122. The Imprint on the Flying Sword

Song Shuhang and the other person left the secret room.

Su Clan’s Sixteen led the way, followed by Song Shuhang, as they entered the living room.

On the sofa, Uncle Immortal Farmer Sect opened his eyes, looked at the two of them coldly, and said, "You've finally come out. I knew you hadn't left this suite."

He guessed that the two were hiding somewhere in the house, and if demolishing the building hadn't attracted the attention of the ordinary people in the building, he would have started demolishing this room long ago.

"You shouldn't have stayed," Su Clan’s Sixteen said in a cold, indifferent voice.

"Nonsense! Why shouldn't I stay?" Immortal Farmer Sect stood up and roared.

At the same time, his bones cracked and popped, his hands formed claws, and true energy pulsed from each finger, sharp as a blade.

Su Clan’s Sixteen remained calm. She slowly raised her right arm, using her palm as a blade. "Make your move."

Compared to the old man from the Immortal Farmer Sect, she was petite and almost frail. But when she raised her right arm, a Tyrant aura emanated from her.

Those pure white, crystal-clear palms seemed to transform into divine weapons capable of splitting the heavens and earth, and a dazzling blade of light shone forth.

Overwhelmed by her imposing aura, Uncle Immortal Farmer Sect roared and leaped into the air like an eagle spreading its wings, launching a preemptive attack to break through Sixteen's oppression.

In close combat, the worst thing for an ordinary martial artist is to be in mid-air with nowhere to put their strength. But this uncle's attack did the opposite. While in mid-air, his sharp claws kept striking down, turning into layers of claw shadows that covered his head.

Su Clan’s Sixteen used no fancy moves, simply wielding his hand like a knife, and slashed at the layers of claw shadows from the Immortal Farmer Sect Uncle.

In an instant, the blade flashed, its Saber Force surging like the mighty Yellow River!

The uncle's claw skills were formidable, but the strength of one person's claws was simply insufficient to withstand the might of the surging Yellow River.

Sizzle!

Ling Li's powerful strikes were shattered by the blade's edge. The uncle's hands were mangled and bloody, and his body was sent flying, crashing through the living room furniture before finally slamming to the ground.

Third-Grade Houtian is far superior to Second-Grade True Qi cultivator. Even a severely injured Houtian, as long as they can still unleash their attacks, can easily defeat Second-Stage True Master.

After Su Clan’s Sixteen unleashed that strike, his face turned pale and his breathing became rapid.

Uncle Immortal Farmer Sect slowly got up from the ground, his hands trembling and covered in blood.

"I've already shown mercy with this strike... I'll have Su Clan’s Seven come over in three days to clarify the matter with your Immortal Farmer Sect and settle our karmic Cause and Effect. Until then, you'd better watch yourself. You can leave now; I won't take your life for the time being," Su Clan’s Sixteen said in a deep voice.

"Impossible! I won't leave as long as I'm alive!" The man's eyes were ferocious. "I'll risk my life to capture you. Besides... after that last strike, how much true energy do you have left?"

Su Clan’s Sixteen frowned and said impatiently, "Then go die."

She was disgusted by this self-righteous old stubbornness, and raised her crystal-clear hand again, the blade flashing.

Did she really think she was a pushover like Song Shuhang behind her? Since she wanted to die, she'd grant her wish!

"Roar!" The elder of the Immortal Farmer Sect leaped forward, his legs filled with true energy, his whole body spinning, attacking Su Clan’s Sixteen like a venomous dragon's drill.

Boom!

The two sides clashed again, exploding their breaths and creating a terrifying explosion.

"Aaaaaah!" Suddenly, the man let out a bizarre scream. Then, he traced a strange parabola and plummeted towards the balcony of the suite.

Bang! Some of the decorations on the balcony were smashed to pieces.

The next moment, the middle-aged man, dragging his heavily injured body, leaped off the balcony. He left behind a perfunctory remark. "You just wait, Su Clan descendant. I'll be back!"

After saying that, he turned and fled without looking back.

--He vanished, just like that.

He was so full of bravado and ready to die just a moment ago. The next moment, he left behind some polite words and ran away.

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"Impressive!" Song Shuhang thought to himself. He couldn't even see the movements of Da Bu and Sixteen clearly during their fight. That speed completely exceeded the theoretical limits of the human body.

The blade's edge flickered uncertainly in Sixteen's palm, yet she looked utterly puzzled.

In her second attack, her blade lightly grazed the man's legs, causing him to detonate his inner energy, creating a violent impact sound... Then, like a movie star, he screamed and staggered backward, running away from the balcony.

Is this guy bluffing to escape?

Or perhaps, it's a trap?

"Do you know how to detect things with your mental energy?" Sixteen approached Song Shuhang and asked softly in a voice only the two of them could hear.

If possible, secret techniques such as Secret Voice Transmission would be more suitable.

Unfortunately, she's not in good condition right now; even just standing up is exhausting. She can't even activate her mental 'reconnaissance' right now, let alone use Secret Voice Transmission.

Song Shuhang nodded slightly, unleashed his mental energy, and used the 'reconnaissance' technique to spread his mental energy outwards.

After reconnaissance, nothing unusual was found in the surrounding area, and nothing was discovered.

However... a sudden feeling of unease welled up in Song Shuhang's heart. This unease was so strong that he couldn't ignore it.

Song Shuhang frowned and used the mental energy techniques 'reconnaissance' and 'Vigilance' in turn.

Still no results—his mental strength was too weak, limiting his detection range.

The more Zhao acted this way, the more uneasy he felt.

"Is something wrong?" Sixteen asked in a low voice.

"I can't tell, but..." Song Shuhang suddenly had a thought halfway through his sentence.

He changed the way he circulated his mental energy and cast another mental spell.

'Imprint Sensing Method'

This is a secret spiritual technique sent to him online by Master Profound Principle's disciple, "Senior Brother Three Days," which can be used to sense Master Profound Principle's stolen flying sword.

As soon as the Imprint Sensing Method was activated, Song Shuhang immediately sensed the target of the branding.

On the third floor of this building, a figure who looked like an ordinary resident was climbing the stairs. On the back of this figure was a guitar case—containing the flying sword that Master Profound Principle had stolen!

His figure ascended the stairs one floor at a time... unhurried and without revealing the slightest flaw.

He clearly possessed a spell or item that concealed his presence. If it weren't for the mark on his flying sword, Song Shuhang would have had no chance of detecting him.

Are they accomplices of Uncle Immortal Farmer Sect?

Or perhaps... it's the oriole lurking behind the mantis?

"What did you find?" Sixteen sat on the sofa, trying to recover his depleted inner energy.

"Someone's coming," Song Shuhang said softly. "They're getting closer. Can you still make a move?"

At the same time, he pulled out his phone and started swiping rapidly. Now that they were no longer in a sealed room, the phone signal was no longer blocked—if not now, when would he call for help?

He quickly left a message for Senior Northern River, briefly describing his current situation and location. He asked Senior Northern River to contact Su Clan’s Seven as soon as possible, just in case.

"Because of the injuries inside my body, my internal energy isn't recovering as quickly," Sixteen said with a wry smile.

"Then... should I ask the seniors in the group how to write a will?" Song Shuhang turned off his phone and chuckled.

As he spoke, countless thoughts raced through Song Shuhang's mind.

The man who was stealthily approaching with a flying sword on his back was none other than the senior disciple of the Moon Saber Sect! The inner disciple of the Moon Saber Sect who had snatched the 'Formless Divine Sword' from his poor junior brother.

That poor junior brother has had both legs blown off and is still being held in Sima Jiang's custody.

"The guys from the Immortal Farmer Sect have made direct contact and clashed with the younger generation of the Su Clan. The opportunity has arrived." The senior disciple of the Moon Saber Sect smiled knowingly as he slowly approached Song Shuhang and Sixteen.

He received only one order from the higher-ups of the Moon Saber Sect: kill the Su Clan if they come into contact with anyone from the Immortal Farmer Sect!