First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 2470 – Division

Shang Wushe’s words perfectly summarized the situation.

His life was in Su Yi’s hands, but the Qilin were subject to their ancestral precept and vow.

Su Yi, meanwhile, had to be on guard against making enemies out of the entire Qilin Race. Everyone here found the situation incomparably thorny. The slightest wrong move could lead to disaster!

This was the source of Shang Wushe’s confidence. Everyone knew it, too, so none of them were really happy about this.

However, Su Yi wasn’t concerned.

Whap!

He smacked Shang Wushe in the face, leaving his brain buzzing and his eyes seeing stars.

“Do you really want to cast aside all pretenses of cordiality!?” Shang Wushe roared in fury.

Su Yi said casually, “I was just bored, so I borrowed your face to exercise my hands and alleviate the boredom.”

“…No one knew what to say to that.

Shang Wushe glowered and gnashed his teeth. “Let me go, and this can end here. Furthermore, I promise to let you leave the Qilin Race’s territory alive. But if I die, you and the Qilin can both forget about getting off lightly!”

“You’re a prisoner. What right do you have to bark orders at me?” Su Yi shook his head, raised his hand, and sealed Shang Wushe’s mouth. Now, all the old man could do was glare at him in silence.

Then, Su Yi turned to look at Shang Yun. He said calmly, “You’re quite good at using your position to bully other people, right? Well, come on! Go ahead and try me.”

Shang Yun’s expression darkened. He said nothing. Sometimes, circumstances were too great to be overcome. How could he not realize that?

Besides, his clan uncle’s life was in Su Yi’s hands. Shang Yun didn’t dare to try anything reckless.

Suddenly, Su Yi said, “Kneel!”

It was just one word, but it went off like a thunderclap, ringing in Shang Yun’s ears and booming in his heart. He shuddered from head to toe, his vital energy practically scattering. His knees turned to jelly and thudded to the ground.

It was just a word, but it was like a magic invocation full of unsurpassed power. It was enough to force even this divine son of the Great Yin Divine Race to his knees!

Everyone looked stunned. They couldn’t help but recall the recent battle in the Hazy Sea Forbidden Zone that had taken the world by storm.

Even Di E had been too intimidated to enter the battlefield personally! Master God Tian Huang had died in battle, while Yun He and Yun Xiao fled in panic!

Su Yi had only just stepped into the Undying Realm, but his strength had become the hottest topic in the entire God Domain.

Now, everyone here was finally seeing his abilities and majesty for themselves.

He’d captured Shang Wushe in a single strike, then forced Shang Yun to the ground with a single word!

His imposing majesty left even the old-timers unwittingly wide-eyed and tongue-tied.

Shang Yun had watched in icy silence all this time but now, he finally lost his composure. He roared, “Family Head Qi, are you really just going to stand back and watch as he gets away with this?”

He knelt there, struggling with all his might, but he couldn’t get up. Invisible power bore down on him, like a divine mountain pinning him to the ground. All of his struggles seemed as weak and pathetic as an ant’s attempts to shake a tree!

Qi Jingxiao plastered a worried look on his face. He sighed, “But your uncle’s life is in his hands. We don’t dare to try anything reckless.”

The others nodded repeatedly.

Shang Yun was instantly at a loss for words, his expression unsightly.

He looked at Shang Wushe, but his mouth was sealed; he couldn’t say a word. His aged face was as red and swollen as a pig’s. There was still the red imprint of a palm on his face, and he looked incomparably wretched. He was obviously incapable of giving Shang Yun any guidance.

Shang Yun felt stifled and helpless.

A third elder suddenly said with murderous intent, “Young Friend Shang Yun, if you aren’t worried about the consequences, all you have to do is say the word and we’ll attack Su Yi immediately!”

“I…” Shang Yun started to speak, then hesitated, his face ashen with fury. “Are you deliberately messing with me!?”

The third elder sighed. “If that’s what you think, forgive us, but we cannot assist you.”

The others exchanged glances. They almost couldn’t resist the urge to laugh.

Admittedly, this situation was still incomparably thorny, but seeing Shang Yun and Shang Wushe in such a pathetic state was nonetheless extremely satisfying.

Of late, they’d been far too stifled. Shang Wushe and Shang Yun acted like emperors and ordered them about like servants. They were utterly barbaric.

When anything was any less than perfect, they used the Qilins’ ancestral precept and vow to threaten them. It was even more uncomfortable than swallowing a dead fly, and all of them had bellies full of pent-up anger.

Especially after what had happened in Refreshing Jade Pavilion. Shang Yun, a junior, had demanded they kill Qi Lingjia and Xi Ning. He wasn’t giving the Qilin any face at all. On the contrary, he was walking all over them!

Now, Shang Wushe had been captured alive, and Su Yi was suppressing Shang Yun’s bluster. Seeing him so flustered and pathetic left everyone with the urge to clap and applaud.

Qi Wei said suddenly, “Shang Yun, earlier, you said that you never made concessions in either your pursuit of the Grand Dao or your personal affairs.

“You also said that you were born extraordinary, and that your position and authority within the Great Yin Divine Race was part of your strength. You said you could use your status to suppress others as you see fit, so why is it that you’re suddenly on your knees?”

Every word was barbed.

Shang Yun’s eyes reddened. “You people are doing this on purpose! My clan will be sure to settle this score with you one day!”

His voice was full of loathing.

Su Yi raised his hand, and a sharp edge shot into Shang Yun’s mouth. Blood splashed, and a tongue fell to the ground.

Shang Yun cried out, his face contorted and hideous with agony.

When Xi Ning saw this, she couldn’t help but take another look at Su Yi. Earlier, it was Shang Yun who’d insisted that she be punished by being forced to kneel and kowtow nine times before having her tongue cut out.

There was no doubt about it. Su Yi had heard Shang Yun, and was punishing him accordingly!

“If you’ve got the balls, just kill me! Why resort to such methods to humiliate me?” roared Shang Yun. His tongue had been cut out, but given his cultivation base, it was no trouble to use his divine sense to speak.

Su Yi said, “If you aren’t afraid to die, why not just kill yourself? I didn’t seal your cultivation base precisely because I wanted to give you the opportunity to end yourself.”

Shang Yun’s eyes bulged, instantly bloodshot. “You want me to kill myself? That’s nothing but the ravings of a madman. Let me tell you: you won’t be the only one to die for this. Everyone in the Qilin Race will pay for what you’ve done!”

Qi Jingxiao and the others’ expressions shifted erratically, but none of them said anything. At this point, there was no longer any room to turn things around.

Rather than fretting or second-guessing things, they thought it better to just watch and see how Su Yi handled this.

Shang Yun’s frantic anger left Qi Wei unwittingly stunned. This was an entirely different side of him!

Ordinarily speaking, Shang Yun wore pristine white robes, his bearing cold and indifferent. He acted without reservation, not caring about anything in the slightest.

But now, Qi We understood that he was far from as impressive as she’d imagined. When his life was in peril, he had no dignity left to speak of.

On the contrary, he was raving like a mad dog!

If I marry someone like him, I’ll be frustrated and miserable for the rest of my life, she thought. The idea was viscerally repulsive.

“Come on! If you’ve got the balls, kill me! Do it quickly!” Shang Yun roared like a madman.

Splurt!

Sword qi exploded into being, and Shang Yun’s body crumbled into ash, inch by inch.

In the last moments before his death, his maddened expression gave way to astonishment. It seemed he’d never even considered the possibility that Su Yi would actually dare to kill him.

Qi Jingxiao and the others’ hearts shook. They exchanged glances as they realized that this was now truly irreversible!

Shang Wushe, who Su Yi held aloft like a little chicken, shuddered from head to toe, his expression shifting erratically. He was full of grief and fury.

Shang Yun had been a pureblooded descendant of their race, the direct descendant of their Eternal ancestor! He should have been able to shine during the Dark Days of Legend, and he should have been able to continue his cultivation in the River of Destiny, but now… He was dead!

He’d died in the Qilin Race’s territory, right in front of him!

Su Yi glanced down at Shang Wushe. “If you want to die, just nod.”

It was just one light, airy sentence, but it made Shang Wushe’s whole body quiver. His expression grew incomparably unsightly.

“You’ve touched the threshold of the River of Destiny, but you’re still this useless?” Su Yi laughed derisively and shook his head. “I can tell that you aren’t willing to die by my hand, or by the hands of the Qilin, so you’d best behave yourself. When I go to the Thunderwind Sea, I’ll naturally take you back with me.”

Everyone was flabbergasted. The Thunderwind Sea was the spacetime forbidden zone the Great Yin Divine Race had created.

Su Yi was unquestionably telling them that he planned to visit the Thunderwind Sea and get even with the Great Yin Divine Race!

Shang Wushe glared intently at Su Yi, his swollen face full of undisguisable hatred and fury. He clearly wanted to say something, but he couldn’t get the words out.

As a result, he looked extraordinarily wretched and hideous.

In truth, Su Yi just couldn’t be bothered to listen to what he had to say. After all, it was sure to be nothing but threats. They weren’t even worth paying attention to.

Bang!

Su Yi flipped his palm, sealed Shang Wushe’s cultivation base, and imprisoned him in the Divine Replenishment Furnace.

Then, he swept his gaze across the crowd. “I have hostages. Do you understand what you’re supposed to do now?”

Qi Wei batted her beautiful eyes, then smiled. “I understand! The Qilin Race has been threatened, and out of concern for the hostage’s life, we have no choice but to stay our hands. We must do our utmost to ensure Shang Wushe’s safety!”

The others couldn’t help but smile.

The oppressive atmosphere mellowed considerably.

Just like that, the curtains ended on this storm.

Although everyone knew that they’d sown the seeds of future disasters, and that more trouble was sure to follow… for now, all was well!

“Qi Jingxiao of the later generation of the Qilin Race greets you, Fellow Daoist Su!” Qi Jingxiao brushed off his clothes, then led the others to greet Su Yi. All of them greeted him with the utmost solemnity, and all of them clasped their fists.

The sight left Xi Ning unwittingly stunned. Given Qi Jingxiao and the others’ statuses, there should have been no need for them to greet him with such solemnity!

Qi Wei was stunned, too. Given Father and the others’ positions, they wouldn’t have needed to greet Su Yi’s past lives, Yi Daoxuan and Li Fuyou, with such solemnity, let alone the current Su Yi.

So why are they doing this? And Father even called himself a member of the ‘later generation.’ That’s something a junior does when greeting a senior! It’s way out of place!

How could father and the others do such a thing? Given their wisdom and dispositions, how could they make such a slip in etiquette?

I’m sure there’s more to this than meets the eye!

Xi Ning and Qi Wei weren’t the only ones who were surprised. Su Yi was unwittingly stunned, too.

But then, he mulled it over, and he could just about guess what was going on.