Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 531 - 529: Leave No Survivors

"Tsk, tsk. It’s a marvel you made it to Wutie Town alive!"

Upon hearing that Luo Feng and Yue Haitang had come from the direction of the Flowing Cloud Region, several nearby martial artists looked shocked.

"What’s the matter?" Yue Haitang was also confused.

The steward behind the counter caught his breath and said, "It seems you don’t know yet. In the last two days, a major event occurred near Wutie Town. Yesterday, someone found the body of Xue Jiuyou, the Bloodthirsty Demon General of the Blood Demon Sect, in the wasteland five hundred miles south of Wutie Town!"

Luo Feng was startled. He didn’t expect that Xue Jiuyou’s body would be discovered so quickly.

"The Bloodthirsty Demon General, Xue Jiuyou—he was killed?" Yue Haitang asked, his face etched with surprise.

He, too, had naturally heard of the infamous Bloodthirsty Demon General. The last time, during the Xinjie Congress, Xue Jiuyou had encountered Su Xiaokang—the Azure Cloud Flying Dragon and one of the Ten Newly-emerged Dragons—and had escaped unscathed. It was incredible that he would now be found dead outside Wutie Town.

"Indeed!" A square-faced martial artist stepped forward, seemingly intending to frighten Luo Feng and Yue Haitang, and laughed grimly, "Not only that, but several other bodies were found nearby, all belonging to people from the Four Great Territories, including even some Spiritual Rotation Realm experts. All of them had been killed by Xue Jiuyou’s Ten Thousand Illusion Blood!"

"For you two to have reached Wutie Town safely, that’s just pure damn luck..."

Several other martial artists nearby chuckled, eager to see frightened expressions on Luo Feng and Yue Haitang.

To their disappointment, upon hearing Xue Jiuyou’s notorious name, Yue Haitang showed no fear, instead asking curiously, "Who killed him?"

As for Luo Feng, he seemed to not even be listening to their discussion. Apparently, the news of him killing Xue Jiuyou hadn’t leaked out.

"What the hell..." Seeing their calm demeanor, the square-faced martial artist muttered, "I don’t know about that. All I know is that Xue Jiuyou was killed by a saber man face-to-face, and it was a single clean cut that decapitated him!"

The square-faced martial artist’s voice was filled with reverence. Anyone capable of killing Xue Jiuyou with a single saber strike was no ordinary person—someone he could never aspire to become in his lifetime.

"I wonder why that senior didn’t leave his name. Someone with the power to kill the notorious Xue Jiuyou would certainly make a name for themselves in the rtiad," someone sighed.

"That’s where you’re mistaken. Anyone capable of killing Xue Jiuyou is definitely someone extraordinary. Why would they care for such empty fame?"

"That makes sense."

The martial artists present began to speculate about the identity of the mysterious expert who had killed Xue Jiuyou.

The square-faced martial artist suddenly looked towards the middle-aged steward behind the counter and asked, "Steward Feng, do you know the identity of the person who killed Xue Jiuyou?"

The middle-aged steward shook his head. "None of the renowned saber men from the Four Great Territories have been to Wutie Town recently, and the killer left very few clues. We have no leads."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked somewhat disappointed.

"A saber man..." Yue Haitang frowned slightly. Seeing Luo Feng standing beside him looking nonchalant, he couldn’t help but tease, "Luo Feng, aren’t you curious about who killed Xue Jiuyou?"

"Of course, I’m curious. But if the Martial Artists Hall has no clues, curiosity is pointless." Luo Feng touched his nose, worried Yue Haitang might notice something, and said, "Didn’t you want to buy a sword? Let’s go."

Without further comment, Luo Feng turned and walked towards the exit of the Martial Artists Hall. Since the Headmaster and Bing Ruolan had already left Wutie Town, he too needed to hurry to Sky Mountain.

Yue Haitang watched Luo Feng’s receding figure, his expression thoughtful. For some reason, upon hearing that Xue Jiuyou had been killed by a saber man, the first person who came to Yue Haitang’s mind was Luo Feng.

Could it really be him?

Recalling the almost supernatural power of the saber strike Luo Feng had used to kill Xin Chong, Yue Haitang pressed his lips together, then immediately shook his head.

What am I thinking? Xue Jiuyou’s strength surpassed the Fifth Layer of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. No matter how powerful Luo Feng’s saber technique is, he couldn’t possibly be a match for him...

Yue Haitang lightly tapped his forehead. Looks like I really was drunk last night; I haven’t even sobered up yet.

Thinking about what had happened the previous night, Yue Haitang blushed faintly. Seeing that Luo Feng hadn’t noticed, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly caught up.

「The Wushan Restaurant.」

In a luxurious private room, sunlight poured in through the window, illuminating a young figure standing beside it. He was seventeen or eighteen years old, with a face as handsome as jade and a tall, slender figure. He wore a battle robe adorned with purple cloud patterns and held a jade fan. His entire being exuded an air of pampered affluence, and his half-closed eyes held a cold gleam that made one uneasy, like a viper’s.

Several items of women’s clothing lay scattered on the floor of the room, and on the bed, a curvaceous woman with disheveled hair lay sound asleep.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Young Master!"

The sound of knocking echoed from outside the private room.

Upon hearing this, the youth spoke, "Enter."

The door to the private room was opened and then immediately closed. Two martial artists in brocade robes walked in and knelt three steps before the young man.

"I instructed you to go to the Martial Artists Hall and gather information about young, promising talents in the Four Great Territories worth recruiting. How is the progress?" The youth, exuding an air of nobility, walked over to a nearby table, sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and began to speak slowly.

The two brocade-clad martial artists exchanged a glance, and one of them said, "Young Master, we’ve found the Sword Heart Heaven Jade!"

SMASH!

The teacup in the youth’s hand slipped and shattered on the floor. His gaze, sharp as a knife, fixed on the two men in the room. "What did you say? The Sword Heart Heaven Jade—in whose hands is it?"

"Young Master..." The sound of the shattered teacup awoke the beautiful woman on the bed.

She opened her eyes and looked at the youth. As she stirred and began to sit up, the silken covers slipped from her enticing body, revealing a large expanse of dazzlingly white skin. The two brocade-clad martial artists swallowed hard and quickly lowered their gazes, not daring to look further.

The woman tidied her tousled hair. Her seductive eyes looked at the youth, and her red lips curved into an alluring smile. "Young Master, you retired so late last night. Why are you up so..."

WHOOSH!

A streak of green Qi Force suddenly shot out, cutting her words short.

A bloody hole the size of a thumb appeared on her forehead, with fresh blood trickling down.

"Young..." Her beautiful eyes wide with shock, the woman fell back onto the bed, her pretty face a mask of disbelief.

Even at the moment of death, she couldn’t understand why the youth, with whom she had shared such intimacy just the night before, would suddenly strike her down so ruthlessly.

"Your only fault was waking up at the wrong time and hearing something you shouldn’t have," the youth snorted coldly, no longer looking at the woman. He then turned to the two brocade-clad martial artists. "Tell me exactly what happened. Speak."

The two brocade-clad martial artists glanced at the woman’s corpse, took a deep breath, and said, "Young Master, we chanced upon Yue Haitang at the Martial Artists Hall. The Sword Heart Heaven Jade is in his possession."

"Yue Haitang! So that’s it. It seems that before his mother left all those years ago, she must have passed the Sword Heart Heaven Jade to him." The youth nodded, his eyes filled with realization.

BANG!

He slammed his palm on the table, his expression excited as he gave a savage grin. "Excellent! If I can obtain the Sword Heart Heaven Jade and the inheritance within it, our Yi Family will no longer have to defer to others!"

Hearing the youth’s words, the bodies of the two brocade-clad martial artists trembled violently. One asked, "Young Master, are you implying...?"

The youth waved his hand, a murderous glint in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Seize the Sword Heart Heaven Jade. Eliminate everyone who knows about this. Leave no one alive."

"Yes!" The two brocade-clad martial artists nodded.

The youth pondered for a moment, then asked, "Yue Haitang is now the First Young Master of Red Maple Ridge; his strength is not to be underestimated. Who else is with him?"

"Yue Haitang only has a teenage saber man with him, merely fifteen or sixteen years old. He’s nothing to fear. Faced with us two brothers, they’ll have no power to resist." The brocade-clad martial artist spoke with utmost confidence; both he and his companion were martial artists at the Second Layer of the Spiritual Rotation Realm.

The youth’s cold gaze flickered slightly as he said, "Don’t be careless. Su Xiaokang of the Su Family is nearby. If he becomes aware of this, it will be quite troublesome. Don’t act rashly. Wait until those two are far from Wutie Town before you make your move. Remember, you absolutely must not reveal your identities."

"Rest assured, Young Master. This time, they won’t escape even if they sprout wings!"

"Good. If this matter is handled properly, I will reward you handsomely. You may leave. Make absolutely sure you don’t lose them."

The youth waved them away. After the two brocade-clad martial artists had left, he grinned and muttered to himself, "Sword Heart Heaven Jade... Sword Heart Heaven Jade... I didn’t expect to make such a huge gain from this trip to Wutie Town!"

「...」

Luo Feng and Yue Haitang exited the Martial Artists Hall and headed towards Wutie Town’s martial artist market.

Wutie Town was a gathering place for martial artists from the Four Great Territories. As a trading hub for martial artists, its martial artist market was naturally extraordinary.

Upon arriving at the martial artist market, Luo Feng was utterly astounded.

Before him was a street wide enough for five or six horse-drawn carriages to travel abreast, flanked by rows of tall, imposing buildings. Weapon shops, apothecary shops... every kind of establishment imaginable was present.

Walking amidst the throng of martial artists, Luo Feng remarked, "This place is truly bustling."

Yue Haitang’s eyes curved slightly as he smiled. "Naturally. Wutie Town’s martial artist market is among the best in the Four Great Territories. You can even buy specialties from other domains here, like that Recording Stone you saw earlier."

Luo Feng looked at Yue Haitang’s sword and asked, "Your sword is a Grade One Spirit Weapon, right? What kind of sword are you planning to buy this time?"

"A Grade One Spirit Weapon can no longer bring out my full potential. I’m thinking of buying a Grade Two Spirit Weapon," Yue Haitang replied.

Luo Feng’s eyes flickered. A Grade Two Spirit Weapon was valued at tens of thousands, or even over a hundred thousand, gold taels—a considerable fortune. Yet Yue Haitang spoke of it without so much as batting an eyelid.

He even possesses a treasure like the Lingxi Yuan Jade; what’s a mere Grade Two Spirit Sword in comparison...

Remembering Yue Haitang’s jade pendant from before, Luo Feng shook his head with a smile.

"The Linbao Pavilion ahead is the largest weapons emporium in Wutie Town. Let’s go take a look," Yue Haitang said, pointing to an ancient-looking structure ahead.

"Okay." Luo Feng walked with Yue Haitang towards the ancient building.

They walked another thirty-four paces and arrived before the building.

At the entrance of the building stood a three-legged bronze cauldron, as tall as three or four men. It was purplish-black and intricately carved with various ferocious beasts that seemed almost alive. Its fierce and imposing aura was enough to astound any observer.

Luo Feng, with his powerful Soul Power, could sense that this giant, three-legged beast cauldron could actually suppress a person’s spirit. Lesser troublemakers who reached the entrance would likely not even dare to step inside.

Gazing at the bronze cauldron, Luo Feng’s interest in this Linbao Pavilion grew.