Chapter 261: The Return of the Divine Master

Moonlight softly spills over the scene.

Li Che removed his mask; his once hulking frame and clattering bones shrank back to a normal build.

The overwhelming vitality and imposing aura receded in an instant, transforming the peerless beast into a modest Divine Eagle Master.

“Welcome back,” he said.

“Sword Saint, Huang Jianjiu.”

Li Che smiled warmly, his gentle tone as comforting as a spring breeze.

Huang Jianjiu was momentarily stunned before bursting into a broad smile, gratitude shining in his eyes.

He had so many regrets; deep down, he never truly wished to die.

Only when he faced death head-on did he realize whom his heart truly longed for.

“Thank you, my lord,” he said earnestly.

Huang Jianjiu clasped his fists in reverence—even though he knew that in being resurrected, his fate was now determined solely by Li Che.

Surviving this was already a miracle.

Moreover, with Li Che as his lord, Huang Jianjiu felt… content.

Li Che nodded, his fingers like hooks as he retrieved a piece of spirit wood. With a swift flip of his carving knife, shimmering light danced as wood chips showered down.

Moments later, a mask twisted into a vortex pattern took shape.

At the center of the two spirals, two eyeholes emerged.

He tossed the mask to Huang Jianjiu, who caught it, his expression briefly blank.

“Soaring on a sword through the wind, vanquishing demons under heaven; with wine, one roams carefree, without it, I go mad…”

“From now on,”

“you shall be,”

“the Underworld’s Sword Immortal of Wine,”

Li Che said in his calm tone.

Huang Jianjiu paused, savoring the poetic verses Li Che recited. His body trembled slightly before he threw back his head and laughed heartily.

The mask settled over his face as swirling sword energy burst forth from his eyes.

“Hahahahaha!”

“With wine, all is joyous; without it, I’m insane!”

“Alright, alright!”

“From now on, I, Huang Jianjiu, am the Underworld’s Sword Immortal of Wine.”

With his declaration complete,

a blade of light surged from the sword case on his back, slicing through the courtyard at lightning speed, its sweeping sword energy stirring up a wild, chaotic vortex!

In the distance,

Li Qingshan drew a deep breath.

Every time he witnessed the miraculous revival techniques of the Underworld, he was filled with disbelief!

Controlling such power to defy death was truly unimaginable.

Yet it filled Li Qingshan with immense excitement. What did it mean?

It meant…

that Underworld Cat Face could now recklessly flirt with death!

For what is death to fear?

Among the fierce denizens of the Underworld, death was the least concerning!

Seeing the mask removed, his jet-black hair flying free, reminiscent of the 21-year-old Old Prodigy once seen in Feilei City—pure, honest, and guileless…

Li Qingshan couldn’t help but reflect that the once modest Prodigy had grown to such heights.

Surely, Li Che had earned the favor of the Underworld’s top cultivators and received a grand inheritance!

Even Li Qingshan now could hardly imagine the ultimate heights Li Che might reach!

Now, allied with Huang Jianjiu, they were even capable of slaying a Martial Saint!

What a terrifying feat that was!

Martial Saint…

Li Qingshan scarcely dared to imagine—placed in Jingguang City, such a being could overpower any force.

Yet now, a Martial Saint had fallen among the Underworld’s beasts.

Cat Face himself even personally presided over the Martial Saint’s funeral!

After a brief sword ride, Huang Jianjiu retracted his sword light and prepared to take his leave. He was eager to seek out the Boss’s Wife.

The only pity was…

that he had become bound by Spiritual Confinement. Though resurrected, it seemed he could no longer have children with the Boss’s Wife.

Huang Jianjiu grimaced; he longed to gulp down a swig of wine to ease his sorrow—only realizing what he’d taken for granted once it was lost.

Li Che, noticing Huang Jianjiu’s hasty departure, knew exactly what he was planning.

When news of Huang Jianjiu’s potential resurrection reached the Boss’s Wife, she had wagered without hesitation. She entrusted Huang Jianjiu’s corpse to Li Che, even though she feared that Ogre might be a deceiver, sent solely to steal the corpse. But on reflection, as a mortal, she couldn’t possibly guard it.

And with Ogre’s polite inquiry, she felt she might as well take a chance.

“No rush,”

Li Che said gently.

“Oh come on, my lord, you have a wife—you know there’s no hurry…”

Huang Jianjiu interjected anxiously.

Li Che laughed and briefly explained the situation with the Boss’s Wife.

“You still have a grand feast ahead… miss it and you’ll surely regret it.”

Li Che looked at Huang Jianjiu with a smile that bordered on mischief.

The next moment, a flick of his fingers sent the void tearing open; from the ruptured gaps, chunks of corpses infused with overwhelming, potent martial will began to fall out.

They resembled searing red branding irons at their peak heat, emitting terrifying temperatures that warped the air!

In the distance, Li Qingshan gasped as, even from afar, he detected a horrifying, scorching burning aura!

The very martial will that encircled him seemed intent on shattering his spirit into pieces!

The Martial Saint’s corpse!

It was the corpse of Su Wenxi, the head of the Su Family and a Martial Saint, shattered into nine fragments by Huang Jianjiu’s earth-shattering strike!

Huang Jianjiu’s Spiritual Confinement furrowed as sword energy roared around him. He didn’t retreat; instead, he fixated on the Martial Saint’s corpse.

It was as if he understood Li Che’s intentions.

He also grasped what Li Che meant by this grand feast.

With a snap of his finger, streams of light burst forth.

You Liqing, Blue Bird, Long Tai, Niu Thirteen, Bai Wuchang, Xue Dufu, and Divine Guardian all materialized one after another.

One after the other, figures bound by Spiritual Confinement appeared, instantly chilling the very atmosphere of the courtyard.

Li Qingshan only saw swirling black mist. When his vision cleared, the courtyard was filled with human forms.

You Liqing’s eyes flickered as he looked toward Su Wenxi’s corpse and exhaled deeply.

In Mo City, You Liqing faced Su Wenxi head-on, feeling the sheer, peerless power of a true Martial Saint. Every exchange was effortlessly crushed— the gap was enormous.

Now, seeing Su Wenxi’s corpse, his heart eased slightly, replaced by excitement and anticipation.

Why such anticipation?

Because…

he believed that Su Wenxi’s dignity and resilience as a Martial Saint could never surrender easily to his lord; for Li Che, any Spiritual Confinement that refused to yield was no true divine power…

they all had to die!

Once dead… it would be their raucous celebration!

Bai Wuchang and Xue Dufu already began rubbing their hands together in anticipation—they were eager for a hearty feast.

As their lord’s cultivation grew, Bai Wuchang and Xue Dufu had been relegated to obscurity. Now, with rare opportunities arising,

to prove themselves worthy of his lord and become his most formidable treasures, Xue Dufu felt he must strive to devour and grow stronger!

Nearby, Divine Guardian’s eyes gleamed with a mysterious light as he observed.

Blue Bird, Long Tai, and even the casually transformed Niu Thirteen all shone with anticipatory glimmers in their eyes!

When one whale falls, life blooms for all!

The fall of a Martial Saint was a grand feast for these Spiritual Confinement warriors!

It was nothing short of a carnival!

“Struggle! Resist! Scream, great Saint Su!”

“Unleash the dignity befitting your stature as a Martial Saint!”

Xue Dufu muttered while rubbing his hands.

Li Che shot Xue Dufu a glance. Though Xue Dufu had reached the level of a Preternatural Grandmaster, it was clear that his current level no longer cut it.

Indeed, Xue Dufu needed to devour even more powerful Spiritual Confinement to advance.

But a Martial Saint’s Spiritual Confinement wasn’t something Xue Dufu could digest on his own.

Swish, swish, swish—

Huang Jianjiu, You Liqing, Blue Bird, Long Tai, and other strong warriors fell to one side, forming a ring.

Their eyes fixed intently on the nine fragments of the Martial Saint’s corpse.

From afar, Li Qingshan’s hair stood on end at the sight—a scene so grim it was almost unbearable!

Can’t they make this scene any less macabre?

Aren’t we the Underworld—the harmonious and loving Underworld?

Li Qingshan’s face flushed as he absorbed the overwhelming martial will, then sat cross-legged in the courtyard, drawing upon that power for cultivation.

Ignoring the restless Spiritual Confinement warriors, Li Che raised his fingers, sharply bending them like divine spears poised to pierce the void.

He aimed at the nine shattered fragments of Su Wenxi’s corpse.

“Spiritual Confinement!”

Boom—!!!

In an instant, thick black energy erupted from the nine corpse fragments, swelling like a rolling fog that engulfed the entire courtyard.

Huang Jianjiu narrowed his eyes, and with a flick of his finger, his sword energy surged to cut through the dark mist.

On the other side, You Liqing gripped his Zhangba Snake Halberd, its mighty spear-like form thundering as it swept the dark fog away.

Blue Bird, Long Tai, Xue Dufu, and the other Spiritual Confinement warriors all used their skills to dispel the mist.

Then, countless tendrils of black mist began to churn, as if the very heavens and earth were trembling—this was the divine resonance unique to a Martial Saint, sweeping forth!

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!

The intense pounding resounded like rolling thunder in the ears of Li Che, Li Qingshan, and every Spiritual Confinement warrior present!

Li Che’s eyes sparked with electric arcs, a strange glint briefly flashing in their depths.

Huang Jianjiu patted his sword case and narrowed his eyes.

After all, they were all Martial Saints. Why did your Spiritual Confinement make such a grand display?

“I… I’m resurrected?!”

“You want me to submit?!”

“Not a chance—!!!”

The overwhelming celestial resonance roared, and the power of heaven and earth violently pressed down upon the entire courtyard.

Every one of the Spiritual Confinement warriors felt an intense pressure.

Huang Jianjiu brought his sword tips together; the Unsullied Heart Chess Piece nestled on his brow trembled, and in an instant, his skin turned pitch black, shimmering with a dark jade gleam and intricate patterns as he assumed a demigod-like corpse form!

But soon, Huang Jianjiu’s state receded.

Because…

it wasn’t necessary.

“Foolish.”

Huang Jianjiu patted his Liquor Gourd and snorted with amusement.

Sure enough,

as Su Wenxi’s eyes burst out with a terrifying, crazed red and he struggled violently to break free of Li Che’s Spiritual Confinement,

Li Che appeared in front of him. With his five fingers spread like streams of radiant light, he forcefully pierced Su Wenxi’s Spiritual Confinement head.

“It’s a pity that the chance for rebirth is right before you,”

“and you…”

“chose to resist.”

In an instant, Su Wenxi’s magnificent Martial Saint aura vanished entirely, as if it had been completely usurped by Li Che’s grasp, his Spiritual Confinement subjugated.

In the face of Spiritual Confinement, Li Che held absolute control!

“I…”

By now, Su Wenxi had finally reacted.

Yet,

Li Che wouldn’t give him another chance. Resistance only came once or countless times.

The cautious Li Che would not grant a second opportunity.

His fingers clenched hard as the Pure Heart Dao Fruit within his chest pulsed violently, as if multicolored light suddenly burst forth from behind him.

Boom—!!!

With a dull, thunderous sound like silent lightning across the skies, Su Wenxi’s Spiritual Confinement shattered. In that moment, his will was utterly extinguished.

“Consider yourselves rewarded.”

Li Che released his grip, his foot touching the ground as he darted away. His calm voice echoed throughout the courtyard.

The next moment, the Spiritual Confinement warriors charged forward with bloodshot eyes,

completely devouring and dividing the Martial Saint’s Spiritual Confinement!

Any hint of submission or resistance was not tolerated by Li Che—even that of a Martial Saint’s Spiritual Confinement.

In the distance, Li Qingshan watched, his hair standing on end, and he gulped in astonishment.

It was as if everyone had gathered for a communal feast…

What a phenomenal atmosphere.

He closed his eyes and absorbed the powerful martial will emanating from the Martial Saint’s corpse, using it to refine his own divine might.

For any Spiritual Confinement warrior, a Martial Saint’s Spiritual Confinement was a veritable banquet.

Huang Jianjiu devoured some but left the rest, knowing that Spiritual Confinement from a Martial Saint offered little benefit to someone of his rank.

Conversely, You Liqing consumed the most. Once finished, surging dark energy began to flow uncontrollably, signaling the start of the Spiritual Confinement transformation—a push toward the Martial Saint’s level.

Blue Bird, Long Tai, and the other Spiritual Confinement warriors all experienced significant breakthroughs.

What had once been merely Preternatural Grandmaster-level Spiritual Confinement, after consuming the Martial Saint’s, began to push them toward the pinnacle, the ultimate state of the Three Flowers Gathering Supreme Grandmaster.

Li Che clenched his fist.

The Spiritual Confinement fragments transformed into streams of black light, becoming chess pieces that fell onto the Cosmic Chessboard.

Huang Jianjiu’s Spiritual Confinement surged, assimilating the enhancement from Su Wenxi’s fragments, and solidified the Sword Saint’s realm.

After bowing to Li Che, he shouldered his sword case and drifted away.

……

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Drunken Goose Tavern.

The Boss’s Wife sat dazed in a chair amid a mess; the lavish banquet had long since cooled, its warmth gone. Clutching a jar of wine tightly, she waited and hoped.

She wasn’t sure if Ogre was deceiving her, but she believed that someone like Ogre—who could snatch her life at any moment—had no reason to lie to an ordinary mortal… Was it meant to be fun?

As the Boss’s Wife of the Drunken Goose Tavern, she wasn’t clueless about the cultivation world.

Underworld Ogre… that mysterious presence from a mysterious faction had been discussed by many itinerant cultivators over wine and meat.

Moonlight, cool and distant, shone down, chilling her to the bone.

She felt as though her soul had left, clinging only to a single, haunting thought.

The Boss’s Wife didn’t know why Huang Jianjiu had fallen ill tonight, but she sensed a transformation in him that she liked.

Yet, she wished she didn’t have to see him die.

Lost in thought, tears streamed down her face. She reached out to wipe them away.

But a hand brushed her tears away before she could.

Startled, the Boss’s Wife trembled violently, tilting her head slowly. Her tear-streaked face glowed under the moon’s shimmer.

She recognized a familiar visage.

No longer shrouded in ebony skin, no longer as if in a deathly slumber…

Instead, there were tender, watery eyes and an aura of icy sword intent.

“Jianjiu…”

Seeing the familiar face, her heart skipped a beat. She clutched her jar of wine as she nearly dropped it, for Huang Jianjiu held it aloft with one hand.

The Boss’s Wife then circled him, studying him intently.

Moments later, she couldn’t help but wipe away her tears repeatedly.

“You scared me to death!”

She scolded in exasperation.

Huang Jianjiu smiled, releasing the jar that she had been clutching. He quickly gulped a swig from his Liquor Gourd.

“What fine wine!”

“Hahahaha!”

The Boss’s Wife pressed her lips together, watching as Huang Jianjiu’s tears transformed into laughter. “Good that you’re still alive! Otherwise, who will enjoy the wine I brewed?”

Huang Jianjiu chuckled softly as he ruffled the Boss’s Wife’s hair.

“My dear, I’m back.”

The Boss’s Wife gasped, covering her mouth.

……

……

Tonight, the entire Daocheng was destined to be far from peaceful.

The Su Family had been slaughtered—hundreds killed, precious young disciples lost. Su Wenxi, the head of the Su Family and a Martial Saint, was brutally murdered, his body shattered into nine pieces and even his corpse abducted by villains!

It was too tragic!

Daocheng’s foremost aristocratic family had suffered an unimaginable blow.

Who could have foreseen this?

Both the Divine Guard Army and the Temple Guardian Division mobilized.

This matter involved the Underworld, but this time, the Underworld was merely an accomplice; the true culprit…

was none other than Huang Jianjiu!

However, following his earth-shattering Sword Saint strike, Huang Jianjiu died. As a result, the Su Family had to swallow this bitter loss—unless they dared to provoke the Divine Sect.

But the Qianyuan Divine Sect was a colossal force, and now, with Sect Leader Lv Xuan Sword Immortal emerging, the Su Family felt somewhat outmatched.

Drunken Goose Tavern.

News of Huang Jianjiu’s appearance there spread like a storm!

The Su Family received the news immediately.

Su Daoling, the half-saint head of the Su Family, looked on in shock and disbelief!

“What?”

“Huang Jianjiu isn’t dead?!”

Enraged, Su Daoling smashed the Grand Tutor Chair beneath him. Countless Divine Talismans whirled from his body, transforming into a mighty Divine Talisman Dragon that barreled toward Drunken Goose Tavern.

……

The news that Huang Jianjiu was alive—and had appeared at Drunken Goose Tavern holding the Boss’s Wife—spread in an instant.

Temple Guardian Division.

In front of the Bizarre Temple of Lv Xuan Sword Immortal.

Both Governor Yu Wen Wenlong and Feng Zhiqi received the news.

Feng Zhiqi’s imposing frame pulsed with powerful vitality as if a terrifying flower of chi had bloomed, revealing his inner shock.

“Impossible!”

“How can Huang Jianjiu possibly live?!”

“Reborn as a demigod corpse, augmented with Sword Immortal Sword Intent…and unleashing a repulsive strike by opposing forces, death was inevitable!”

“How could he survive?”

Feng Zhiqi, the mightiest Martial Saint presiding over the Temple Guardian Division at Daocheng, was both shocked and dumbfounded.

Taking measured steps, his body vanished in an instant.

Yu Wen Wenlong opened his mouth, intending to follow, but then decided to remain at the Bizarre Temple of Lv Xuan Sword Immortal.

……

The sound of a mare’s neigh filled the air.

Nie Yang’s expression turned somber as the reins lashed against the stormy steed, urging it to gallop faster.

Seated upright on the carriage, the sword by his side trembled constantly.

Even the unflinching Nie Yang sensed something amiss, his heart heavy with sorrow.

Beside him, Li Chengzhou sat obediently, mirroring his stoic demeanor.

Inside the carriage, the curtain was drawn aside.

“Uncle Nie Yang, are we there?”

“Father sent me to comfort Elder Jiao Shaoqiu; we must hurry,”

XiXi peeked out with her little head, saying earnestly.

“Almost there.”

Nie Yang drew a deep breath and cracked his whip once more.

Soon enough,

the carriage arrived at the elder’s courtyard where Jiao Shaoqiu resided.

XiXi pulled aside the curtain and, small as she was, leaped gracefully from the carriage, dashing into the courtyard.

“This little girl…”

Zhang Ya followed soon, stepping down from the carriage with a look of resigned exasperation.

Without knowing the full situation of Elder Jiao, she still couldn’t help but frown as the fierce little tiger bounded in.

She thought of how gentle she and her husband were—a stark contrast to this little whirlwind.

Upon entering the courtyard, XiXi found Elder Jiao Shaoqiu slumped under the eaves, tears wetting his ancient robe.

At this moment, Elder Jiao looked more withered than ever, completely drained of spirit.

“Child…”

He murmured softly,

his eyes betraying undeniable grief.

“Elder, I’m here to see you, XiXi!”

XiXi rushed into the courtyard, and upon seeing the sorrowful Elder Jiao, she quickly ran over—not colliding recklessly but with youthful caution—

curling into his embrace.

Gazing into XiXi’s bright, lively eyes, Elder Jiao’s sorrow began to ebb.

“Good child…”

He patted XiXi’s head affectionately.

“Elder, why cry? XiXi is here—no more tears.”

XiXi comforted Elder Jiao so maturely, easing his grief considerably.

Elder Jiao couldn’t help but sigh in gratitude.

Outside the courtyard,

Nie Yang, Li Chengzhou, and Zhang Ya all entered. Zhang Ya hurriedly helped Elder Jiao to his feet.

“Elder, Brother Huang… what happened?”

Nie Yang’s fist clenched, his eyes shimmering with shared sorrow.

Elder Jiao sighed, “He made his own choices long ago. I always knew this day would come… I just didn’t expect it so soon.”

With Elder Jiao’s affirmation, Nie Yang swayed slightly before clenching his sword tightly.

“My talent pales in comparison to Brother Huang… yet I have always strived to master the sword, taking him as my idol…”

“My sword nears completion, though I haven’t yet had the chance to show Brother Huang.”

Nie Yang inhaled deeply, his voice trembling.

The sword in his grasp quivered and then burst forth as a razor-sharp beam, slicing the night sky as if tearing a massive gash in it.

Standing in the courtyard, Nie Yang’s aura soared with every step!

The sound of clashing swords filled the air.

With sword intent ablaze, sparks flew from Nie Yang’s shoulders and crown!

The pinnacle of the Three Flowers!

One sword, three blossoms!

In that dazzling moment, Nie Yang’s sword intent burned like the blazing sun, igniting a magnificent display of three flowers!

He had reached the supreme realm of the Three Flowers Gathering Grandmaster!

Yet, his heart showed no joy.

Suddenly,

Nie Yang felt a dazzling sword intent erupt from within Daocheng, its brilliance splitting the clouds—absolutely blinding!

“Hahahaha!”

“I, Huang Jianjiu, am not dead yet!”

“Today, the massacre of the Su Family was entirely my doing—not that of the Qianyuan Divine Sect!”

“If you dare, come and trouble me!”

“As for me, Huang Jianjiu…”

“Today, I renounce the Qianyuan Divine Sect. I am no longer a disciple, nor shall I inherit the true teachings!”

“Every debt has its master. The one who killed 538 disciples of the Su Family is none other than me, Huang Jianjiu!”

A resounding, mighty voice boomed,

accompanied by sword intent that lit up the entire night sky.

Nie Yang’s eyes lit up.

Elder Jiao, sitting under the eaves, also looked up, his eyes filled with astonishment and joy!

Huang Jianjiu isn’t dead?!

……

……

In front of the Drunken Goose Tavern,

Huang Jianjiu had vanished.

But the sword he unleashed was nothing short of domineering, its aura splitting into nine parts like nine colossal dragons tearing through the air, stirring the forces of heaven and earth.

It tore apart the Divine Talisman energy Su Daoling had unleashed.

That single strike made everyone realize: Huang Jianjiu was not only alive—he had even advanced, reaching a realm where his sword merged with Martial Saint power, earning him the title of Sword Saint!

A Sword Saint with an unmatched, domineering assault.

Su Daoling’s face twisted in disgust.

“Try dealing with the Boss’s Wife at the Drunken Goose Tavern. When it comes to battles among cultivators, if mortals are involved… don’t blame me, Huang Jianjiu the mighty Sword Saint, for assassinating every last soul remaining in the Su Family—including you, Su Daoling!”

Huang Jianjiu’s parting threat rang out like thunder.

That threat left Su Daoling stone-faced and cold.

He glanced deeply at the Drunken Goose Tavern and its Boss’s Wife, then exhaled and strode off.

Huang Jianjiu’s warning…

indeed made him tread carefully.

In fact, this served as a clear warning to all families and factions in Daocheng.

It openly declared that the Drunken Goose Tavern would be under Huang Jianjiu’s protection—anyone who dared to act would be silently assassinated!

The assassination by a Sword Saint…

At the mere thought of Su Wenxi, the Su Family head shattered into nine segments, everyone shuddered.

At the railing of the Drunken Goose Tavern,

the Boss’s Wife listened to her husband’s commanding words.

Her eyes, soft as water, rested against the railing.

Covering her mouth, she laughed uncontrollably.

……

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Daocheng.

Tinglei Alley.

Private Workshop Courtyard.

Li Qingshan left with a Martial Saint’s corpse, saying he needed time to contemplate.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Li Che asked, puzzled as he looked at Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan replied softly, “As a member of the Underworld, one adapts to its customs.”

Li Che: “…”

He really wanted to comfort him, but decided against it.

After Li Qingshan departed, the courtyard fell into complete silence.

As for Huang Jianjiu, Li Che needn’t worry. Huang Jianjiu now possessed Sword Saint-level prowess; after devouring Su Wenxi’s Spiritual Confinement, his strength was rock-solid.

Unless that Martial Saint remnant of the Su Family’s grand elder intervened, there would be no further problems.

Even if the elder acted, Huang Jianjiu, being a Spiritual Confinement master…

would only be shattered temporarily.

With reassembly, though his aura might weaken, nourishment from the Unsullied Heart Dao Fruit through Spiritual Confinement chess pieces would soon restore him.

Li Che sat cross-legged in the center of the courtyard.

“Huu—”

“Sigh—”

Each breath resounded like rolling thunder as his internal chi surged rhythmically, like the ebb and flow of tides.

In his battle against Martial Saint Su Wenxi, Li Che unleashed his full might—even though he ultimately could not slay him single-handedly.

In fact, Li Che had only clashed directly with his opponent once.

That brief encounter had triggered the power of the Three-Pronged Twin-Edged Blade and unleashed the Divine Seed Martial Arts, Thousand Mountain Lone Sword Strike.

However, when Su Wenxi sought to exchange fates with him, Li Che opted to retreat.

Thus, they never engaged in a fair, even duel.

No matter—it was a fruitful encounter for Li Che.

Though he delivered the killing blow to the Martial Saint, he played the role of the ultimate support, while the main strike belonged to Huang Jianjiu. But who can say that support isn’t essential in a team battle?

In any group fight, the role of support is indispensable!

[Dao Fruit: Dragon Elephant Vajra (lv5 15%)]

Sure enough, the maturation of the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit had improved significantly!

After the battle with the Martial Saint, the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit pulsed with vitality…

Its advancement was a testament to its own exhilarating progress.

The breakthrough feedback from this Dao Fruit advancement left Li Che eagerly anticipating what was next.

However, Li Che did not immediately absorb the newfound enlightenment from the Dao Fruit. He intended to first check if Su Wenxi’s treasured collections contained any Divine Seed Martial Arts manuscripts.

Li Che exhaled deeply.

With a grasp of his fingers, the Qian Kun Jade—generously gifted by Su Wenxi, the Su Family head—appeared in his hand.

Yet, just as Li Che began to inventory the treasures of this Martial Saint’s legacy,

his heart skipped a beat.

It was as if the heavens and earth had suddenly stilled.

In that instant, Li Che’s mind fell into complete stillness.

Before his eyes, streams of light slowly flickered by.

[Dao Fruit: Unsullied Heart (lv5 0%)]

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