Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 272 - 272 271 Extremely Evil Person

272: Chapter 271: Extremely Evil Person 272: Chapter 271: Extremely Evil Person The night was like a curtain, the lonely moon hanging high.

In the emptiness, a large number of Cultivators were flying through the sky, and every checkpoint across the million-li expanse of Haoxuan Mountain was guarded by Cultivators.

Among those rolling mountains, the lights were bright as countless Jiuhua Immortal Sect disciples searched for any sign of Li Jiangliu.

Jiuhua Peak.

Under the cover of night, Li Jiangliu stealthily moved forward, occasionally lying low in the dense grass to avoid the Cultivators flying above him.

Everyone fears death, and Li Jiangliu was no exception.

Li Jiangliu not only feared death, but he also wanted to live on because he knew this was his last chance.

Only by completing the task given to him by Ye Xuan could he truly start anew.

When Yin Cai’er’s saber pierced his heart, the former Li Jiangliu had already died.

Now, his heart harbored endless resentment and irrepressible anger.

Yet, throughout his journey, he constantly struggled with hesitation.

He could kill anyone, yet he just couldn’t bring himself to kill Yin Cai’er.

When Yin Cai’er’s saber had pierced his heart, he could have killed her then, but he truly couldn’t bring himself to do it and had no choice but to flee in despair.

Lost in confusion and after a long hesitation, Li Jiangliu agonized over his decision but still headed toward Jiuhua Peak.

Perhaps, seeing her again would allow him to make his final decision.

What must be confronted will be confronted in the end, Li Jiangliu knew he couldn’t escape.

Within him remained only two strains of Heavenly Immortal Power, the lethal gift bestowed by Ye Xuan.

In Jiuhua Peak, all were Inner Sect Disciples, each possessing an independent cave dwelling, forming the foundation of the Jiuhua Immortal Sect.

These dwellings were all built midway up the mountain; looking around, the dwellings stretched out in sequence.

When Li Jiangliu, like a climbing cat, entered one of these dwellings, a muffled groan was heard as Li Jiuyou quickly appeared and continued sneaking toward the next dwelling.

Li Jiangliu had never killed anyone before.

This was his first time, yet perhaps he was born for it.

When he personally slaughtered a fellow disciple who had once mocked and bullied him, his mind did not waver in the slightest.

Pu pu pu!

A Spirit Saber, its cold light piercing, a female disciple of Jiuhua Immortal Sect lay dead, her severed corpse’s eyes wide with reluctant horror gazing at Li Jiangliu, who felt no disturbance, instead experiencing a sense of exhilaration.

“Is this what killing feels like?”

Looking at the increasingly cold and rigid female corpse at his feet, Li Jiangliu murmured to himself, his eyes showing a hint of intoxication, as if savoring something.

Walking away without a ripple.

When slaughter becomes an instinct, when murder becomes a form of release, Li Jiangliu was undergoing a terrifying transformation.

This transformation was not of his Cultivation but of his spirit.

His aura faintly bore a semblance to the notorious figure Ye Xuan desired, the epitome of malevolence.

Evil through and through, unprincipled.

Ye Xuan needed such people because they could survive longer and serve his purposes.

Like a shadow in the night, Li Jiangliu stealthily moved through the cave dwellings of the Inner Sect Disciples.

With each step, someone he once knew met a grisly end by his hands.

The goodness of the past had long faded.

A sinister, vicious aura radiated around him until, soaked with fresh blood, he emerged from the last dwelling, his figure dark and silent.

“Yin Cai’er, let’s settle this once and for all.”

Li Jiangliu gazed toward Jiuhua Hall at the summit, transforming into a shadow as he stealthily ascended the peak.

Candlelight flickered, the bridal chamber awaited.

As the daughter of the Profound Immortal of Jiuhua, Yin Cai’er naturally held a lofty position within the Jiuhua Immortal Sect, while Yan Yunfei, as the chief disciple of the Jiuhua Immortal Sect, had an even more distinguished and prominent identity.

Today was their wedding day, the perfect moment in spring that was worth its weight in gold, and the bridal room adorned with candles was the favorite setting for men and women alike.

However, the appearance of Li Jiangliu disrupted this perfect moment.

Yan Yunfei’s face was pale, as he sat cross-legged on the bed trying to heal his wounds, while Yin Cai’er periodically wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, her stunning face filled with distress.

“Huff!”

A cloudy breath was forcefully expelled, and Yan Yunfei slowly opened his eyes, his voice somber, “This waste has such a strong cultivation; I nearly died by his hand.”

“Brother Yunfei, his heart chamber was pierced through by Cai’er; he cannot live long.

Furthermore, father is leading the elders to search for his body.

Do not be upset,” Yin Cai’er softly consoled him.

Warming at his beloved wife’s side, Yan Yunfei embraced Yin Cai’er, his tone slightly apologetic, “Today was supposed to be our wedding night, but I have sustained serious injuries; it has been tough on you, Cai’er.”

Yin Cai’er, content in Yan Yunfei’s arms, traced circles on his chest with her delicate hands and softly replied, “Brother Yunfei, don’t say that.

As long as you are by Cai’er’s side, I am more than content.”

Clap, clap, clap!

Suddenly, a burst of applause rang out, immediately causing the couple’s faces to change.

“Who’s there?

Come out,” Yan Yunfei said coldly.

“Truly a scene of conjugal bliss,” Li Jiangliu remarked calmly, stepping out from the shadows, his gaze towards the couple extremely serene.

“Is…

is it you?”

The couple exclaimed in shock as they had never expected that Li Jiangliu, having his heart chamber pierced by a saber, would not be dead but instead appear in their marital room.

Swoosh!

The flash of the blade was cold and harsh; before Yan Yunfei could react, his arm was severed by Li Jiangliu, the pain of the amputation causing him to scream in agony.

“Brother!” Yin Cai’er screamed in terror at the sight.

Step—step—step.

Li Jiangliu’s expression remained calm, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he walked towards the couple, Spirit Saber in hand.

“Brother, let it all be my fault; if you must kill, kill me but do not harm Brother Yunfei,” Yin Cai’er, tears in her eyes, knelt directly before Li Jiangliu, choking on her pleas.

Slap!

Suddenly, a loud slap sounded; Li Jiangliu sent Yin Cai’er flying with a slap, her fair cheek now bearing the red marks of five fingers, with trickles of blood emerging from the corner of her mouth.

At that moment, Yin Cai’er was completely dazed; she covered her cheek and stared blankly at Li Jiangliu, unable to believe that this disciple, who had long been infatuated with her, could cruelly strike her.

“Li Jiangliu, you scum, pick on me if you dare, and do not harm Cai’er,” Yan Yunfei clenched his fists, his eyes now a blazing red as he looked at Li Jiangliu.

“In times of great peril, birds in the same forest fly separately.”