Liver Become Mortal Sword Immortal

The long sword hummed and trembled incessantly.

Finally, everything converged on the blade, where a hazy, blood-colored radiance flickered above.

Sword qi coiled like a dragon, transforming into a massive Sword Shadow that slashed toward the void before him.

The void trembled faintly; the Sword Shadow was swift, nearly tearing through the emptiness, producing a sound of air splitting.

Yun Shu watched the skill in delighted surprise—projecting sword qi outward was something only achievable at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

With the Body Refining Technique at Great Accomplishment, blood essence could truly be used like Spiritual Energy for external release. For a moment, he even had the illusion that this one strike could slay immortals and gods!

Though his stamina was now nearly drained, though his hands still trembled slightly, the excitement in his heart was undeniable.

The sky gradually grew pale, and Yun Shu walked out of the sect.

Just as he reached the Mountain Gate, he saw Lin Yang, who had already prepared a bundle.

"You've brought so much stuff." Yun Shu smiled and said.

"Can't be helped. Some of these are healing medicines, some are for replenishing blood essence..." Lin Yang glanced at Yun Shu, then furrowed his brow slightly. "Junior Brother Yun, what's wrong with you?"

"What is it?"

"Nothing, but why is your face so pale?" Lin Yang asked in surprise.

"Oh, I was just practicing swordsmanship." Yun Shu shook his head and said.

Practicing swordsmanship could make your face this pale?

Lin Yang was half-believing, half-doubting.

Until Lin Yang saw Yun Shu's hands, still trembling.

"Junior Brother always uses both hands?" Lin Yang said.

"What?" Yun Shu was puzzled—why did Lin Yang's gaze carry a hint of envy?

"Oh, nothing. Swordsmanship, I understand." Lin Yang said. "Junior Brother Yun, take care of yourself."

Yun Shu shot Lin Yang a questioning look but didn't dwell on it.

The two set off from there, walked Down the Mountain, and rented two horses.

Yun Shu said with slight embarrassment, "Senior Brother, can you front me this bottle of Hundred Herbs Liquid?"

All his current possessions had been exchanged for Cultivation Resources, leaving him without even a single bottle of Hundred Herbs Liquid.

"Sure, no problem." Lin Yang said.

Lin Yang didn't think much of it, simply assuming Yun Shu hadn't brought any with him.

"Many thanks."

The two traveled together, heading toward the Mortal Dynasty.

Of the five days allotted, one had already passed. For a mission like this, just the journey alone took a day.

Yun Shu felt it was still somewhat challenging.

On the road, Yun Shu studied the intelligence and maps he had obtained, gaining a clear picture.

Yunzhou was vast; it was hard for anyone to measure it on foot. At least, as far as Yun Shu knew, even the Sect Master of their Myriad Sword Pavilion couldn't manage it.

Countless Mortal Dynasties and innumerable immortal cultivation sects were entrenched within it.

In its heyday, the Myriad Sword Pavilion was one of the top forces in Yunzhou, standing at the peak of the region, looking down on all living beings.

Now, though.

It was merely a drop in the ocean.

Its heritage had been damaged and lost, seven or eight parts out of ten, over the countless years of transition.

Of the countless dynasties in Yunzhou, only three were still connected to the Myriad Sword Pavilion.

Dynasties and sects shared a mutually reinforcing relationship.

The number of dynasties a sect controlled directly affected its reserve strength.

The more dynasties it controlled, the better the quality of new disciples it could recruit—this was inevitable.

And at its peak, the Myriad Sword Pavilion claimed to control three thousand dynasties, an unparalleled glory.

Today, they were heading to one of the Three Great Dynasties: the Gufeng Dynasty.

The dynasty's strength was neither very strong nor very weak.

Yun Shu had to first liaise with the dynasty to hand over the mission, then understand the specifics. A whole series of procedures—it looked quite troublesome.

But since they were paying well, Yun Shu didn't mind.

By the time they reached the dynasty's capital, it was already midnight.

Officials from the Ministry of Rites solemnly received the two.

Yun Shu didn't care for this. After asking them for a detailed map, he directly mounted his horse and left.

Leaving the Ministry of Rites staff exchanging bewildered glances.

"This Gufeng Dynasty is far too insolent. When a disciple of our Myriad Sword Pavilion arrives, the Lord of the Dynasty should receive us in person." Lin Yang said indignantly.

Yun Shu just smiled. "Perhaps we're not qualified enough. I can sense three auras at the Body Refining Peak level within the dynasty. As for whether there's anyone above that, I don't know."

The blood and qi of a Body Refining Peak expert were impossible to conceal.

With existences of that level within the dynasty, there was no need for them to lower themselves to two disciples at the Body Refining Realm. Though their statuses differed—one master, one subordinate—what they submitted to was only strength.

For a high-ranking official from the Ministry of Rites to receive them personally was already courteous.

"Body Refining Peak?" Lin Yang's expression froze, then turned serious. "Then why don't they act themselves? Why insist on us coming to take the mission?"

"Maybe we're cheaper to hire," Yun Shu said. "Thinking about this is useless. Let's head over first."

On the way, the two changed into the civilian clothes they'd taken from the Ministry of Rites. Aside from the swords on their backs and Lin Yang's various bundles, Yun Shu only let him keep the hemostatic and antidote medicines.

The rest offered extremely limited improvement.

Under the cover of night, they finally reached their destination.

The place was in a rather crude environment. The bandits' stronghold was not far from the official road, but behind it stretched a vast mountain range.

The reason the bandit scourge was hard to eliminate was that when government troops came to suppress them, they would flee into the mountains, making an attack extremely difficult.

Moreover, the bandits had been entrenched here for a long time, with countless informants in the area. They could easily escape before the soldiers arrived.

The officials from the Ministry of Rites had briefed them on this.

The two were also worried about alarming these people, so they didn't make a grand entrance.

Taking advantage of the night.

Yun Shu spoke up. "If we let the three ringleaders escape, the mission will fail. So we have to sneak in quietly."

"That might be hard. Sneaking in from here—the defenses are extremely tight. It'd be easier to just fight our way in..." Lin Yang glanced beside him. "Where'd you go?"

"Wait for me here." Yun Shu's figure rose and fell several times, already gone from the spot.

Lin Yang, "..."

Yun Shu moved carefully, bypassing some of the guards. For those he couldn't avoid, he found a secluded spot and took them out with his sword in an instant.

Not even a scream was heard.

But this was, after all, the bandits' lair, and Yun Shu didn't let his guard down.

Soon, he seized a young bandit.

"Where are the three leaders?" Yun Shu pressed his sword against the man's neck and asked.

"In... if I tell you, don't kill me..."

"Don't worry. If you're telling the truth, I won't kill you." Yun Shu's voice was gentle.

"Alright. They're in the Council Hall, discussing tomorrow's raid on Wealthy Master Liu." The young bandit's voice trembled; it was clear he really didn't want to die.

Sshh.

The young man's eyes were filled with terror and unwillingness.

Yun Shu stepped out from the shadows. "How do I know you're telling the truth?"

Then, with a few leaps, he headed toward the Main Council Hall at the center.

As soon as he reached the Main Council Hall, he sensed several powerful surges of blood and qi, billowing out like rolling smoke.

"One at Body Tempering Stage Six, two at Body Refining Fifth Level. Those must be the three leaders." Yun Shu thought for a moment and said.

Just as Yun Shu was about to enter, he saw a middle-aged man carrying a tea tray walking over.

A flash of sword light, and the figure crumpled to the ground.

Yun Shu caught the falling tea tray steadily. His powerful blood and qi kept not a single drop of tea from spilling. Carrying the tray, he walked inside, then gently knocked on the door without saying a word—the more he spoke, the more mistakes he might make.

Hearing the sound, the people inside immediately fell silent.