Chapter 101: Wen Xinyun's Trouble

Wen Xinyun descended the mountain.

She headed straight for the place where the foreign king resided.

On the way, she silently contemplated the Life-and-Death Sword passed down by Lin Jiufeng.

At Yuhua Sect, Scripture Pavilion

The sacred beast, Qilin, asked Lin Jiufeng, "Are you really letting her go alone?"

Lin Jiufeng nodded lightly.

"That foreign king may be despicable, but his strength is undeniable. A year ago, he even put some pressure on me," Qilin said seriously.

Lin Jiufeng took a leisurely sip of tea and replied, "I trust Wen Xinyun. She will succeed."

"But what if she fails?" Qilin pressed.

Lin Jiufeng didn't answer. Instead, with a loud boom, his Primordial Spirit expanded, instantly covering ten thousand miles, locking onto Wen Xinyun's whereabouts.

He set down his teacup and declared firmly, "There is no 'what if'!"

Northern Territory, Cangshan Mountains

After severely injuring the Taoist of Peach Blossom Mountain and Master Wufa, the foreign king halted his advance here.

He claimed a mountain peak as his temporary dojo and announced to the world that he would be entering seclusion, not to be disturbed.

At this moment, he was alone in his dojo.

The foreign king was a towering figure with golden hair and piercing blue eyes, hailing from overseas islands. His thick hair, chiseled muscles, and imposing aura set him apart.

On his home island, he had already achieved absolute dominance, ruling as an undisputed sovereign. Yet, he refused to remain confined to a mere island. He longed for more.

So, he crossed the seas and came to the Central Plains.

Upon arrival, he immediately carved a path of destruction across eighty thousand miles, establishing his fearsome reputation.

This secured him a position among the Ten Kings.

However, after joining their ranks, he became far more cautious. Every time he made a move, he carefully selected his target, ensuring he had absolute certainty of victory.

His latest targets, the Taoist of Peach Blossom Mountain and Master Wufa, had been carefully chosen.

"Damn it, I failed," the foreign king muttered angrily.

"If I had succeeded, I could have used the Devouring Heaven Technique to consume their talents. Then, I would have been invincible among the Ten Kings. From there, I could devour the others one by one—capture the Qilin as my mount, extract dragon tendons, strip dragon skin, feast on dragon flesh, and ultimately consume that so-called Human God. That would be true, unparalleled supremacy!"

This was how he had risen to power—by wielding the Devouring Heaven Technique, a sinister ability that allowed him to steal the talents and potential of others, continuously strengthening himself.

Behind him lay countless corpses, bones stacked high.

This time, he had chosen the Taoist of Peach Blossom Mountain and Master Wufa for the same reason.

Absorbing their potential would have cemented his power.

But they escaped.

A wasted effort.

The very thought enraged him.

"But no matter. There's still the Drunken Madman—his talent is terrifying. Plus, he was brutally defeated by that so-called Human God and is even more severely wounded than the other two. He will be an easy target," the foreign king sneered.

Regaining his composure, he stood up, preparing to leave.

But just then, a crisp, emotionless voice rang out—

"Wen Xinyun of Yuhua Sect is here to send you to the underworld!"

The foreign king's eyes twitched in surprise.

When did he provoke the Yuhua Sect?

Since learning that the sect housed three of the Ten Kings, along with the Human God, he had been careful to avoid provoking them.

"Miss Wen, I don't believe I've offended Yuhua Sect," he said.

Though he had learned the local language, his speech was still somewhat awkward.

"You haven't," Wen Xinyun replied.

"Then why come after me?" he asked, his temper flaring.

"Because I don't like you," Wen Xinyun said bluntly.

With that, she unsheathed her sword.

A single slash.

A sword aura shot forth, booming as it cleaved through his dojo, forcing the foreign king to retreat in shock.

"You aren't afraid of losing? Of perishing here?" he snarled, unwilling to engage, still wary of Yuhua Sect.

Wen Xinyun saw through his hesitation and sneered, "You can't escape. Today, you die!"

With those words, she took flight.

One sword to the brow.

One sword to crush mountains.

One sword to sever seas.

Three slashes, forming a triangular trap.

The foreign king had no room to flee—he had no choice but to fight.

"Yuhua Sect is pushing me too far!" he roared.

His aura exploded.

Behind him, the phantom of a vast sky emerged.

He raised his massive hands, and the sky collapsed downwards, crushing space itself.

The impact clashed against Wen Xinyun's three swords—

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A thunderous collision.

Neither side gained the upper hand.

Despite his cruelty, the foreign king was truly powerful. Having relied on the Devouring Heaven Technique to climb the ranks, he now stood among the greatest of his era.

Now, enraged, he unleashed his full strength, bearing the sky upon his back, pressing down upon the world.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

But Wen Xinyun was merciless.

Her cold, emotionless gaze held only killing intent.

"Grasswood Sword Technique!"

This was the technique Lin Jiufeng had taught her.

She had already perfected it.

And she had even evolved it into something entirely new—her own path.

Now, the very heavens and earth transformed into sword energy, surging with her, cascading like an endless river of blades, all crashing toward the foreign king.

The sheer power was overwhelming.

The foreign king bellowed in rage.

"Devour Heaven and Earth!"

A black hole formed behind him, rapidly expanding, swallowing the incoming sword energy.

Then, he lunged.

His massive hands shot forward, aiming to seize Wen Xinyun and crush her.

But her body twisted like flowing water—ungraspable.

Then, in one fluid motion, she spun and struck.

One slash.

Life-and-Death Sword!

This was Lin Jiufeng's ultimate technique.

She had barely begun practicing it, yet she grasped it effortlessly.

Because it was the ultimate evolution of the Grasswood Sword Technique.

Life and death.

Yin and yang.

Black and white.

All fused into a single sword aura, slicing downward.

Boom!

The foreign king's forehead was pierced through.

There was no chance to dodge—she had deliberately gotten close before striking.

The sword energy did not stop there.

It tore through Cangshan Mountains.

Boom!

A five-hundred-mile chasm split the land.

Then—

The mountain exploded.

From within the chasm, a terrifying aura erupted.

"Hahaha! At last, I am free!"

"The mortal world—after thousands of years, I have returned!"

"Freedom! My freedom!"

"Damn dimensional prison—I have escaped!"

"Thank you! Thank you for breaking the weakest point of the dimensional battlefield! I am free!"

A chorus of wild, ecstatic roars filled the sky.

High above, Wen Xinyun was stunned.

…What exactly had she released with that sword?

Meanwhile, back at Yuhua Sect's Scripture Pavilion—

Lin Jiufeng, who had been calmly sipping tea, suddenly froze.

His expression changed drastically.

In an instant, he leaped to his feet and exclaimed—

"Wen Xinyun has caused big trouble!"