Published: March 2, 2025
CHAPTER 59: Sound Transmission Talisman
Sweat dripped down Pei Sanjiu's forehead onto the ground.
He widened his eyes and looked at Liu Yu, his expression filled with shock, fear, and regret.
The shock came from Liu Yu's unexpectedly powerful strength, the fear was the primal terror of death, and the regret stemmed from his realization that he should have been more discerning and not provoked such a formidable opponent.
"Friend, let’s talk this over. I know a huge secret about the fellow cultivators association, including who holds the spiritual stones and resources," he pleaded.
"I... I even have spiritual stones on me. As long as you spare my life, they are all yours!"
In just one encounter, two of his subordinates had died tragically. Pei Sanjiu quickly recognized the vast difference in strength between them, causing his hair to stand on end and his throat to constrict. He immediately cast aside the dignity of being the president of the fellow cultivators association and began to beg for mercy.
However, Liu Yu remained unmoved by Pei Sanjiu's pleas.
His eyes were as deep as ancient waters, showing no sign of ripples.
With his hands swiftly forming a spell technique, he held the Mother-Child Soul Pursuing Blade and manipulated its six Child Blades to merge into a uniquely shaped blade measuring about two feet long and three inches wide.
This blade was entirely dark black, radiating a power that far exceeded any high-grade magical artifact Liu Yu had ever seen, undeniably reaching the realm of a supreme magical artifact. In the already dimming sky, it sparkled with a black luminescence.
The blade spun and transformed into a shadow, slashing toward Pei Sanjiu.
Seeing that Liu Yu ignored his words, Pei Sanjiu understood that the intent to kill was set. A vicious glint flashed in his eyes as he prepared for a desperate fight.
He gathered his magical power into the yellow token, causing it to glow brightly and shield him. Then, he retrieved a yellow flying sword magical artifact from his storage bag—another high-grade magical artifact!
Pei Sanjiu formed a spell technique with his hands, infused it with magical power, and threw the yellow flying sword into the air, transforming it into a size of ten feet to meet the Child Blade.
In the dim sky, one black and one yellow, one small and one large, two streams of light clashed with a terrifying aura that would chill the bones of ordinary loose cultivators.
As expected, the larger yellow flying sword was ultimately of a lower tier. In the clash, it was sent flying back over ten feet before barely stabilizing.
After knocking back the yellow flying sword, the Child Blade pressed forward, its momentum only slightly reduced, and slashed toward the yellow token.
"Bang!"
With that strike, the yellow token, along with Pei Sanjiu, was sent flying five to six feet away, landing not far from the riverbank.
The spiritual light of the yellow token dimmed noticeably, and Pei Sanjiu lay by the riverside, blood gushing from his mouth, clearly suffering severe internal injuries.
Liu Yu was about to control the Child Blade to continue the attack when the yellow flying sword tangled with him. He had no choice but to deal with this troublesome flying sword first, giving Pei Sanjiu a brief moment to catch his breath.
Although the enemy was severely injured, Liu Yu aimed for a quick resolution to avoid future complications.
With this thought, Liu Yu summoned back the formed blade, tossed the Mother Blade into the air, and combined it into a half-foot-long blade.
This was the final form of the Child Blade, maximizing its power, slightly surpassing ordinary supreme magical artifacts, but it also consumed much more magical power, several times that of a high-grade magical artifact, making it unsustainable for long with his current cultivation level.
The fully formed Child Blade radiated an even more powerful aura, seemingly capable of splitting mountains in Pei Sanjiu's eyes.
With a thought, he controlled the blade to slash at the yellow flying sword.