God Emperor

“Elder Zhi,” Qiu Yu said. “Give me a ten-thousand-year Nether Winter Ice. I want to give it to Lady Mu as compensation.”

An elder with a fire mark on his forehead stood behind Qiu Yu. Rules of Saintly Way interwove on his entire body. The flame on his forehead burned like a divine furnace.

The elder hesitated slightly. “The Nether Winter Ice is so precious. It’s useful for you too…”

Qiu Yu smiled faintly. “Compared to Lady Mu, a mere ten-thousand-year Nether Winter Ice is nothing.”

The cultivators of the Moon-Worship Demonic Sect all exchanged glances. All of them were moved.

The ten-thousand-year Nether Winter Ice was definitely an incredible treasure. It was far more valuable than typical saintly medicines. Any Saint with the Ice Body would want it, but Qiu Yu just gave it to Mu Lingxi so casually.

He is so magnanimous, the elders of the Moon-Worship Demonic Sect thought. The average person can’t compare to him. If the Saintess marries him, she is indeed reaching a higher status.

The elder with the flame mark finally took out a blue ice box and handed it to Qiu Yu.

Qiu Yu, Ouyang Huan, and Yun Zheng walked to the front. Everyone followed them. The group of people walked to the mountain where the Saintess Palace cultivated—Mount Tianshui.

The Saintess Palace only accepted female disciples. Along the way, one could see some beautiful girls flying through the mountain. When they saw Qiu Yu and Ouyang Huan, they all blushed and their hearts beat faster. They hurriedly reported to each other, creating a commotion.

News that Qiu Yu and Ouyang Huan had arrived at Mount Tianshui quickly spread throughout the Saintess Palace.

Not only did regular disciples hurry over, even the Saintesses who were cultivating in isolation hurried to greet them.

They naturally knew the reason why Qiu Yu and Ouyang Huan were here. They were all envious and jealous.

Everyone passed through the deep forest and the surroundings suddenly opened up. A cultivation residence appeared. Before it was a green spiritual lake.

“Greetings, Vice Sect Leader.”

Mu Lingxi’s maids all knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him.

With Qiu Yu as the leader, the three walked straight to the cultivation residence. Everyone else stayed at a distance. They didn’t step into the area.

Just then, a cold voice rang out over the spiritual lake. “Without the residence owner’s permission, any cultivator who takes another step will be given the death sentence.”

It wasn’t an amiable voice.

Right then, Qiu Yu finally realized that someone was fishing in the spiritual lake. He didn’t kneel down and this was surprising.

Qiu Yu glanced at Ouyang Huan. Chuckling, he said, “Brother Ouyang, doesn’t the Moon-Worship Demonic Sect have strict regulations? How come there are cultivators who don’t kneel down to you?”

The man at the bank of the spiritual lake was around 20 years old. His cloth robe was faded from washing too much, but it was very clean. He held a fishing rod with one hand and a rusty sword in the other.

Ouyang Huan glanced at the robed man. A deep look appeared in his eyes. “Le,” he said, “don’t be impolite to Lord Qiu Yu.”

“I’m only saying the rules here,” Le said. “Everyone must act according to the rules.”

Ouyang Huan furrowed his brows. “This is the Saintess Palace. It’s not for you to stay in. Leave immediately.”

“This is where I should stay!” Le said calmly. “Please go back. The Saintess doesn’t want to see anyone today.”

“Are you in charge? I am her father. Who can stop me?”

Yun Zheng was annoyed. It was such an honor that his daughter could catch Qiu Yu’s eyes. How could someone dare to get in the way?

Whoever dared must die.

Yun Zheng was afraid of offending Qiu Yu and ruining the marriage, so he grew murderous. The Holy Qi within him started spinning quickly. It consolidated into a palm force that was sent toward Le.

Yun Zheng’s cultivation was also in the Saint Realm. Once he attacked, it was naturally shocking. Gusts of wind and thunder shook the entire Mount Tianshui.

Le sat steadily at the fishing platform. His expression was still blank, but his arm shook.

Whoosh—

The fishing rod flew out of the water and cut a beautiful arc. Sharper than any sword, it sliced Yun Zheng’s hand and wrapped around his neck.

I can’t even dodge a fishing line.

Yun Zheng was extremely shocked.

The next moment, his shock turned to horror.

Crack, crack.

The fishing line wrapped around his neck was actually tightening. It cut through his body’s defenses, creating a blood-red mark. Drops of saintly blood flowed down the line. It was about to cut his head off.

“Le, don’t kill him.”

Mu Lingxi’s gentle voice sounded from the distant cultivation residence.

Hearing this, Le’s fishing rod swung lightly. Then, Yun Zheng flew up and dropped headfirst into the lake with a plop.

“You…”

Yun Zheng felt humiliated and roared angrily. But when he saw Le’s emotionless eyes, it felt like someone was choking him. He couldn’t utter a single word.

Seeing this, a faint smile actually appeared on Qiu Yu’s face. He nodded. “Le, not bad. You’re interesting. You’ll cultivate with me from now on!”

“You don’t qualify.”

Le continued fishing without glancing at Qiu Yu.

Even with Qiu Yu’s refinement, annoyance appeared in his eyes too. “Your cultivation isn’t bad, but you can’t stop me. You should know that I was once first on the Half-Saint Rank. There are very, very few people of the same generation who can take a hit from me. Becoming my enemy is certain death. In contrast, be my friend and you’ll receive endless benefits.”

Qiu Yu clearly appreciated Le. He wanted to have Le under him or for them to even become friends.

This was a chance that so many cultivators wished for but would never have.

“My life was given to me by someone else,” Le said. “If I die, I’m just returning it to him.”

“Pity, a pity.”

Seeing that Le was determined, Qiu Yu knew that he couldn’t tempt the man, and sighed softly. He didn’t try anymore. Instead, he strode toward Mu Lingxi’s cultivation residence.

“Die,” Le uttered.

At the same time, the fishing line flew out of the water again. It cut a dozen arcs. Sharp gales spread out. The arcs all crushed down on Qiu Yu.

“So powerful. Each arc is a tangible attack, containing the most extreme Rules of Sword Way.”

Even Ouyang Huan was surprised. It was only one strike, but it was difficult for him to block it with his cultivation.

Ouyang Huan glanced at Le. He was curious what level the man was at.

“You dare to attack me. You don’t know your own place!”

Qiu Yu smiled faintly. With a disdainful expression, he pressed his fingers forward. Fire surged out immediately, burning all the arcs into smoke. He dissolved them easily.

Le’s eyes hardened. Powerful murderous Qi poured out of his body. He picked up the metal sword and rushed out in an instant.

He stabbed the sword at Qiu Yu’s heart.

Crackle, pop.

The sword was shockingly fast and produced a string of bursts.

Of course, the speed of sound was much slower than Le’s speed, so Qiu Yu didn’t even hear the noises.

However, he felt an icy aura that he hadn’t felt in a long while. As a Chinese parasol tree who grew in a fire region, he hadn’t felt coldness in a long time.

Eyes narrowing, he glanced at Le.

What shocked Qiu Yu was that, with his cultivation and eyesight, he could only see an afterimage. He couldn’t see the sword clearly at all. It was evident how skilled Le was at the sword.

Qiu Yu was forced to activate all the Holy Qi within him. Seventy-two layers of red saintly fire poured out.

However, Le’s sword kept going forward. It didn’t retreat no matter how menacing the tide of fire was.

Boom, boom.

It passed through all 72 layers of fire waves. Le’s sword hit Qiu Yu’s chest.

Of course, Qiu Yu was also very fast. His palm hit Le’s head.

Poof.

The rusty metal sword actually broke through Qiu Yu’s defenses. It passed through, poking out of Qiu Yu’s back.

At the same time, Qiu Yu’s palm hit Le’s head. It directly caused many cracks to open up on Le’s skull.

Qiu Yu widened his eyes. They were filled with disbelief. “If…” he said, “if I were human, I really would’ve been injured seriously by you. Unfortunately, I don’t have a heart.”

Crack, crack.

Tree branches sprouted from Qiu Yu’s palm. They passed through Le’s skull. Each branch was burning with fire, burning Le’s head.

Before, Qiu Yu had appreciated Le and wanted to win him over.

Now, Qiu Yu felt that he couldn’t control Le. This man was very dangerous and must be cleared as soon as possible so he wouldn’t become an enemy.

Rip.

Le’s intent wasn’t affected. He moved his arm again and the metal sword cut horizontally across Qiu Yu’s chest. It cut his body in half.

Half of Qiu Yu’s body turned to wood. He almost reverted to his original shape.

Using up the last of his power, Le had no more vitality left. He stood there, still holding his metal sword without moving. His head was melted by the flames.

Qiu Yu’s entire body shook. He kicked Le’s corpse. Gritting his teeth in anger, he said, “No wonder you are the top of the seven ancient sects. You’re filled with hidden figures. Even a random swordsman can be so powerful. How many of the Nine Heirs could block that kind of attack?”

Plop.

Le’s corpse fell into the spiritual lake, dyeing a patch of the water red with blood.

“Le…”

Mu Lingxi rushed out of the cultivation residence. Seeing the corpse in the lake, she fell to her knees. Her tears streamed down. “Sorry… Sorry, I killed you… I’m sorry…”

In the distant forest, Captain Rat’s head poked out of the dirt. Seeing this scene, it was shocked. “Oh no, oh no, even Le is dead! Who will protect the Saintess now? I’m no match for Qiu Yu. I’ll report to Blackie first.”

Immediately after, Captain Rat dug back into the dirt. It left the headquarters of the Demonic Sect and hurried for the Savage Barren Territory.

Author’s note: Captain Rat is the first of the demonic rats. And does everyone remember Le?