Liver Become Mortal Sword Immortal

So the Old Master had secretly cultivated such a force—it seemed he had long harbored ambitions to dominate the Martial World and oppose the Imperial Court.

This realization sent a chill down everyone's spine.

The Old Master truly intended to assassinate the sovereign and usurp the throne!

But could he succeed?

Leaving everything else aside, the Imperial City Enshrined alone were already extremely troublesome.

Not to mention that behind the Imperial Court stood the Immortal Sect.

Still, the effect of these people was evident—at least everyone had fallen silent, so quiet that a pin dropping could be heard.

Coupled with the full onset of the drug's effects, the crowd could only sit down, a sense of helplessness rising in their hearts.

Now that they were lambs to the slaughter, they might as well hear what he had to say.

"Since you've all quieted down, let me speak of my plans," the Old Master began. "I imagine you've already guessed—why have I gathered such a force of fellow martial artists?"

"That's right, it's to oppose the current Lord of the Dynasty!"

The Old Master continued, "I have my own means to deal with those Qi Condensation Stage enshrines of the dynasty. Today, I've summoned you all only to use your hands to consolidate power within the Martial World."

"I'm sure you all know I prefer straightforward people. If any of you wish to withdraw today, I won't stop you. But think carefully—since I intend to gather forces, those who disobey will not be friends, but enemies."

Yun Shu, meanwhile, had taken a black cloak from his Storage Bag and wrapped it around himself.

The black robe concealed his figure almost entirely in the shadows as he sat on the rooftop, listening with great interest.

The black cloak could hide his form—he had bought it at the market. Though it could no longer mask his aura, it served well enough as clothing for someone who didn't want to show his face or reveal his identity.

He hadn't expected to witness such a scene here.

The Jianghu wasn't about fighting and killing—it was about the strong preying on the weak.

The Old Master wanted to rally these folk forces to oppose the dynasty. Though the gap in strength remained, the number of top-tier experts might still be comparable, not too far behind.

Otherwise, the dynasty would have wiped them out long ago.

But Yun Shu couldn't quite figure out what gave the Old Master the confidence to contend with those top-tier dynasty enshrines.

The dynasty, backed by the Myriad Sword Pavilion, possessed immense power. Had the Old Master found some backer?

Shaking his head, Yun Shu didn't dwell on it. Since you claim to have means to deal with Qi Condensation Stage cultivators, let's test that first.

He hadn't forgotten his mission either.

As the Old Master delivered his impassioned speech, Yun Shu moved.

After sweeping his gaze across the crowd, the Old Master was fairly satisfied with their expressions.

They were also weighing things—if the Old Master wasn't mad, he must have some backing. Besides, they were in his hands now and had to respond.

"Peach Blossom Mountain supports the Old Master!"

The Old Master turned toward the voice. It was his trusted faction, a decent enough start to break the silence.

Just as he was about to say more, he suddenly felt a crisis that made his hair stand on end.

Without a moment's hesitation, acting on pure instinct, he tried to sidestep.

But it was as if a massive aura had locked him in place, severely limiting his movement.

Forced to act in that split second, he struggled to swing a palm backward.

Crimson Flames burst from his hand, instantly forming a barrier.

A startling flash of sword light passed.

The Old Master stared blankly at his chest, where a gaping hole had appeared.

His Heart Source had been instantly shredded by the powerful sword energy.

Boom.

The Old Master crashed heavily to the ground.

Then, before the crowd's eyes could even register the blur, they only caught two lightning-fast Fist Shadows, and two more bodies lay sprawled on the floor.

Yun Shu's physical strength was far too overwhelming for a Body Refining Peak cultivator. The two Red-Clad Figures fell with looks of disbelief.

In the blink of an eye, three figures had been completely annihilated!

Yun Shu glanced at the crowd, who stared back in dazed shock.

Who was this black-clad Mysterious Person?

How could he possess such terrifying strength?

Even someone as powerful as the Old Master had been cut down in an instant?

Then what did they amount to in this person's eyes?

At that thought, a chill ran down their spines.

And after the assassination, he hadn't immediately fled—he even dared to search the bodies?

Yun Shu rummaged through the three corpses and pulled out a few items.

Two martial skills, roughly around the Middle-grade, along with the antidote for the poison that had afflicted the crowd.

Yun Shu kept one dose of the antidote for himself and tossed the rest into the crowd.

In an instant, everyone scrambled frantically for them.

Some people immediately recovered a portion of their combat strength and began fighting with the Death Warriors.

Though they were somewhat confused, they were not foolish—these were people who lived on the edge of a blade, and their grasp of the situation was still quite sharp.

Yun Shu glanced back at the chaos behind him, shook his head, and walked deeper inside.

Since he had already killed the men, it was only natural to take something before leaving.

The items these few carried on them were extremely limited, and he would have to go out of his way to search for more—what a hassle.

Entering the various halls, he didn't just take everything in sight. When it came to the gold, silver, and valuables, Yun Shu hesitated for a moment before still packing a bit.

Silver was indeed a good thing, even if it was only useful in the mortal world.

But just as he was about to set it aside, Yun Shu remembered how his Old Man had spent so many gleaming silver taels for the sect, just to buy him a spot as a Menial Disciple.

Now that he had money, he definitely had to leave some for his Old Man's retirement.

Thinking of this, a hint of bitterness welled up inside him. His Old Man, who loved money so much, had for the sake of Yun Shu's future—after hearing his son say, "Old Man, I want to cultivate immortality"—pulled out a great sum without the slightest stinginess.

His Old Man probably loved gold and silver, but he loved his son even more.

Thus, he took some gold and silver valuables, but not too much.

Next came the things useful for cultivation.

In the Storehouse, Yun Shu looted over five hundred Qi Nurturing Pills, along with three Origin Nurturing Pills.

Left behind were also two martial skills, both Middle-grade.

As for some Low-grade martial skills, Yun Shu packed about six of them. He didn't necessarily plan to cultivate these himself; his bigger intention was to sell them off.

Finally.

It was the Old Master's study.

Outside, chaos still reigned, with flames blazing continuously. It seemed that after today, the Dust Avoiding Villa would be wiped from existence. Yun Shu cast one glance before pushing open the door and stepping inside.

On the bookshelf, Yun Shu spotted a Bamboo Slip. He unrolled it.

"A High-grade Martial Skill?" Yun Shu's eyes lit up.

This was definitely a major gain from this trip.

A High-grade Martial Skill was still useful to him at his current stage.

Though his trump card was now Sword Intent, what he used most often in battle was still physical techniques.

The Spell Techniques of a Body Cultivator provided him with an extremely powerful boost—they were purely about tempering the body's strength, forging the flesh until it was as tough as refined iron.

That was precisely why, just now, relying solely on his physical strength and using Thunderclap Fist, he had taken down two Body Refining Peak cultivators.

He hadn't yet begun cultivating the martial skill that accompanied the Immovable Diamond Body, but it was surely extraordinary. Still, he couldn't neglect this one in front of him. He took a look and then put it away.

There were also some jade boxes.

Inside were all kinds of pills.

Yun Shu didn't stand on ceremony.

He swept all these items one by one into his Storage Bag.

"Quite the haul." Yun Shu could barely keep his mouth from splitting into a grin.

Indeed, the saying "kill, burn, and loot to line your belt" wasn't without reason.

He even thought that if one day he stopped cultivating immortality, he could join an assassin organization. The number of missions he completed would surely leave everyone else in the dust!

No one understood better than him how to deliver a fatal blow from the shadows.