Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 269 - 184: The Mysterious Room

Chapter 269: Chapter 184: The Mysterious Room

"Ten kings bestow death."

"Nine suns blaze, and annihilation reaches all directions!"

"...Three suns prosper, Double Edged Life Stealing."

Boom!

The myriad of sword lights atop Three Immortals Mountain dazzles onlookers, and the enormous Blood Cauldron emits boundless sinister energy, the overwhelming shadows of blood rising from below like evil ghosts from Hell, attempting to drag down the woman in white from the skies.

Yet, the numerous flying swords circling around the peak of Three Immortals Mountain merely emit screeching noises. Accompanied by the woman’s cold shout, they fall in droves, unstoppable.

The number of sword lights continues to dwindle from ten thousand initially to one thousand, then to a hundred, and ten, and finally...

"One Soul Suppressing Sword!"

Bai Yu’s previously blurry vision suddenly sharpened.

Clang—

Two figures overlap, the iron wire slashing towards her head; she barely catches it, but loses her balance from the harsh impact, retreating repeatedly.

Just as she was about to counterattack, she found the simple iron wire had taken the opportunity to strike her wrist downward, forcefully flicking her iron sword high into the air before it heavily fell to the ground.

"This sword..."

Staring blankly at the iron sword on the ground, her expression carried neither annoyance nor resignation, because the stroke Jiang Feng had swung towards her reminded her of a night twenty-one years ago.

That year a Demon Cultivator descended upon the world, turning Three Immortals Mountain blood-red. The three nearby towns encountered disaster; their residents were trapped and refined within, becoming one with the Blood Cauldron.

She too, unfortunately, became one of them. Her entire family, young and old, were trapped within the town, unable to escape. Although pleas had been made to the immortals of Purple Cloud Immortal Palace for rescue, they had already given up hope.

Even her grandfather had fallen to the enemy, unable to even protect his family. They could only watch helplessly as the elders were thrown into the cauldron to be made into Blood Slaves.

Cries of despair, resentment, and wailing filled the town.

That night, with the gates wide open, a demon with blood streaks confidently marched into the town. She only remembered her parents standing in front of her, no, in front of everyone.

Just as her parents were preparing to fight to the death...

A white figure descended from the sky, a silhouette she would never forget in her lifetime.

Despite it being late at night, the celestial being still shone so brilliantly under the moonlight. With a sword seal in hand, tens of thousands of flying swords in her palm seemed to possess a life of their own, divine and ethereal, erasing the shadows of blood where they touched.

The earth-shaking battle continued for two full days without pause, sword lights dancing over Three Immortals Mountain, and the Blood Cauldron burst into soaring blood-light.

Half a day after the woman in white appeared, countless disciples from the Immortal Sect also arrived to assist, ensuring the escape of the locals to safety.

Wielding the Tangxi longsword unsheathed, the sword shadows she created tore through the blood screen! Countless severed limbs and body parts scattered everywhere, staining the sky red!

Everyone who witnessed this scene fled in terror.

But only one person did not wish to leave.

That person was Bai Yu.

As a child, her eyes sparkled as she engraved the scene into her mind, never to forget, leading her now to walk the Sword Dao, seeking the same realm as that immortal.

The sword movement that eventually became "one" has sustained her all along, for fully twenty-one years.

Thud!

The sound of the iron sword hitting the ground was somewhat dull, snapping Bai Yu out of her reverie.

Given her physical body at the Core Formation Stage, naturally, she would not lose her mobility immediately. Her brow furrowed tightly, the recent exchange had her completely immersed, the nearly two-hour long battle undoubtedly stirring her competitive spirit.

Whether within her family or outside, Bai Yu had never encountered a match in her age group—eighteen for Foundation Establishment, twenty-seven for Core Formation. With her talent and capability, given another ten years, she might even attempt Nascent Soul.

Though her cultivation speed was not as rapid as that of the Direct Disciples from a Great Sect, it was certainly not inferior to other inner sect disciples from other families, particularly since Bai Yu was considered a Loose Cultivator.

Although she had a family legacy, she lacked formal guidance from a renowned master and didn’t possess plentiful cultivation resources. Her natural talent was quite remarkable, placing her at a level where any sect in the Cultivation World would welcome her.

She didn’t want to avoid combat with others of higher realms or similar realms; she simply chose the most secure methods.

After all, she had witnessed a Sword Immortal forever seal the demon that destroyed her homeland with three stones. The sword light, even twenty-one years later, had not yet faded.

Now to be completely suppressed in all aspects by a junior nearly ten years younger at the Foundation Establishment level, naturally, she felt discontent.

She activated her Spiritual Energy to recall the longsword that had been flung away, gripping it tightly in her palm—a subconscious reaction for anyone when disarmed.

However, as she picked up the longsword intending to strike back, she found her junior, who was ten years younger, already sitting on the ground.

"Why are you... oh."

She realized.

The two had initially sparred purely based on skill. The moment she used her Spiritual Energy, she was already defeated, not to mention being disarmed. She immediately placed the longsword down, raised her index and middle fingers, with thumb and ring finger looped.

Bending her elbow obliquely in front of her chest, she formed a sword seal. After losing, sword cultivators would need to salute each other in this manner; although Purple Cloud Palace might not have this custom, she still fully demonstrated the demeanor of a family’s lady.

"Thank you, Brother Jiang, for the instruction."

Her tone was undoubtedly much more humble than before—even if Jiang Feng’s realm was lower than hers, in terms of swordsmanship, he was indeed stronger, no wonder the Sword Immortal had taken him as a disciple.

"No... no need for politeness, you really, truly can fight."