Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One
Chapter 97 - 93: Yan Chixia, The Demon Slayer!

Chapter 97: Chapter 93: Yan Chixia, The Demon Slayer!

Yiye Zhiqiu knew that the State Preceptor was no ordinary opponent, so he had to strike first and hard, using his most powerful skill right off the bat: the Kunlun Talisman Thunder Method. As two talismans flew out from his sleeves and adhered to his palms, Yiye Zhiqiu began chanting his curses, and the true words emerged.

"Immeasurable Life Buddha!"

With a light flick of his right hand towards Yiye Zhiqiu, the State Preceptor sent him crashing to the ground as if he were struck by a thousand-pound boulder; without even making a move, Yiye Zhiqiu was knocked down, his ribcage shattered, continuously spitting blood.

"No wonder the Kunlun Sect grows weaker by the day; it’s all because they have material like you, pitiable and lamentable."

Following his magical attack, the State Preceptor launched a mental attack, infuriating the extremely proud Yiye Zhiqiu, who spat out another mouthful of blood, determined to struggle to his feet and fight the State Preceptor again.

"..."

Seeing the greatest mage, Yiye Zhiqiu, severely injured by a mere flick from the State Preceptor, Xiao Wangba sighed helplessly and, gritting his teeth, pleaded:

"Demon Daoist! It was I who sent men to assassinate you, it has nothing to do with anyone else. If I willingly go back to Chang’an with you, would you release these innocent people?"

"Father, don’t do it!"

The Xiao Family Sisters strongly disagreed.

"Lord Xiao, earlier you said that I treated you like a three-year-old child? Now it seems you are the one treating yourself as such, speaking such ridiculously naive words!"

After mocking him, the State Preceptor continued,

"Knowing the way the Imperial Edict Office operates, can you really be so naive as to make such a request? Do you think I would agree?"

"You..."

Xiao Wangba, lost for words and filled with rage, first looked at his two tear-filled daughters, then at the injured Yiye Zhiqiu and the masked Li Ping’an, and finally at his nineteen loyal followers before raising his sword and saying through clenched teeth:

"Demon Daoist! I will fight you to the end!"

"Hold on, it’s not time yet..."

The seemingly "invisible" Li Ping’an suddenly spoke up, stopping Xiao Wangba, who was about to fight to the death, standing between the people, his hand on the storage gourd, ready to draw out the Hundred Plays Steel Rod at any moment.

Yiye Zhiqiu, lying on the ground spitting blood, desperately advised:

"Senior, even if you scold me, I must say, how can a mere scholar like you defeat the State Preceptor!"

"Senior, please don’t do this!"

The two Xiao sisters called out anxiously at the same time.

"Your role is of utmost importance, and there are still many significant tasks you must undertake. There is no need for you to die for us!"

Xiao Wangba pleaded earnestly.

"Please stand behind us, senior!"

The members of the Xiao Family knelt and begged together.

"This isn’t your fault, just blame my undying lust. Everything is my own doing; actually, I could have left here this afternoon, but I was enamored with your two daughters and wanted to propose to them, which is why I foolishly lingered until now, truly a case of reaping what I sow!"

After saying this, Li Ping’an pushed everyone behind him, preparing for a do-or-die battle with the State Preceptor, and his figure instantly looked immensely imposing, including in the eyes of the enemy’s rank, Zuo Qianhu.

"State Preceptor, this man has spared my life and also saved me once. Could you possibly spare him for my sake?"

Zuo Qianhu knelt on the ground and begged earnestly.

"You’ve all been fooled by this boy!"

The State Preceptor’s words left everyone bewildered.

"What do you mean, State Preceptor?"

Zuo Qianhu was the first to ask.

The State Preceptor squinted his eyes, staring at Li Ping’an up and down before commenting,

"This young man is no ordinary person; all of you combined are no match for him!"

Previously defeated by a sneak attack from Li Ping’an, Zuo Qianhu, feeling immensely ashamed at the comment, still spoke up for Li Ping’an,

"State Preceptor, aren’t those words a bit too harsh... I see him as merely a scholar. Let’s just let him go..."

"Enough, let no one else speak. Today, a battle with the State Preceptor is inevitable. Let’s just watch carefully!"

Li Ping’an understood that there was no use in saying more with the State Preceptor, whose intent to kill was decided. In this survival of the fittest world of Great Tang, strength was the only truth. However, facing such a formidable opponent as the State Preceptor, Li Ping’an felt increasingly uncertain.

"Senior, are you up to it?"

Yiye Zhiqiu, supported by members of the Xiao Family, struggled to his feet, standing beside Li Ping’an to guard their flank, ready to live and die together with Li Ping’an.

"I don’t know, I can only try!"

Li Ping’an quietly opened the lid of the storage gourd, poised on the brink of a deadly battle, ready to fight to the death!

"Good, to catch the thieves, first catch the king. I, the State Preceptor, will liberate you first. With you gone, the rest will surrender without a fight!"

The State Preceptor waved his hands, his Buddhist Robe fluttering, and the eight nun underlings once again pounded their magic artifacts, preparing to unleash the Divine Skills that had annihilated Zhengqi Villa before!

"Am I really finished..."

Laboring under intense nervousness, beads of sweat rolled down Li Ping’an’s forehead, and the spontaneous heat sweating had already soaked his clothes. He realized that he might truly die here this time; his mind was flooded with countless thoughts, only regretting that he hadn’t been sleazy enough, which led to this deadly predicament today!

Xiao Wangba, the Xiao sisters, Yiye Zhiqiu, members of the Xiao Family, even Zuo Qianhu, all closed their eyes in despair, ready to pass on to the Yellow Springs with Li Ping’an.

Just as the eight nuns under the State Preceptor were about to unleash their power and were shouting at Li Ping’an and others, suddenly, a bold voice came from the south,

"With righteous spirit and a sword at my waist, eyes shining as far as the heavens stretch, if demons dare wreak havoc on humans, my blue sword vows not to spare, Yan Chixia has arrived!"

The tense atmosphere was instantly shattered as everyone followed the sound. They saw innumerable golden Flying Swords forming a ladder from the south, and a person stepping downward, casually descending the stairway of swords.

"Nine Heavens Dragon Roar, Sword Control, Returning!"

Yan Chixia landed steadily beside Li Ping’an as countless sword-shaped ladders instantly converged into one sword, flying back into the Sword Box on Yan Chixia’s back.

Uncertain whether Yan Chixia was friend or foe, Li Ping’an immediately stepped back and then used Divine Skills: Secluded Cave to evaluate his strength:

Cultivation: Unknown, Attributes: Unknown

"How powerful! He is just like the State Preceptor, an enigma! Who exactly is this person?"

After Yan Chixia landed, he glanced at the State Preceptor and his group, then looked at Li Ping’an up and down and said,

"What a fine young man, it would be a pity for you to die here!"

"..."

Li Ping’an did not respond but also sized up the person in front of him. The man had a tiger-headed ring-eyed appearance, a long spiraled beard, a face like Zhong Kui, but with an upright and composed temperament, quite resembling a person of Daoist immortality. On his back was a huge Sword Box, next to which hung a scroll and a Longbow, and at his waist hung a leather wine pouch, also exuding a bit of a Dionysian air.

"Who is Yan Chixia? What sect, what faction? Friend or foe?"

Li Ping’an stretched his neck backward, asking Yiye Zhiqiu beside him.

"No way? Senior! You don’t know who Yan Chixia is?"

Yiye Zhiqiu then began to introduce Yan Chixia to Li Ping’an: