Chapter 11: He Yan’s Death Shocks Everyone

At the summit of the Gujian Sect, dark clouds pressed down from above, and Demonic Qi spread across the sky like a vast sea, turning the entire heavens into a scene straight out of the apocalypse.

Holding the Demonic Sword, He Yan looked down at the people of the Gujian Sect below. His face was filled with endless madness, and the Demonic Sword in his hand let out wave after wave of ominous hums.

A crimson glow blazed in He Yan’s eyes. He swung the Demonic Sword through the air once more, and a dark red sword blade burst forth from it, seeking to destroy the entire mountain peak.

Below, Gu Jianfeng and the others from the Gujian Sect looked at the incoming attack, their faces full of despair.

Right then, a clear sword cry rang out, making Gu Jianfeng and the others tremble inwardly.

A thin green treasure sword, as delicate as a cicada’s wing, shot up from below the mountaintop, leaving behind a green rainbow across the sky as it tore through the Demonic Qi filling the heavens.

The green treasure sword spun halfway through the air before coming to a quiet stop in front of Gu Jianfeng and the others. As the blade trembled, a ripple of aftershock spread outward from it.

That bloody blade from the Demonic Sword vanished into nothingness beneath the ripple.

The scene fell silent. Everyone’s gaze remained fixed on that green sword, their faces filled with astonishment.

Among the crowd, Xiao Shan’s expression turned slightly unnatural, and his eyes flickered uncertainly.

“Who is it?!” He Yan’s eyes suddenly turned sharp as he swept his gaze across the surroundings and shouted.

At that moment, two figures slowly appeared on the mountaintop.

Leading them was a young man dressed in white. He had bright eyes, handsome features, and an extraordinary bearing. Every movement he made naturally exuded nobility.

Behind him stood a woman with icy grace and jade-like skin.

The two were none other than Chu Feng and Su Yanran.

“Yanran?” Gu Jianfeng recognized Su Yanran at a glance, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face.

He had no idea how Su Yanran had come here, nor did he know who the man standing before her was.

Su Yanran glanced at Gu Jianfeng. A trace of conflict flashed across her brows, but in the end, she chose to remain silent and simply stood behind Chu Feng.

“So it was you who made a move just now?” High in the air, He Yan stared at Chu Feng with a frown and asked in a deep voice.

He did not know whether it was only his imagination, but although this young man before him was not releasing even the slightest aura, the Demonic Sword in his hand was somehow radiating fear, its blade trembling uncontrollably.

As soon as He Yan finished speaking, the people of the Gujian Sect widened their eyes and stared at Chu Feng in disbelief.

He was the one who had neutralized He Yan’s attack just now?

He Yan was a late-stage Innate expert!

How old was this young man? How could that possibly be true?

The people of the Gujian Sect found it absurd and felt certain that He Yan had made a mistake.

Only Gu Jianfeng kept his eyes locked on Chu Feng, horrified to discover that he could not see through Chu Feng’s cultivation at all. His heart surged with shock.

Chu Feng raised his eyes and looked straight at He Yan in the sky. With a calm smile, he said, “That’s right. I was the one who made a move just now.”

He Yan stared at Chu Feng and fell silent for a moment.

“Your Excellency, this is a private matter between me and the Gujian Sect. I ask that you not interfere,” He Yan said in a low voice.

He had only just broken through the seal, and the Demonic Sword had not yet devoured enough blood. He did not want to make an enemy of Chu Feng at this moment and risk an accident.

“I cannot be bothered with whatever happened between you and the Gujian Sect,” Chu Feng said with a light chuckle. Then his tone shifted.

“But I cannot ignore the fact that you intend to feed the lives of innocent commoners to the Demonic Sword.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a chill surfaced in Chu Feng’s star-like eyes, and he waved his hand.

“Spring Chant”, which had been hovering motionless beside him, shone brilliantly. Like a streak of green thunder, it appeared before He Yan in an instant and thrust forward in an unhurried manner.

Seeing this, He Yan’s face changed drastically as though he were facing a great enemy, and he raised the Demonic Sword in defense.

The two divine weapons collided, and a ripple of aftershock exploded from the impact, shattering the Demonic Qi that filled the sky and allowing sunlight to shine upon the mountain peak once more.

The light on “Spring Chant”s blade did not diminish in the slightest. It was dazzling like a green sun.

By contrast, the Demonic Sword’s radiance became extremely dim, as though it were about to return to its previous pitch-black state.

At the sight of this, He Yan felt as though his heart were bleeding, and his expression turned frenzied.

“Blood Demon Transformation!”

Demonic Qi churned around He Yan as he spat out a mouthful of blood essence onto the Demonic Sword.

After absorbing the blood essence, the blade suddenly erupted with a strange red glow.

He Yan pushed his cultivation to the limit and controlled the Demonic Sword to unleash his strongest strike, sending “Spring Chant” flying back.

After resolving the crisis, He Yan did not press the attack. Instead, he turned and fled into the distance with the Demonic Sword in hand.

“Do not let him escape! If he gets away, countless lives will suffer!” Gu Jianfeng cried out in alarm.

“Escape?” Chu Feng sneered. Taking a casual step forward, he appeared directly in front of He Yan.

“You…!” He Yan’s pupils contracted, and his lips trembled.

Chu Feng waved his arm again, and a vast torrent of Spiritual Qi poured violently onto He Yan’s body.

He Yan plummeted from the sky like a cannonball and smashed into the ground, creating a crater a hundred meters wide.

Chu Feng’s figure flashed, and he appeared inside the crater. Casting an indifferent glance at the heavily wounded and unconscious He Yan, Chu Feng raised a finger, and a stream of force pierced through He Yan’s skull.

When the people of the Gujian Sect saw Chu Feng effortlessly kill a late-stage Innate expert, terror could not help but appear in their eyes.

Gu Jianfeng dismissed the others from the Gujian Sect and then brought Xiao Shan with him as he walked over to Chu Feng.

At that moment, Su Yanran stood behind Chu Feng, while Chu Feng himself was curiously examining the Demonic Sword in his hand.

“I am Gu Jianfeng. Greetings, S-Senior.”

“Thank you, Senior, for stepping in to help us today.” Gu Jianfeng bowed deeply to Chu Feng, his tone sincere.

Chu Feng ignored him and continued studying the Demonic Sword in his hand with interest.

The atmosphere turned silent.

Gu Jianfeng did not dare show the slightest displeasure and simply stood there quietly, waiting for Chu Feng to respond.

Su Yanran glanced at Gu Jianfeng. At this moment, the Nether-Scale Soul-Scattering Poison inside his body had already spread through his five viscera and six bowels. He did not have long to live.

A look of reluctance appeared in Su Yanran’s eyes. She wanted to ask Chu Feng to save him, but she did not dare disturb him.

Meanwhile, Xiao Shan’s feelings were the most complicated of all. Gu Jianfeng was clearly about to die, which meant he could finally become the Sect Master of the Gujian Sect as he had always dreamed.

Yet while he felt delighted, he was also terrified. Su Yanran of the Su family seemed to know this man. If this man decided to avenge her, then he would certainly not escape.

Xiao Shan stood uneasily behind Gu Jianfeng with his head lowered deeply, hoping that Chu Feng would not notice him.

Unfortunately for him, what he could never have imagined was that Chu Feng had come precisely for him.

After a long while, Chu Feng finally withdrew his gaze from the Demonic Sword and turned to look at Gu Jianfeng.

His brows furrowed slightly as he saw Gu Jianfeng’s condition. Chu Feng walked over and placed a hand on Gu Jianfeng’s shoulder.

Just as Gu Jianfeng was feeling confused, he suddenly sensed a stream of Spiritual Qi pouring into his body. It transformed into countless tiny currents and flowed into his five viscera and six bowels.

The Nether-Scale Soul-Scattering Poison that had long troubled him was directly wiped away by that overbearing Spiritual Qi.

Gu Jianfeng’s complexion gradually returned to normal, and his whole spirit lifted.

“Many thanks, Senior, for saving my life.” Gu Jianfeng, who had originally been doomed to die, became so emotional that he bowed to Chu Feng once again.

Chu Feng looked at him and blinked with a meaningful smile. “There is no need to thank me so quickly.”

“Ah?” Gu Jianfeng was stunned, his face full of confusion.

Just as Gu Jianfeng had no idea what Chu Feng meant, Chu Feng raised a hand and made a grasping motion through the air. Xiao Shan was immediately dragged over against his will.