Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao-Chapter 152 - 049 Ghost Rain Sword Soul

It’s not that other women’s eyes aren’t beautiful, but this woman’s eyes are so transcendently beautiful that they surpass all others.

And this beauty starkly contrasts with her zombie-like face, making one feel all the more that this woman must be a person of extreme eeriness.

Zhou Yan experienced a moment of astonishment, then calmly stared into these eyes and smiled, "Indeed, given my flame ability, something like Heavenly Destiny Tea would, at most, add a bit of pure cultivation energy.

As for whether there is a problem here, truth be told, I have never truly cared from start to finish.

That’s because I am confident that no matter what tricks are played here, none can affect me.

I can confidently say that in Ancient Tomb Mountain, I am already invincible."

Zhou Yan said this with a faint smile, but his words not only sent shivers down Yang Wufeng’s spine, even the green-clothed woman couldn’t help but be slightly astonished.

Yang Wufeng’s expression fluctuated uncertainly, then, as if in disbelief, he made a move directly at Zhou Yan.

He seized the opportunity and when he struck, he did not hold back, unleashing the strongest black Sword Soul.

Though he was aged and the majority of his vitality energy had been drained, his cultivation had not fallen. Within the dark Sword Soul, he had already condensed many formidable things.

This strike, that had mastered the essence of being swift, precise, and fierce, was the very one that had previously and directly killed Li Qiyun with a clean cut!

And now, his strike was even more charged with tremendous vitality energy, executing the essence of the Tao’s lethal intent.

But Zhou Yan did not truly act. Now, he was nearly at the Sword Spirit Realm, and his combat power easily broke through five, which meant he could match the strength of Sword Soul Realm Second Layer Heaven to Third Layer Heaven experts.

Yang Wufeng certainly had decent strength, merely near perfection of Sword Soul First Layer Heaven, hardly worth Zhou Yan’s effort.

He simply used an ancient Sword Intent to guard himself.

"Buzz~"

A muffled sound of collision echoed, Yang Wufeng’s body suddenly trembled, then he spurted a mouthful of blood and staggered back more than ten steps.

His strongest strike could not even shake Zhou Yan’s aura!

This scene deeply shocked him.

His aged body trembled, and the sword in his hand dropped to the ground with a clang.

For a Sword Cultivator to drop their sword, it showed just how powerful the backlash from this strike was to him!

"It seems that he has awakened and now regrets his actions, but unfortunately, it is too late."

The green-clothed woman said calmly.

"Is that so?"

Yang Wufeng suddenly let out a strange laugh. The moment he dropped his sword, he even appeared somewhat dazed, but the next moment, a black statue suddenly appeared in his hand and, with extreme speed, aimed not at Zhou Yan but at the green-clothed woman beside him.

This change seemed quite abrupt.

And that green-clothed woman, about to be crushed instantly by this bizarre statue just like Xia Wenjing was, did not defend or dodge, just like Zhou Yan.

She simply furrowed her brow slightly, then swung out her hand with a slap!

Her move was clearly much slower than Yang Wufeng’s, yet before the statue reached her, Yang Wufeng’s body suddenly froze, his head exploded, and he was forcefully smashed back into his neck.

His entire head, as if a metal orb forced into a pit of mud, was pressed into his chest, and with it, the brutal force also shattered his ribcage outward.

His ribcage exploded open, revealing inside a series of worm-like, wrinkled faces dyed red with blood.

This face, appearing in his abdomen, with eyes bulging out, the depth of terror within them did not fade immediately.

...

This beautiful, delicate hand, when unleashed, was so brutal and ruthless, truly startling.

But Zhou Yan acted as if he hadn’t seen it.

Cultivators die every day, especially here, where the Taiyin Talisman Scripture appeared, death was even more rampant.

Numerous cultivators died horrific deaths along the way, Zhou Yan had seen too much, and his nerves had long been numbed.

At this time, the fear in Yang Wufeng’s pupils slowly dissipated, his eyes gradually lost their luster, and the veins that seemed ready to burst on his body began to relax.

He died just like that.

The genius who, twenty years ago, could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Zhou Yan’s father, Zhou Wangchen, had met such a fate today.

Zhou Yan didn’t know how Yang Qingtan would feel when he found out that his father had met with such a tragic end.

The past he knew was bound to be the unreal narratives of rumors.

And the real truth was often cruel.

"You really shouldn’t have vied for the Taiyin Talisman Scripture, an object not meant for trash to covet. So, even if I don’t kill you, you would still die at the hands of other cultivators."

The woman spoke these words softly, seemingly filled with regret and lamentation, as if she were a kind person.

Zhou Yan’s gaze flickered, then shifted to her face as he said, "Indeed, trash doesn’t have the right to even think about the Taiyin Talisman Scripture."

"Yes, but with this man dead, the Taiyin Talisman Scripture and the Memory Crystal Stone of the Sword Illusion Realm must now be on Li Qiyun," the green-clothed woman said with a light laugh.

"I am."

Zhou Yan nodded affirmatively in response.

"That’s good."

The green-clothed woman nodded, and then her beautiful, starry eyes fell upon Zhou Yan, "When you condensed ancient Sword Intent to achieve Sword Spirit, whose teaching was that sword strike that regarded the common people like ants? It seems that with that sword strike, you could kill a practitioner at the Sword Soul Third Layer Heaven.

So, if we calculate it that way, your strength has already broken through six."

"Does that matter? You only need to know that I have the ability to kill you, and that’s enough."

Zhou Yan met the woman’s gaze, his tone unhurried.

Upon hearing this, the green-clothed woman fell silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.

That giggling sound was indeed very beautiful, like the joyful laughter of a lovely little girl, flawless.

But to Zhou Yan, that laughter was indeed a bit terrifying.

This was a malevolent and ruthless woman.

"Honestly, I really want to test the power of that sword, to see where my ’Only I Am Supreme’ Sword Soul Path falls short."

A boundless rosy light burst forth in the captivating eyes of the woman, within which a cold, ominous aura faintly lurked.

"So you are the number one person of the Da Li Family, Ghost Rain Sword Soul—True Man Lee Xinyu. I didn’t expect that twenty years later, you would also come out."

Zhou Yan sighed, realizing the talents of the previous generation were making their appearance, signaling that chaos in the Heaven and Earth would only worsen.

The path of cultivators would undoubtedly become even more cruel.

"Yes, but, most people who remember my name are already dead. The fact that you know of me too, I consider it quite an honor."

The green-clothed woman Lee Xinyu said in a delicate voice.

Only now did Zhou Yan realize that this woman’s voice was also very pleasant.

It seemed that whenever she deliberately showcased one aspect of herself, that aspect was far superior to ordinary people.

"You said that the ’Taiyin Talisman Scripture’ is on the body of that dead person, Qi Yun. What if I were to take it, then what?"

"You too would become a dead person."

Zhou Yan said to the woman, his tone growing colder.

"I really do want to try, but I know that the words of Zhou Yan Spirit are never boastful, so I am unwilling to take that risk."

This green-clothed individual seemed to hold considerable wariness towards Zhou Yan, not making an actual move to steal.

"It seems there is a reason you’ve lived up until now."

Zhou Yan nodded.

"This item may not be as beneficial to you as you imagine. Your Sword Dao is unique, why cling to this ’Taiyin Talisman Scripture’? How about you give it to me, and I’ll offer a price that tempts you?"

The green-clothed woman had started speaking in a negotiating tone.

She was eager to take action, but after seeing the black Broken Worry Sword hanging at Zhou Yan’s waist and feeling the terrible ancient energy within him, she temporarily suppressed that urge.

"What price can you offer?"

Zhou Yan countered.

"For example, a Sword Soul weapon!"

The green-clothed woman said softly.

This statement was enough to move any sword cultivator, yet Zhou Yan remained unimpressed.

"In terms of value, this Sword Soul sword would be far more beneficial than the ’Taiyin Talisman Scripture’ for both you and me over a long period. However, if it truly surpasses in value, why would you make such a losing deal?"

Zhou Yan frowned.

"I am such a person; the more unobtainable something is, the more I will use all means to get it, including the man I desire!

Only, aside from Zhou Lingzhe, there are no other men at present for whom I harbor the desire to say a few more words."

The green-clothed woman did not hide her feelings, revealing her own thoughts.

Zhou Yan pondered for a moment, then said, "Unfortunately, I share the same personality."

The green-clothed woman replied coldly, "So you’re refusing?"

"If I agreed, then not only would you lose everything, but you would also fall into my hands."

Zhou Yan glanced at the green-clothed woman; his words carried an indescribable pride.

It was an unruly demeanor, as well as a natural haughtiness, as though from beginning to end, he never considered the green-clothed woman’s abilities worthy of his attention.

True Man Lee Xinyu’s expression turned unsightly at that moment. Despite wearing a mask as stiff as that of a zombie’s, she couldn’t conceal her annoyance.

Standing still, she finally said, "In that case, I offer you all the secrets you need to know. I just need a copy of this ’Taiyin Talisman Scripture’, how about that?

If not, then you and I will have a great battle, triggering the start of the Ancient Sacrifice ritual of the Heavenly Destiny Tea Tree, and both you and I will perish along our Dao!

And by then, that Holy Daughter you admire will also meet a tragic fate!"