Leader.”
The disciple dared not delay and hurried away.
Watching him leave, Blood Wound’s eyes gleamed with viciousness. He growled, “Whoever you are, you will taste the agony of soul extraction and torment!”
…
About ten minutes later, two elders and more than twenty disciples assembled at the sect’s gate. Just as they prepared to descend the mountain, two figures appeared, crossing the sky and landing before them.
“E—Elder… ugh—”
The Blood Shade Sect disciple who had accompanied Su Yifan staggered to the ground, his face pale, legs trembling.
Seeing one of their own among the newcomers, one elder asked, “Liu Yi, what’s going on? Who is he?”
Liu Yi steadied himself, about to speak, but Su Yifan interrupted, “Which of you is the Blood Shade Sect’s leader?”
“Who are you to—”
Suddenly, with a slap, Su Yifan reduced a disciple to a bloody mist.
Everyone, including the two elders, was stunned.
He actually dared to kill a sect disciple right here at Blood Shade Sect? Was he courting death?
Su Yifan glanced at the group, unimpressed by these minor figures. “It seems your sect leader isn’t here. Go fetch him.”
He added, “And have him bring all your spirit stones.”
Hearing this, the two elders snapped back to attention. One stepped forward, saying, “Young man, may I ask—”
Before he could finish, he exploded on the spot, just like the disciple before him.
“Is there anyone else who wants to waste words?” Su Yifan asked coldly, looking at those before him.
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