Supreme Swordsman of the Nine Heavens

Let’s Find Out Who Reigns Supreme

“Impossible! You’re bluffing!” Sha Yan refused to believe Mu Yu had surpassed him in cultivation within merely two years, when he had cultivated for a decade and was considered to have outstanding potential. “You must’ve used some sort of trick to bluff me, but I won’t be fooled!”

Sha Yan tried to remain calm as he swung a sword qi breaker with a sword slash. Mu Yu flipped his hand over, sending Shadow Splitter Sword at the qi breaker, spinning. Mu Yu’s straightforward counter sent Sha Yan’s sword whizzing away, while the his sword continued toward Sha Yan at the same speed.

“Jiuhua Shield Qi Technique!”

Sha Yan used hand gestures to collect spiritual energy in front of his chest, producing a beam of red shield qi. The flashing shield deflected Mu Yu’s flying sword’s relentless assault.

Mu Yu unleashed Roiling Qi and Dust, cloning his spinning sword. The two flying swords balanced each other. Mu Yu fired energy from the sword tips, sending the shield into disarray until he burst through. Mu Yu plunged a sword into each of Sha Yan’s shoulders. Before Sha Yan could process the pain, Mu Yu drove another sword qi into his chest. Like a geyser, he spat out blood as he flew back into Welcoming Deities Chair and snapping it with his fall!

Sha Yan’s attempt to crawl to his feet was cut short when Mu Yu stabbed his sword into the bluestone flooring right next to Sha Ya’s neck. Budge and an artery would’ve painted the bluestone into redstone.

Mu Yu, still standing in the same place, held another Shadow Splitting Sword in hand. From the perspective of the untrained eye, the fight only lasted for a split second and ended in Sha Yan’s defeat without Mu Yu having to lift a finger. How Mu Yu had two copies of the identical sword was inconceivable to them. It was clear Mu Yu completely dominated Sha Yan.

Village Chief Bu was moved to tears when he saw how strong Mu Yu had grown. It didn’t matter which sect the boy belonged to anymore. It was no longer a big deal Waterstream Village seldom produced immortal masters if they were going to be dominant.

“First, kowtow to my grandpa and acknowledge your faults. Second, drink the basin of water,” softly commanded Mu Yu, scaring the living daylights out of Sha Yan.

Sha Yan, dumbstruck, inquired, “How many years have you been cultivating?”

“Two years.”

If verbal face slaps existed, Mu Yu’s response was classified as one because he was defeated within one round despite his achievements and time advantage.

“Impossible. How can you be superior to me when I have eight years on you? That can’t be possible,” muttered Sha Yan.

“I couldn’t care less how many years you’ve been cultivating. Obey or die,” threatened Mu Yu, not actually serious.

“You want me to kneel to a commoner? Never!” Sha Yan revealed a smug smile. “You think I descended the mountain alone? My seniors, Ju Wenxing and Tang Yang are currently at the academy. You think they’ll spare you or your village if you harm me?”

Sha Yan’s wrathful threat wasn’t empty. After all, cultivators thought nothing of human life.

“Ju Wenxing?” Mu Yu touched his chin. He recognised the name and suspicious individual yesterday.

“That’s right. Your impoverished sect wouldn’t have heard of him, would it? He is considered another Bai Lang. Hurt me, and Dustfallen Sect will be exterminated,” threatened Sha Yan, oblivious to the incident between his seniors.

“I don’t like being threatened. I don’t know a Ju Wenxing, nor am I scared of him. You hurt my family, and I can’t forgive you for that.”

“You ignorant fool.”

“Don’t forget your current predicament.” Catching a glimpse of the village chief’s wounds, Mu Yu just couldn’t let it go.

“What are you going to do? Dustfallen Sect won’t do anything to Jiuhua Sect.”

Mu Yu gashed Sha Yan’s left arm, leaving it dangling. Despite Sha Yan groaning and vengefully glaring at him, Mu Yu sarcastically voiced, “That’s nothing compared to what you put my grandpa through. You like having people wash your feet for you, right? How about I cut them off for you?”

Sha Yan was finally stricken with panic. A dislocated bone could heal in days, but amputated legs wouldn’t grow back. He cried, “Okay, okay.” Tears rolled down his eyes and wobbled over to Village Chief Bu and knelt down.

Raindrop Village’s villagers were dumbstruck. Village Chief Bu felt awkward since it was an unprecedented case. Though he considered calling it off, he eventually reasoned it was acceptable, citing he raised Mu Yu, so it was reasonable for him to accept a favour. Village Chief Bu straightened up his torso and proudly watched Sha Yan bow his head. He couldn’t stop smiling from cheek to cheek but hissed when the pain kicked in.

Mu Yu crouched down to check the village chief’s injuries. He transferred some of his own spiritual energy to the village chief. Alas, it was futile. Ordinary humans couldn’t cultivate precisely because their bodies couldn’t take in spiritual energy.

“Don’t forget the basin,” indifferently remarked Mu Yu.

Sha Yan looked up. “I didn’t do anything to your grandpa. You think he’d still be breathing if I laid my hands on him? Don’t push it.”

“Should I be thanking you, then?”

Village Chief Bu whispered, “Mu Yu, forget it. I could die in peace at this point. I can brag about this for the rest of my life, haha.”

Mu Yu could imagine the village chief running back to brag to the children. He, as a matter of fact, knew what the title of the story would be. He felt embarrassed merely imagining how the elder would illustrate the fight. He had a hunch the fight with the grey bear turned into a heroic and epic duel when the elder wet his pants.

“Okay, Grandpa.” Mu Yu then turned to Sha Yan. “That said, you’re not worthy of being a cultivator. I won’t kill you; however, I won’t allow you to run amok and harm innocent villagers.”

Mu Yu thrust his sword into Sha Yan’s dantian forthwith. Mu Yu’s sword qi rampaged in Sha Yan’s dantian, a cultivator’s physiological prerequisite for cultivating. Sha Yan turned deathly pale as his spiritual energy ejected from his body. Without the energy protecting his body, the pain from his dislocated arm hurt so bad he coughed blood and passed out.

“Wh-what happened to him?” asked Village Chief Bu.

“Nothing. He won’t be able to harm others ever again,” answered Uncle Zhang, piggy backing Village Chief Bu.

Until Mu Yu flew off with his two elders and was out of sight, nobody in Raindrop Village dared to utter a word.

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