Set Fire! Pour Oil!

This man was not yet twenty, yet he was even more terrifying than his senior brother. He cared about nothing.

His senior brother, Ding Xiu, was not an Imperial Guard, merely an ordinary martial wanderer, but both his schemes and martial arts were top-tier.

What he cared about most was money.

But Su Changqing cared about nothing. Snow Fatty and Snow Thin were also two highly renowned brothers within the Eastern Depot.

One had been hammered to a pulp alive, while the other had been pierced through the forehead with a single slash.

Especially since they had followed the massive hole Su Changqing had split open with the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade all the way here.

Su Changqing sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed as he regulated his breathing.

He had used the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade to break through walls along the way, taking the opportunity to temper his Tyrant Saber.

Only then had he successfully cultivated the Heartless Slash.

Opportunities in this world never simply came to you; they had to be sought out.

If he had not cultivated the Heartless Slash, that strike would never have forced back three Eighth Level of Xiantian experts!

If Gongsun Wuji came to kill him again—

Even if Su Changqing went all out and slaughtered them all, exposing the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art, he would have to flee for his life afterward.

Beside him, Zuo Qianhu had his eyes closed, his complexion flushed red like rouge, while the acupoints at his temples continuously bulged. This was the Life-and-Death Gate.

Inside that cavern, he had forcibly broken through the Life-and-Death Gate, intending to borrow the power of Earth Fiend to slaughter Gongsun Wuji and the other three.

Earth Fiend was an entirely different realm.

At the Xiantian Realm, one could already project true qi outward.

But at the Earth Fiend Realm, one could draw upon the power of heaven and earth. Though standing still, one could walk upon waves and regard mountains and rivers as nothing.

The Profound Heaven True Qi was gentle yet domineering, exceptionally effective at healing injuries.

After meditating and regulating his breathing for a quarter-hour, Su Changqing had swiftly recovered. He rose to his feet, his aura calm.

Jin Yichuan stared blankly, inwardly startled.

Today, Su Changqing had truly displayed astonishing talent.

Su Changqing strode over. Within the huge hole he had cleaved open nearby, dozens of Imperial Guards stood ready, firing volleys of arrows with murderous intent.

Below, three Eighth Level of Xiantian eunuchs and Gongsun Wuji were fending them off.

Hundreds of arrows came one after another. They could only lift the corpses of eunuchs from the ground and hold them over their heads.

"You scoundrels! You wound people with hidden arrows—do you dare come down and fight?" Gongsun Wuji shouted coldly upon seeing Su Changqing.

"Gongsun Wuji, does this cavern have no other exits?"

This karst cave was incomparably vast and extended deep underground, nearly level with Cloud Dragon Lake. It had originally been carefully chosen by Gongsun Wuji as Zuo Qianhu's burial ground.

"No. There is only the hole that brat made, and another one three hundred meters above our heads that leads straight to the mountaintop." Gongsun Wuji's expression was ugly.

"That brat is too ruthless. The moment he left the cavern, he ordered his men to fire hidden arrows."

What had been meant as Zuo Qianhu's burial ground had instead trapped them.

The hole overhead was too far away, while arrows continued to rain down through the hole Su Changqing had opened. This situation could practically bury every Xiantian expert here.

The faces of the three red-robed eunuchs darkened. The Eastern Depot had brought seven Xiantian experts today. Not only had they failed to kill Zuo Qianhu, but two had already died.

Snow Fatty and Snow Thin had yet to appear. They had clearly died as well.

If the three of them died too, the Eastern Depot would surely be thrown into turmoil. Director Cao would be enraged!

"Su Changqing! You disgrace Guan Gong's name! If you have the guts, let us come up and fight fairly!" the three eunuchs shrieked.

Su Changqing watched them with calm eyes.

Name: Gongsun Wuji

Realm: Ninth Level of Xiantian

Fate: Immense Strength (Blue), Hammer Saint Possession (Purple)

Wuxia Script: Villain of "Flower Burial Martial Saint"

Favorability: -95

Recent Turning Point: He participated in the battle to besiege Zuo Qianhu, plotting countless schemes. In the end, he would punch through a small hole on the far left side of the karst cave, use the Bone-Shrinking Art to escape, leap into Cloud Dragon Lake, and enter the Flower Burial Martial Saint's tomb.

After learning of Jiang Xingxing's opportunity, he would remain unwilling to accept it. He would lie in wait on Cloud Dragon Mountain, only to later be killed by Jiang Xingxing's Snow Drifting Through the Mortal Realm.

"Is the firewood ready?" Su Changqing asked after a moment of silence, turning to Jin Yichuan.

"Three hundred bundles in all." Jin Yichuan smiled.

"Then set fire! Pour oil!" Su Changqing said calmly, flicking his hand.

Bundles of firewood were coated in lamp oil, set ablaze, and thrown into the enormous cavern below.

Jin Yichuan had found lamp oil in Cloud Dragon Village above. Barrel after barrel was carried over and poured down.

In an instant, blazing flames erupted and thick smoke billowed. Even the thousand-odd corpses below were set alight, transforming the place into a sea of fire.

The scene was so horrific that it filled the heart with terror, impossible to look upon directly.

The expressions of all four changed at once as they glared furiously at the black-clad figure by the hole, Frost Snow hanging at his waist.

"You scoundrel, you are unworthy of being called a man's son!"

"You think you deserve to be called Little Guan Gong?"

"When did I ever compare myself to Guan Gong? Wasn't that a title you forced on me? I will only ever be myself, Su Changqing!" Su Changqing said indifferently as he watched the four.

The three eunuchs roared, drew their steel sabers, stepped onto the cliff walls, and charged toward Su Changqing.

They were all elites of the Eastern Depot. With one slash, they swept away the arrows and rushed forward with astonishing speed. They truly deserved to be Eighth Level of Xiantian.

At a time like this, if they were not burned alive, they would be suffocated to death by the smoke. They might as well fight to the death!

The dozens of Imperial Guards' expressions changed. They had merely reached Body Refinement and true qi cultivation; the gap between them and the Xiantian Realm was far too great.

"Move aside!" Su Changqing strode forward, drawing Frost Snow and pushing the others away.

He held the saber horizontally in his hand, his eyes cold as lightning. With a single sweep, he tore through the sky.

Frost Snow's icy crystals blossomed, while the blade aura was incomparably tyrannical as it shot straight toward the three men.

Tyrant Saber! Heartless Slash!

This strike was invincible beneath the heavens, breathtakingly brilliant. The three men's eyes narrowed as they stood at the edge of the cavern and contended against Su Changqing.

"You scoundrel! You merely have the advantage of the terrain!" one of the eunuchs said coldly.

Su Changqing glanced at him. The Purple Blood Soft Sword slid from its sheath, crimson as blood, ringing with an eerie hum.

With a swish, a bloody line appeared across the red-robed eunuch's neck. Blood sprayed out from his throat like a fountain. His eyes widened in disbelief.

The crimson belt at Su Changqing's waist was exceptionally eye-catching. Who could have imagined it was a soft sword?

His steel saber fell from his hand. The light faded from his eyes as he silently plunged downward, utterly devoid of life.

The remaining two eunuchs had already been fighting from a distance. They could no longer contend with Su Changqing and could only resist with difficulty, their faces ugly.

Su Changqing's eyes remained indifferent. Suddenly, he flipped backward and performed a rabbit-kicks-eagle maneuver, both feet striking through the air with flawless precision against their chests.

Their chests instantly caved in, and they fell into the sea of fire.

"You scoundrel! Traitor! You wound people with hidden swords!"

"If we get out alive, we will skin you and pull out your tendons, then hang you before the Eastern Depot's gates!"

The two still clung to life. They hurriedly crawled out of the fire, blood seeping from the corners of their mouths as they glared at Su Changqing and cursed loudly.

"Keep firing arrows. Pour oil. Set fire."

Su Changqing ignored them and calmly looked toward the numerous Imperial Guards beside him, who stood nearly petrified.

The crowd came back to their senses and hurriedly poured down more oil, threw in firewood, and set it ablaze.

Jin Yichuan drew a deep breath as he looked at the young man, almost unable to speak.

This was what it meant to possess peerless grace—the Peerless Heavenly Pride!

Had it not been for Su Changqing, Zuo Qianhu of the Suppression Bureau would have died today, and the Suppression Bureau truly would have been erased from existence.

Today, they had not only wiped out Cloud Dragon Village, but also killed seven Eastern Depot thousand-household officials—red-robed eunuchs at the Xiantian level.

He was not yet twenty, and Jin Yichuan simply dared not imagine the glory that awaited him in the future.