Chapter 260: The Shattered Legacy of the Su Family

Daocheng of Qianyuan.

Su Family Residence – a scene of utter chaos.

The heavy stench of blood mingled and filled everyone’s nostrils.

On the ground, erratic streams of blood almost formed a crimson river, its dense, iron tang reflecting off a high-hanging crescent moon in a landscape of endless desolation.

The lingering sword aura still ravaged the residence, its relentless force sending shivers down the spines of every Su disciple.

Even a Divine Practitioner or a Grand Master could only feel their hairs stand on end, utterly powerless against that rampaging aura.

A terrifying martial will surged throughout the Su Family Residence – the bitter resentment of the patriarch coalescing into palpable force.

It was as if the power of heaven and earth had been stirred up, generating a biting cold wind, reminiscent of spectral omens before ghosts materialize.

Many elderly servants collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably as low, terrified wails filled the air.

The Patriarch…

The Patriarch is dead!

Su Wenxi – the current patriarch of the Su Family and a Martial Saint-level powerhouse – has met his end here!

He was cut into nine pieces, his blood sprayed into the void, splattering onto the earth, and even his corpse was taken away…

It’s an unfathomable tragedy!

How could a venerable family with three millennia of rise and fall ever have experienced such calamity!

This incident… is simply too enormous, too overwhelming!

Every Su patriarch had been a Martial Saint. Each reigned for five hundred years… Yet the previous patriarch, Su Lei Ba, passed the mantle to Su Wenxi in just a mere sixty years.

Su Wenxi was destined for over four hundred years of grandeur, but…

He was slain on the spot by a murderous force!

A Martial Saint has fallen!

Though Su Wenxi had only just entered the Martial Saint stage, he embodied a concentrated martial will, an imposing presence, and the ability to harness the forces of heaven and earth – truly extraordinary!

Across Daocheng of Qianyuan, he was among the highest echelons of combat prowess!

Bear in mind, even the Qianyuan Divine Sect only possesses six or seven Martial Saint-level warriors!

A few Grand Masters and Divine Practitioners, suppressed by Huang Jianjiu’s sword intent, struggled and sustained injuries but survived, their faces drained of color.

Tonight, for an age-old family like the Su Family, it was an indescribably painful night.

Hundreds of disciples—those who had nurtured the talent of devouring feminine essence—were annihilated on the spot, blood flowing like rivers; several Divine Practitioners and grand masters fell, and even the current patriarch, the Martial Saint Su Wenxi, perished this night!

Shame, sorrow, anger…

All kinds of emotions churned within the hearts of the surviving Su disciples!

After Ogre removed the Cosmic Chessboard,

in Daocheng of Qianyuan one powerful Divine Perception swept in after another, naturally sensing the calamity within the Su Family Residence.

It was as if one could hear a chorus of startled gasps!

Shock, horror, disbelief…

Above all, the lingering force of heaven and earth and the deeply resentful martial will continuously roiled!

That was the most astonishing of all.

“Su Wenxi… he’s dead?”

“At the dawn of his Martial Saint stage – as his Three Flowers Gathered, his human furnace ignited, his primordial essence refined, and his domineering Divine Guts condensed… and yet, such a Martial Saint was slain?”

“This is the work of Huang Jianjiu! A man who remained silent until his sudden, explosive performance – twenty years honing his sword, one technique: Sword Nine, that decapitated a Martial Saint!”

“What a Sword Nine, what a master! With the legacy of a Sword Immortal, one strike sent the entire city into chaos… an awe-inspiring sword destiny indeed, but alas… one sword, and his legacy became an eternal farewell.”

The voices carried sighs and astonishment.

The bloodstained gaze of the Su Family’s Divine Practitioner swept over the crowd, though he could barely make out their faces.

His words held little sympathy for the Su Family’s massacre, only pity for the fleeting brilliance of Huang Jianjiu’s talent.

“Can’t you see the corpses strewn all over the ground, the devastation of the Su Family?”

“Why pity an executioner?”

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh –

The sound of cleaving through the air echoed as generals of the Divine Guard Army raced forward.

Eastern Camp General Yuan Wuming, Southern Camp General She Longdao, Northern Camp General Dai Qingxiao.

Additionally, reinforcements from the Dao Master Residence had arrived.

Young Daoist Master Yue Weizheng, resplendent in elegant attire, descended gracefully outside the Su Family Residence before being ushered inside.

Seeing corpses scattered everywhere, his eyes betrayed a touch of resignation.

The Su Family has indeed met its fated calamity.

One must admit, Huang Jianjiu’s act left many utterly stunned.

Yet even his eyes held a hint of regret.

If only Huang Jianjiu’s natural talent were greater…

Perhaps he could have inherited the full legacy of the Temple Spirit.

But now…

Like a flickering flower, everything has withered into nothingness.

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【Prison Lotus, Bubbling Nose, Chaotic Soul, Divine General of the Bizarre Temple】

One after another, Xuan Huang Divine Talismans floated up, clattering against the air. Their resonant rumble filled the space as divine energy burst outward in concentric ripples – only to be shattered by a flickering silhouette before they could ignite!

Su Daoling, the half-saint of divine talismans from the Su Family, wore a grim expression as his concealed hands trembled uncontrollably.

The instant the Cosmic Chessboard vanished, Su Daoling understood the catastrophe that had struck the Su Family Residence!

A sword light pierced the heavens, magnificent and overwhelming – a Sword Nine that decapitated a Martial Saint…

It cleaved a Martial Saint, shattering his indomitable martial will and leaving behind only bitter regret…

The scene nearly rocked the vast Daocheng.

Even in a city so immense, the fall of a single Martial Saint sent shockwaves too colossal to ignore.

A Martial Saint, one with the bond of heaven and man, merging with the cosmos and wielding heavenly forces, could even alter the celestial order when fully unleashed!

Such a life and death could not be hidden!

“Ah——!!!”

“Lie Shen Pavilion!”

Su Daoling’s eyes burned red as his clenched fingers sent talismans dancing into the air, igniting with a crimson glow!

Buzz, buzz, buzz –

A terrifying, searing qi surged, with countless Xuan Huang talisman papers coalescing midair into the form of a divine talisman dragon!

Tens of thousands of talismans burning simultaneously – such divine might…

Even a Star Killer wouldn’t dare face it head-on.

Thus, the Star Killer of Lie Shen Pavilion, his eyes gleaming beneath his mask like scattered stars, could only watch in astonishment.

What can be said of Huang Jianjiu…

He truly decimated a Martial Saint?!

Not even the Star Killer of Lie Shen Pavilion could so effortlessly slay a Martial Saint.

Who would have thought that Huang Jianjiu could indeed achieve it?

Twenty years of sword refinement – one strike that stunned the world!

Alas…

It was only that one sword.

“This Huang Jianjiu even enlisted the Underworld… without the Underworld’s aid, his sword alone could never have slain a Martial Saint.”

The Star Killer’s eyes gleamed with understanding.

He knew full well the challenge of killing a Martial Saint.

A robust, resilient life force, an unyielding body fused with heavenly power…

Difficult to kill!

Even if Huang Jianjiu had accepted the Seal of the Corpse God from the Corpse God Sect, descending into a half-divine corpse state, and unleashed his Sword Immortal strike…

It would still have been an almost insurmountable task.

The Underworld…

The Star Killer’s eyes flickered; after a scattering of starlight, he stepped away as though merging with the night, dissolving into countless stars and disappearing.

“Elder Su, I was merely collecting my fee… don’t be so belligerent…”

“If you despise us so much, then leave now.”

The Star Killer tossed off his words and vanished without a trace.

Su Daoling’s grip tightened as the divine talisman dragon roared like thunder.

Yet facing the exquisite evasive technique of the Lie Shen Pavilion’s Star Killer, he could only watch as his foe slipped away.

The killer of Lie Shen Pavilion… his escape artistry was unsurpassed.

Unless Su Daoling had pre-set a ‘Calming the Wind’ talisman array, there was no chance of capturing him.

Tonight, everything happened so suddenly – how could Su Daoling have had time to prepare?

“Damn it! Damn!”

Su Daoling’s knuckles tightened in exasperation.

At that moment, a sound split the air.

It was the arrival of the Three Flower Grand Masters and the Breath Retention Transformation Grand Practitioner guarding the Bizarre Temple.

“Elder…”

“You guard the Bizarre Temple; I’ll return to the residence to assess the situation.”

Su Daoling drew a deep breath.

The death of Su Wenxi, a Martial Saint, would change everything.

It would send shockwaves throughout Jingguang City.

The Su Family’s long-standing dominance over the Zhou, Yun, and Zhong families had made them the foremost family in Daocheng, based on their top-tier combat prowess.

Two Martial Saints and a Divine Infant headlined the family.

Only when the three families united could they hope to rival the Su Family.

But now, with one Martial Saint lost, the allied might of the three families would surely exploit this weakness.

Su Daoling spat a few words and then soared skyward on divine talismans.

He returned to the Su Family Residence.

Seeing the river of blood with his own eyes, even Su Daoling felt dizzy from the shock.

“Huang Jianjiu!”

“So ruthless! So ruthless!”

The losses of the Su Family tonight were far graver than Su Daoling had imagined.

Not only was a Martial Saint slain, but even promising successors such as Su Wuming, along with countless disciples cultivating feminine essence awaiting transformation, were lost…

Hundreds were massacred!

Half of the Su Family’s disciples were butchered!

“Monster! Huang Jianjiu has succumbed to madness!”

“The Qianyuan Divine Sect… must give the Su Family an explanation!”

Su Daoling gritted his teeth.

Suddenly,

Su Daoling’s eyes narrowed as countless divine talismans soared upward. In a flash, he transformed into a streak of light above the Su Family Residence.

Inside the Su Family Residence,

Young Daoist Master Yue Weizheng and several generals of the Divine Guard Army wore expressions that betrayed their concern.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh –

The sound of cleaving air echoed relentlessly.

One by one, figures appeared outside the Su Family Residence.

Looking outside, they saw dense black mist billowing over Long Street, swirling like a coiling dragon in endless turmoil.

“Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh——”

A deep, rumbling laugh emerged from within the swirling smoke.

Then,

Su Daoling’s eyes narrowed as he saw a hunched figure emerging from the black mist – a figure wearing a Cat Face Mask, with a black ledger cradled in his left hand and a Wolf-Hair Brush clenched in his right.

Underworld Cat Face!

“The Underworld decreed you perish by the third watch – who dares let you live till the fifth?”

“Patriarch Su Wenxi.”

“Wipe his name off the Life and Death Book.”

No sooner had the words fallen than Cat Face slashed across the black ledger with his brush.

Su Daoling’s eyes blazed with murderous intent!

“Underworld Cat Face?!”

“The Underworld—!”

Boom——!!!!

A divine talisman burst into flame in an instant, its terrifying energy rippling outward in concentric circles.

Where Cat Face had stood, a huge deep pit was blown open.

Terrifying mastery over the forces of heaven and earth suppressed it.

Yet…

Only shattered fragments of blue stone ruins remained.

There was no trace of Underworld Cat Face!

Floating above, Su Daoling’s eyes burned with murderous intent, making even the night seem to tremble.

“Have the Su Family really dared to trample on anyone, no matter how insignificant?”

“Underworld Cat Face?”

“Jingguang City… Li Qingshan!”

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【Prison Lotus, Kǒu Hā, Trembling Soul, Divine General of the Bizarre Temple】

Outside the Bizarre Temple,

the wind was calm.

Old Master Su Lei Ba, leaning on a dragon-headed cane with a face etched like ancient bark, trembled slightly.

Seated in a master’s chair with hands resting atop the cane’s dragon head, motionless, yet every vein on his hand pulsed like a roaring dragon.

“Fang Han Shu, isn’t that enough?”

A low, bitter voice emerged from Su Lei Ba’s throat.

Grand Elder Fang Han Shu of the Qianyuan Divine Sect…

He stood no chance – he simply couldn’t win!

Su Lei Ba never imagined that someone like Fang Han Shu would stand in his way for Huang Jianjiu.

After all, Fang Han Shu was the Grand Elder of the Qianyuan Divine Sect…

And Huang Jianjiu was a true disciple of the Authentic Transmission Ledger of the Qianyuan Divine Sect!

That meant Huang Jianjiu’s actions tonight against the Su Family could never be brushed aside!

“The Qianyuan Divine Sect… must give the Su Family an explanation!”

Su Lei Ba’s dragon-headed cane struck the ground forcefully, cracking the earth in spiderweb-like fissures.

On the rooftop, Fang Han Shu slowly closed his book.

Moonlight cascaded over him.

A trace of sorrow glimmered in his eyes as he looked toward the Drunken Goose Tavern, as if seeing a slumbering swordsman.

He sighed softly.

“Don’t you understand what the Su Family has done?”

“And yet you dare demand an explanation from the Qianyuan Divine Sect?”

Grand Elder Fang Han Shu, his flowing beard dancing in the moonlight, gradually blurred as he stepped forward.

Su Lei Ba replied coldly, “What has the Su Family done?”

“Every woman married into our family was obtained through proper ritual—with dowries and mutual consent. What crime have we committed?!”

“This night, the Su Family will forever remember our deeds!”

“Lingnan Daocheng isn’t ruled by the Qianyuan Divine Sect, and we shall not be bullied. Our two daughters in the Divine Capital – one a favored consort, the other the consort of the Third Prince!”

“Fang Han Shu…”

“Just wait and see!”

Su Lei Ba’s voice rumbled deeply.

“A favored consort, a prince’s consort…” Fang Han Shu shook his head slightly.

“The Su Family’s men exploit feminine talents, nurturing gifted women who cling to power. Truly, they’ve earned their three-millennia legacy…”

“Lingnan Daocheng’s premier family lives up to its reputation indeed.”

Fang Han Shu crossed his arms and took a step forward.

“If you have grievances or discontent…”

“go and find Lü Taibai.”

“He is the true patriarch of the Qianyuan Divine Sect – if there’s any blame, it falls on him.”

After speaking, Fang Han Shu rode the winds and vanished into the night.

Su Lei Ba’s face, neck, and hands pulsed with every vein.

Such tyranny!

Fang Han Shu…

Such overwhelming tyranny!

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Moonlight shone upon clear towers and splendid pavilions in the distance.

Drunken Goose Tavern.

A palpable stillness reigned.

The soft moonlight, like a delicate veil, bathed the entire structure in a gentle, radiant glow – bright and resplendent.

Huang Jianjiu closed his eyes, his skin still tinted with black jade and adorned with intricate patterns.

This was the form of a half-divine corpse – immensely powerful. The Corpse God Sect had to expend vast resources to forge one.

If it weren’t for the Corpse God Sect’s ambition to infiltrate the Qianyuan Divine Sect, it would have been nearly impossible. Sensing his need, they followed his scent.

Huang Jianjiu worried his mortal body could not endure a Sword Immortal strike.

The two, bonded by a shared affinity for the macabre, quickly found common ground.

Huang Jianjiu obtained a Seal of the Corpse God. With the power of the Corpse God and prodigious resources from the Corpse God Sect, his flesh was transformed into that of a half-divine corpse.

Normally, by concealing his aura with prized Corpse God Orbs, Huang Jianjiu went unnoticed.

Moonlight gently poured down.

The tipsy Boss’s Wife, though not at her martial best due to the drink, slowly regained clarity after overcoming her inebriation.

She moved; her body stiffened.

A cold hand rested on the patterned cloth scarf around her hair. In that fleeting moment, she understood.

“Sob——”

She covered her mouth as tear-sized droplets streamed from creases at her eyes, plinking continuously.

She dared not raise her head.

But eventually, she had to. Her entire body trembled, her pallor stripped of all color.

Slowly, she raised her head; the hand upon her hair weakened and fell limply.

The Boss’s Wife stared in stunned silence at Huang Jianjiu’s moonlit face, marked with black jade patterns, lying lifeless.

Though he now resembled a demon, unrecognizable as a man…

she still recognized him.

“Jianjiu…”

Her voice trembled.

Her eyes, vacant and suffocating, flashed images of the past like a rapid slideshow.

That year, a young swordsman had rescued her from a village ravaged by the Bizarre Temple, leaving everyone dead except her.

Back then, she was a lonely orphan with no kin, and from that moment, her entire world belonged to Huang Jianjiu.

Jianjiu taught her swordsmanship; alas, she lacked natural talent.

He taught her martial arts, and with great effort, she managed to polish her skills…

In terms of divine aura, she possessed not even a spark of prodigious talent.

She was merely an ordinary villager, out of place in the realm of cultivation.

She should have cowered like a timid mimosa, retreating to the mundane world.

But she couldn’t let go—her only world was in cultivation. So she chose to live there.

She began learning winemaking, slowly crafting fine wines, even imitating alchemists by blending spirit herbs to create wines imbued with divine aura.

She poured every ounce of strength into securing a foothold in the world of cultivation and eventually opened the Drunken Goose Tavern.

Decades passed without her ever imagining…

that Huang Jianjiu would die before her.

Plink, plink.

Massive tears rolled from her eyes. Biting her lip, she reached out tremulously to caress Huang Jianjiu’s cheek, even though his skin felt as cold as death itself.

She never ceased her touch.

“Why, why didn’t you marry me? Why didn’t you have children with me?”

“If I had known you’d die so soon, I should have found a chance to get you drunk and make a meal out of you!”

The Boss’s Wife muttered through gritted teeth.

“How could you die before me?”

“You, the unrivaled swordsman soaring through the skies…”

“I brewed countless wines for you that you never even tasted…”

“Now that you’re dead, from this moment on… my world will know no daylight.”

Tears streamed as her eyes softened with tenderness.

Seizing a wine jar, she smashed it with furious force.

Clang – fragments flew and wine splashed everywhere.

She pressed a sharp shard to her neck with trembling fingers.

“Hmph…”

“You won’t shake me off that easily!”

The Boss’s Wife snorted weakly; then her eyes, tender and resolute, fixed on the lifeless form of Huang Jianjiu.

She was about to slit her throat.

But…

An invisible force erupted, turning the wine jar fragments to dust, scattering them all around.

The Boss’s Wife stood frozen.

Suddenly, the moonlight was swallowed by a terrifying darkness.

She turned and saw a towering figure, as imposing as a mountain, standing on a railing like a spear reaching the sky.

Beneath a Cute Cow Mask, deep, penetrating eyes stared intensely.

The Boss’s Wife felt her breath catch.

She clenched her fist and, trembling, stepped in front of Ogre.

“Don’t you dare touch my husband’s corpse!”

Ogre’s broad back shuddered as he slowly bowed his head, first glancing at Huang Jianjiu’s corpse then at the diminutive Boss’s Wife blocking it.

Beneath his mask, a slight smirk curled at the corner of his lips.

“I can revive him.”

“You want to try?”

The Boss’s Wife trembled violently.

It sounded like a demonic whisper, yet in that moment…

to her, it was as if heaven itself had broken into song.

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Daocheng of Qianyuan.

Tinglei Alley.

Private Workshop Courtyard.

Buzz—!

Li Che, donning an Ogre Mask, reappeared in an instant; his five fingers, fanned like a sudden gust, gripped a White Feilei Chess Piece.

The imposing figure stood silently in the courtyard as invisible winds swirled chaotically.

In a corner of the courtyard,

Li Qingshan, wearing a Cat Face Mask and holding the Life and Death Book, hunched over, sweat mixing with cold terror, his breathing labored.

Yet Li Qingshan’s eyes flashed with excitement – it was just too thrilling!

He had pulled off an enormous stunt before a Divine Infant-level powerhouse and a half-saint of divine talismans!

As a new member of the Underworld, Cat Face felt his presence finally acknowledged. He no longer had to charge at the front…

He merely needed to step in after comrades like Ogre, Ma Mian, Divine Monkey, and Thunder Dragon had accomplished their feats.

That alone filled him with immense satisfaction.

Seeing Ogre return, Li Qingshan exhaled deeply.

A Martial Saint had been slain…

Although the finishing blow of Huang Jianjiu, straddling the realm of the Swordsman, was the primary killer move…

Li Qingshan felt that the Underworld had undoubtedly played an indelible role in this!

Li Che glanced at Li Qingshan; Li Qingshan waved the Life and Death Book as if to say, ‘Well done.’

Shaking his head, Li Che couldn’t quite understand Li Qingshan’s obsession.

Kill him, and even go the extra mile to clean up…

Is there truly that much importance in ritual?

Li Che simply couldn’t fathom Li Qingshan and paid it no mind.

Ascending the tower, the power of the Temple Spirit once again flowed into the Mud Pellet at his brow.

With a flick of his fingers,

Huang Jianjiu’s corpse reappeared, its black jade patterned body shimmering brilliantly.

In the distance, Li Qingshan hesitated, his eyes narrowing, then excitement surged within him!

He exclaimed, “It’s coming, it’s coming!”

Li Che glanced at Huang Jianjiu’s corpse, raising his hand. His five fingers clenched and pressed down on the Mud Pellet on Huang Jianjiu’s brow.

“Spiritual Confinement.”

“Oh divine… return!”

The voice roared like deep thunder.

The courtyard trembled.

Boom—!!!

In an instant, the entire courtyard seemed to shudder.

Li Che furrowed his brow.

And then he saw within Huang Jianjiu’s brow, a pulsating Seal of the Corpse God emerging – a twisted, horrific apparition formed by surging corpse energy and deathly aura!

“Seal of the Corpse God?”

“Is it trying to devour his three souls and seven spirits?”

Li Che chuckled.

The Cosmic Chessboard rotated, and in a flash, it drew the Seal of the Corpse God into its depths, sealing it away!

It now lay embedded within the Mud Pellet at his brow.

Eight Temple Spirits simultaneously opened their eyes and roared like thunder!

Fa Tian Xiang Di, the Luminous True Primate, bellowed, leaped forth, and subdued the Seal of the Corpse God.

Though the Seal still struggled to break free,

it hardly mattered.

“It’s time to draw on some fallen strength,”

Li Che murmured under his breath.

Then his gaze fell upon Huang Jianjiu’s corpse.

Without the Seal’s influence, Spiritual Confinement took full effect.

Countless jets of black energy surged upward as a sharp, slicing sword chant erupted in the courtyard, and a brilliant silver sword light dazzled all around.

Clad in tattered clothes with a liquor gourd at his waist, marked by countless sword scars,

Huang Jianjiu’s Spiritual Confinement slowly materialized.

His black jade skin and its intricate floral patterns bloomed, as faint black energy swirled around him like brushstrokes tracing every mark.

Carrying a sword case that concealed boundless sword intent,

sword aura raged like wind through the courtyard, slicing through the air as if it were tofu.

His eyes flickered.

Huang Jianjiu’s Spiritual Confinement slowly opened its eyes.

A look of bewilderment emerged in them.

In a fleeting moment, his gaze fell upon the imposing Ogre, towering like a mountain.

In an instant,

countless pieces of information flooded his mind: Sword Nine, the decapitation of a Martial Saint…

Death, resurrection…

“I… I’ve truly come back to life?”

Huang Jianjiu’s bloodshot eyes shimmered with surprise, joy spreading through him.

Resurrection.

Is this the power of the Underworld?

What miraculous force is the Underworld?

To wield the power to resurrect – simply…

one can scarcely imagine the terror of the Underworld!

Moreover, having been reborn, his strength had now reached the Swordsman realm!

Because he had attained the Swordsman stage before death, he maintained that level after resurrection?

How terrifying!

He looked up at Ogre.

Suddenly, his bloodshot pupils contracted tightly.

As Spiritual Confinement, a message instantly arrived, revealing the identity of the Ogre who had revived him.

“Y-you…”

Huang Jianjiu sucked in a breath and immediately grabbed his liquor gourd from his waist, bringing it to his mouth to gulp down a drink; yet freshly resurrected, the gourd was empty.

Desperate for a drink to steady his nerves, he found no relief.

Ogre was none other than…

XiXi’s father!

The new Fifth Elder of the Qianyuan Divine Sect, Li Che?!

That gentle, honest, unassuming Elder Li Che, who immersed himself in the art of Divine Eagle techniques?!

Huang Jianjiu was overwhelmed by a heart-wrenching shock!

So all along…

the Underworld Ogre – that scoundrel – had been hiding among them!

Who would have thought that the Underworld Ogre…

was none other than the unassuming Divine Eagle Master!

However, having experienced death once, he quickly collected himself.

Bowing and saluting, he said, “My lord.”

Li Che nodded, a smile barely concealed on his lips.

Indeed, once Huang Jianjiu revived and reached the Martial Saint tier…

for Li Che, that was the greatest reward!

It meant that under his command, there was not only one Martial Saint-level combatant – the Blood-Yang Nine Divine Vajra Ape – but also a Swordsman of unparalleled might!

The Underworld…

an epic boost indeed!

Raising his hand, Li Che flicked his fingers.

A White Unsullied Heart Divine Chess Piece shot forth, landing on Huang Jianjiu’s brow.

In an instant,

Huang Jianjiu’s brow rippled like a stone struck in a mirror-like lake.

All the intricate black jade patterns and his bloodshot eyes faded away.

The effects of his half-divine corpse were completely suppressed by the Unsullied Heart Chess Piece!

“Now that’s much more pleasing to the eye.”

Li Che smiled.

“Thank you, my lord.”

Huang Jianjiu looked at his now-restored skin, which bore a slight black luster but…

at least appeared far more appealing than his hideous half-divine corpse form.

It wouldn’t frighten the Boss’s Wife nearly as much.

Under the moonlight,

Li Che removed his Ogre Mask, his dark hair swirling as he smiled gently.

“Welcome back.”

“Swordsman, Huang Jianjiu.”

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