The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 425 - 415 Sword Embryo

Yuxuan was worried that Zhen Li would become a peach blossom, but there was very little he could do by then.

Seeing Zhen Li’s indifference, Yuxuan could only let out a sigh.

"It’s getting late. You should go back and rest. If you see your eldest senior brother, tell him to come to see me."

"Yes."

Zhen Li obediently left. Behind her, Yuxuan calculated a bit with his fingers and eventually let out a sigh.

There were things he couldn’t deduce, but he could calculate some simple things.

He couldn’t tell if what he wanted to do would succeed, but he could infer his success or failure through some related events.

Though not entirely accurate, it was close enough.

What he just calculated was the master-disciple bond between him and Zhen Li.

Little did Zhen Li know that their parting just now was the last time she would see her master.

That night, as expected, a heavy rain poured down. With his last strike, Yuquan split the massive rocks of Sword Pointing Peak and, looking up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, he slowly said, "This matter is over. From here on, you are on your own."

Ultimately, he became the very person he loathed the most.

But the reason he looked up was simply because he didn’t want to see those who considered themselves innocent.

Yuquan didn’t feel much sympathy for those who were crushed to death. The cause of the matter was their own spell battle, which had damaged Sword Pointing Peak. The people of Taiqing Daoist Temple didn’t pursue the matter and even tried their best to rescue afterwards, which could be considered quite benevolent and righteous.

Moreover, life and death are predestined. Those who were killed by Sword Pointing Peak had simply met the end of their fates, and it was no one else’s fault.

Yuquan had no desire to stay there. The cleanup wasn’t his job to handle. Having done what he needed to do, he drifted away.

As Yuquan walked for a while, the rain grew heavier, and the disciples of Taiqing Daoist Temple also retreated.

At this time, a black-robed elder couldn’t help but speak disdainfully, "What’s so impressive about him? It’s all just because he has a powerful senior brother."

The black-robed elder, known as the Sanjue Hermit, was also a master of the Celestial Knowing Realm. He felt he had some status in the martial world, and although he wasn’t qualified to challenge major sects of the Righteous Path, he still considered himself a prominent figure among loose cultivators.

Upon hearing his words, some who wished to flatter him quickly chimed in: "Exactly, the people from Taiqing Daoist Temple never take others seriously. I don’t know what those arrogant priests have to be proud of. The senior here is a hero in his own right, and yet they don’t even come to pay their respects. It’s truly disrespectful."

Loose cultivators are a proud bunch, always feeling they are above others. They think joining a major sect is too restrictive and prefer the freedom of being a lone cultivator or joining a small sect.

Among them, many indeed have the talent to attract major sects, but most don’t qualify to be taken into the seven great sects’ fold.

Many unyielding and rebellious characters live among loose cultivators. They claim to be neither wholly righteous nor evil, but in truth, they are lawless rogues who nonetheless care about their reputation and don’t want to be accused of great malice.

Pursuing personal vendettas and acting on one’s whims—most of the time people don’t act on reason, and might makes right.

The Sanjue Hermit knew this full well, which is why he dared to grumble only in private, releasing a bit of frustration or putting on airs in front of others.

But buoyed by those sycophantic words, he felt somewhat bothered. He was just a mere cultivator of the Celestial Knowing Realm, and anyone from the Taiqing Daoist Temple, especially an Elder, could overpower him without much effort—with at least fifty Elders treating him like a plaything.

If he acted too proudly and his words reached the ears of someone from Taiqing Daoist Temple, being targeted would spell trouble.

But at that moment, he couldn’t just show weakness, so he quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, who was that brat who sent the sword flying into the sky? The scene was too chaotic before, and I didn’t see clearly."

Hearing the Sanjue Hermit’s question, the cultivators around looked at each other in confusion.

They hadn’t seen who sent the sword into the sky either. There were many involved in the spell battle, and the chaos was intense. They didn’t know who was fighting whom when suddenly a sword shot up into the sky, and then Sword Pointing Peak came crashing down.

Those who survived were cursing their fate, while those who died, naturally, had no chance to curse.

Now, with the Sanjue Hermit raising this question, it seemed that there was more to the story?

"Look quickly, what is that?"

Upon hearing the commotion, everyone looked around and then saw the remnants of Sword Pointing Peak amid the rain.

The massive rock, split by Yuquan into several pieces, revealed something extraordinary under the washing of the rain.

When the rain fell on it, it didn’t wet the stone but turned into mist, and the mist dissipated in the rain, keeping the rock shrouded in a hazy fog.

Only this piece of rock was unusual—could it be a treasure?

This was the collective thought of the cultivators present. The Sanjue Hermit reacted swiftly, making a move to snatch the rock. As he made his move, he was blocked by another person.

This turned out to be another prominent loose cultivator named the Five Spirits Sage, with the Taoist name Hong Guang.

"Why do you block me?"

The Sanjue Hermit was furious. Competition among loose cultivators was fierce, and when it came to treasures, no one gave in an inch. Now, being blocked warranted a fight.

"Treasures that have no owner should go to the person of virtue. Do you, Sanjue, believe that the item is already in your possession?"

Hong Guang said with a sarcastic smile.

With those words out, there was nothing left but to let actions speak for themselves.

The loose cultivators present weren’t the only ones at the Celestial Knowing Realm. As the two began to clash, a sneaky figure appeared beside the massive rock, ready to hoist it and run. As soon as he touched the rock, he revealed himself. The Sanjue Hermit and the Five Spirits Sage both stopped their attack and simultaneously struck at the thief.

The person was slick and ditched the rock to escape, causing the attacks from both the Sanjue Hermit and Five Spirits Sage to land on the rock instead.

The outer shell of the rock shattered instantly, revealing what was inside.

"This...it’s actually a Sword Embryo!"

"Even not yet formed, it already possesses such Sword Qi. If it takes shape, it’s likely to be an Immortal Sword by nature."

Even experienced Loose Cultivators had never encountered such a thing and had never even heard of it.

A Sword Embryo is something that Cultivators would produce while refining artifacts. It takes a good Sword Embryo to forge a fine Spirit Sword.

Currently, Cultivators are unable to forge Immortal Swords, so Spirit Swords are considered the best quality available.

The Sword Embryos forged by Cultivators are merely this.

However, this particular Sword Embryo is obviously not yet shaped, but it already contains both Sword Intent and Sword Qi within it.

The Cultivators couldn’t help but wonder, how could there be a Sword Embryo inside this boulder?

Upon thinking of this, considering Sword Pointing Peak has existed for an unknown number of years, people boldly assumed that this Sword Embryo was either a treasure left by immortals from ancient times or a naturally formed Sword Embryo. Either option testifies to the tremendous value of this thing.

Even if not fully formed, taking this Sword Embryo to a high-level Artifact Refining master would easily forge an exceptional Spirit Sword.

With some luck, a Immortal Sword might even be possible.

For Loose Cultivators, an Immortal Artifact is definitely worth risking their lives for.

Both the Five Spirits Sage and the Sanjue Hermit had their eyes turn red; they rushed forward to seize the treasure, and even some Cultivators with lower cultivation levels began to harbor ambitions.

The chaotic fight began once more.

At Taiqing Mountain, Lin Yun, who was engrossed in his cultivation, suddenly heard a loud noise.

He leaped off the large tree he had temporarily stationed himself in and looked in the direction of the sound.

The noise was coming from Shangqing Mountain, and it seemed there was some disturbance there.

Lin Yun felt a sudden urge and, using the Lightning Motion Technique, hurriedly ran towards the foot of the mountain. He had just prepared to go to Shangqing Mountain when he saw a surging torrent of water.

Well, this rain had caused a landslide.

Lin Yun quickly dodged, knowing that even with his not insignificant cultivation level, he could only temporarily retreat in the face of this natural force.

In that tumultuous torrent, Lin Yun also spotted some familiar objects.

The several pillars of Holding Sky Rock.

Mixed within the torrent, the huge rocks were particularly noticeable, and the inscriptions on them only confirmed this.

Lin Yun hadn’t seen wrong.

The landslide had caused Holding Sky Rock to fall.

This...

Seemed a bit too coincidental.

Yuqing Mountain’s Sword Pointing Peak had been chopped down, and Shangqing Mountain’s Holding Sky Rock had fallen due to a landslide.

In one day, two significant landmarks were destroyed.

Even if it seemed reasonable, Lin Yun still found it hard to believe.

"One such event happening could be a coincidence, but two? Whoever’s doing this, why not be straightforward and just wipe out Thousand Thread Waterfall while you’re at it?"

Lin Yun internally ridiculed the situation but didn’t stop moving, heading straight for Taiqing Mountain. Before he even reached the base of the mountain, he saw floodwaters pouring down from Taiqing Mountain.

What a situation—I’ve encountered a deluge on the mountain?

Lin Yun criticized the absurdity of it with a bewildered expression, feeling numb at this point.

I was only joking!

With mudslides and landslides happening at Shangqing Mountain, and Taiqing Mountain facing a direct torrential outpour, Lin Yun had no choice but to run towards Yuqing Mountain.

Fortunately, Yuqing Mountain didn’t have any particular disturbances, just a rather heavy scent of blood.

Following the smell, Lin Yun climbed the mountain and upon reaching the Yuqing Platform, he saw bodies everywhere.

Innards and severed limbs were scattered all around, causing Lin Yun to feel nauseous. He had seen Cultivators fight before, but he had never witnessed a scene as gruesome as this.

Bodies lay everywhere, and not a single living person could be found. Lin Yun cautiously drew out Qiaobian and the Thunderclap Sword. With two Divine Artifacts in hand, his courage increased slightly.

The stench of blood was disturbing, and inside he felt restless, wanting to cut something to vent his frustration. But Lin Yun suppressed the impulse. With the Thunderclap Sword in hand, he held his breath and began to investigate the area around the Yuqing Platform.

The scene resembled that of Pearl Island.

Both had horrifically tragic deaths.

Could it be that the Demon Race was up to something again?

Lin Yun thought it was likely, considering that the struggle for power in the Central Plains involved, and the Demon Race would surely prefer to stir the situation into as much chaos as possible.

As he walked, Lin Yun finally sensed something.

Turning in the direction of his intuition, he saw an old man in a black robe, cradling a rock emanating Sword Qi.

The black-robed old man had a large hole in his chest, yet his face was filled with a smile.

Here, there didn’t seem to be a single survivor...