Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 333 - 198: If She Dies, Everyone Must be Buried with Her!

Chapter 333: Chapter 198: If She Dies, Everyone Must be Buried with Her!

This was an exceedingly domineering Sword Body, particularly suited for women with strong wills and profound obsession.

No wonder... no wonder the owner of the White Fox surnamed Li was not willing to practice this Sword Dao much.

Thus, the ’Ji Xie’ who practiced this Sword Dao... probably turned herself into neither human nor ghost.

After carefully sensing and understanding, Zhou Yan temporarily learned the usage of this Life-Grasping Sword but did not delve deeper into this abnormal Cultivation Technique.

Then, Zhou Yan, with the Heart of Nature, derived the Xingyi Tao, concealing all his strength and aura.

The Fist Intent left by his master still had five paths remaining, and one of them was refined, leaving nine parts of residual energy.

Ten paths of Fist Intent had been unconsciously reduced by five.

And those additional nine parts of residual Fist Intent energy could be used to perform the Undying Rebirth Technique or to drive the powerful Life-Grasping Sword.

Before searching for Gu Xi, Zhou Yan had to do everything perfectly and prepare thoroughly.

...

"Zhou Lingzhe, thank you for the guidance. I will engrave this great kindness in my heart for life," said Zi Chen.

After getting everything ready and refining artifacts for a moment, Zi Chen finally recovered from her Sudden Enlightenment.

Then, she gave Zhou Yan a deep bow in gratitude.

Zhou Yan simply nodded and said, "You have reached a new Realm, which is good. Bai Ying, you have also comprehended for a good while now. Let’s go."

"Understood, Master."

The White Fox replied respectfully.

"Zi Chen, you can now choose to leave on your own, or you can join me in searching for my Daoist couple, Gu Xi. If you choose the former, you just need to find a place to hide for about half a year, and you should be able to find an opportunity to get out.

The latter could be dangerous at any time."

Zhou Yan said solemnly.

"I will follow you."

Wan Zichen said firmly.

Hearing this, Zhou Yan glanced at Wan Zichen, seeing the determination in her beautiful eyes, and nodded his approval.

Then, Zhou Yan took out the Heavenly Dao Soul Stone, which resembled the Nine-Orifice Immortal Stone, feeling somewhat nervous as he sensed it.

He had not rushed to sense it because he feared an unpredictable and terrifying result and harbored apprehension in his heart.

Concern leads to chaos. It was exactly because he cared so much that he felt this way.

Now, as Zhou Yan began to sense, Wan Zichen and Bai Ying also concentrated and held their breath, daring not to make the slightest noise for fear of disturbing Zhou Yan.

By now, they had both realized the unimaginable position Gu Xi held in Zhou Yan’s heart.

Zhou Yan’s frown deepened.

Wan Zichen and Bai Ying, watching him, felt increasingly anxious and hopeful for a favorable outcome.

But as Zhou Yan continued to frown from time to time, his complexion eventually turned slightly grim.

Even the White Fox felt a chill in her heart at the sight.

...

In the Lei Yan Continent, a division of the War Soul Hall, the Ninth Heaven Battle Hall.

"Lowly maid! It’s your good fortune that the Hall Master fancies you; don’t be ungrateful!"

"I tell you, if you want to become strong, isn’t it? If you Dual Cultivate with the Hall Master, he will definitely release your original soul and help you advance further!"

"Are you listening to me? Damn lowly maid, it seems you have not been disciplined enough!"

A seductive woman with voluptuous curves, purple pupils, and black hair angrily chided a woman shackled by Thunder Chain.

This woman was covered in wounds, her soul fragmented into pieces like feathers or shadows, flickering around her body.

Every shadow was incredibly weak.

Yet her gaze remained unyieldingly steadfast, her will like an immortal authority, showing no sign of collapse.

"Smack Smack—"

Another lash of the Thunder Light Whip struck, brutally hitting the shadows.

The shadows shattered bit by bit, but the shackled woman did not even frown, staring resolutely, the determination in the depths of her eyes moving.

The shadows were her soul.

Having her soul whipped apart by the Thunder Light Whip and then healed by the energy carried by it was far more torturous than having her soul slashed.

But the woman did not utter a single moan.

"Damn lowly maid! There’s only one day left. If I can’t tame you, I’ll be in trouble when the Hall Master blames me!"

The alluring woman was extremely annoyed but couldn’t make the shackled woman submit.

"Anyway... since you can’t be tamed, I’ll be punished anyway with no chance of survival, so I might as well make sure you die a horrible death!"

Saying this, the woman’s murderous intent grew, and she raised the Thunder Light Whip, striking fiercely at the shackled woman.

Having endured endless suffering, the woman finally reached her limit. Her eyes began to dim, and in them appeared the figure of a handsome, robust man.

That figure seemed to have arrived, as if right beside her.

"Brother Zhou Yan... Xi’er is incapable; she had comprehended the Wuwei Sword Dao in the midst of Thunderflame but regrettably fallen into its inner world... Xi’er can no longer help you."

"There are less than three months left until the Holy Daughter’s marriage selection. Brother Zhou Yan, you must be happy. Carry on with the hope of Xi’er and live happily with the Holy Daughter..."

"Xi’er is no good, with neither a respectable family background nor strong backing and power to assist you, Brother Zhou Yan... Not to mention my looks, utterly plain, and now faced with impending defilement... I do not even know if I can preserve this last bit of purity after death..."

"Brother Zhou Yan, no matter how time, space, or even planes change, through countless lifetimes, as long as Xi’er can reincarnate, she will always guard you silently by your side..."

"If there is another life, Xi’er will surely not be this weak..."

...

Gu Xi’s gaze gradually dimmed, and before her unfolded the most beautiful moments of her life.

At that time, it was when he first met Zhou Yan. Back then, the days filled with their laughter seemed just like yesterday.

"Ah... Brother Zhou Yan, you weren’t hurt, were you?"

"That’s great, Brother Zhou Yan, your talent has awakened, these people will regret it!"

...

"Ouch—Brother Zhou Yan, you’re so naughty."

"Um... Brother Zhou Yan, you’re so naughty! You had already sensed it just now, yet you deliberately spoke seriously about being looked down upon by that lowly maid Zhou Lingyi... You were just trying to gain Xi’er’s sympathy on purpose!"

...

Thinking of those past days, Gu Xi’s melancholic eyes were already sliding down with tears.

She still remembered the days when she deliberately rubbed her chest against Zhou Yan’s arm. She remembered the days when Zhou Yan vigorously rubbed her head. She remembered the days when Zhou Yan scraped her nose with his fingers and also the days when Zhou Yan held her in his arms.

The days were ordinary, without powerful Cultivation, nor were there any complicated schemes, but those plain days were so blissful.

...

"From here, we can enter an inner world. Inside Thunder Flame Breaking Path Mountain, there lies a separate world."

Zhou Yan opened his eyes and spoke directly.

Then, he took the lead, walking straight towards the Sound Symbol Ancient Array.

Bai Ying and Wan Zichen were both shocked and immediately followed suit.

Void transformed, and Heaven and Earth underwent a huge change like the shifting of seas and fields.

Exiting the Sound Symbol Ancient Array, Zhou Yan, along with Wan Zichen, White Fox, and the others, directly appeared above the Void of a bustling continent.

The prosperity of this continent even exceeded the entire Water Domain.

The aura here was also extremely powerful.

With just a slight Sensing by Zhou Yan’s Soul Consciousness, he could detect quite a few Spiritualists in the Void Realm.

Fortunately, he did not sense any presence of the Life Tribulation Realm.

Zhou Yan stood in the Void. Beside him, streaks of lights whizzed past from time to time; some Cultivators traveled through the air with axes, and some with Flying Boats, but these Cultivators merely glanced at the White Fox next to Zhou Yan and then revealed a shocked expression in their eyes as they quickly avoided them.

"Master..."

The White Fox hesitated to say.

"Go south, to that big city."

Zhou Yan sensed again and his expression immediately turned cold before directly stimulating a remnant Fist Intent Energy with a golden Short Sword, and like instantaneous movement, suddenly appeared above the magnificent city.

Atop this huge city stood a tall tower. On the tower shone the ancient imprints and script of the Sword Dao—War Soul Hall Nine Heavens Battle Hall!

Upon arriving at this huge city, many Soul Consciousnesses sensed Zhou Yan’s presence, but his expression darkened, and he wrapped himself in Thunder Flame. In an instant, the Soul Consciousnesses of those Cultivators who sensed Zhou Yan’s aura were shocked by the Thunder Flame Aura and recoiled in terror.

Bai Ying, carrying Wan Zichen, appeared behind Zhou Yan like a servant, following with respect.

At this moment, when Wan Zichen witnessed Zhou Yan’s methods again, she initially thought that having reached the Sword Void First Transformation Realm, she would have closed the gap with Zhou Yan. But at this moment, she realized in horror that the gap between her and Zhou Yan was incomparable.

Because at this time, she couldn’t even sense Zhou Yan’s Cultivation.

"War Soul Hall, whoever’s in charge, come out!"

Zhou Yan bellowed, his voice thunderous, echoing in all directions.

Within the gigantic city, those Cultivators with lower strength immediately bled from all seven orifices.

"How dare you, insolent madman, to challenge the War Soul Hall!"

A voice like rolling thunder also came thundering over.

"Die!"

Zhou Yan said nothing further, and a terrifying Fist Intent that could shatter Heaven and Earth immediately condensed.

This was the powerful Fist Intent left by his Master!

With one punch, a Void-Breaking Punch, he struck out.

Heaven and Earth exploded, chaos flowed throughout the Void, and nearly half of the huge city collapsed, the giant tower instantly became ruins.

Countless Cultivators bathed in blood, fell out miserably.

Even more Cultivators were utterly annihilated.

Behind Zhou Yan, White Fox’s eyes went wide in shock, while Wan Zichen was stupefied.

This punch was simply a divine punch, seemingly unmatched!

Even the White Fox felt she couldn’t resist such a terrifying punch.

And Wan Zichen, at this moment, her heart trembled. She suddenly felt that Zhou Yan was definitely a King Yan, a peerless scourge.

In an instant, the city turned to ruins, at least nearly ten million Cultivators died a tragic death, and more Cultivators swarmed out in disbelief, staring at Zhou Yan with uncertainty.

In their eyes, a deep fear finally emerged.

Especially among them, some powerful beings who were at the Nine Changes Sword Void Realm, upon sensing that the White Fox, who was at the Sword Tribulation Realm, still knelt before Zhou Yan, their hearts grew even colder.

How... how had they provoked such a powerful force?!

"This... Senior, may I ask what wrongs our War Soul Hall has committed against you?"

A middle-aged man, bathed in blood, with half a destroyed body, flew out, extremely pathetic, and his eyes showed fear.

"The woman locked in the great hall, she is now on the verge of death. If she dies, everyone on this continent will die!"

Zhou Yan’s voice was ice-cold, with a flash of thunder in his eyes.

At these words, everyone’s faces underwent a drastic change.

The middle-aged man in charge was about to speak when Zhou Yan said, "Bai Ying, go and bring up the woman locked in the hall. As for the rest in the hall, not a single one is to be left alive. Capture whoever holds the whip."

"Yes, Master."

White Fox respectfully replied.

Her ’Master’ made the middle-aged man in the white garment in charge turn completely ashy, his complexion deathly pale.