Chapter 151.2: He Is Truly Insane, Killing A Yin Spirit’s Envoy?!

Seven days later.

In the endless mountain ranges, Qi Yuan wore his blood-colored robes, a sword on his back. Blood Qi swirled endlessly around the blade.

The black-robed Xu Yeli stood beside him, clutching his suona. His expression was uneasy. The Blood-Clothed Sword God’s declaration of the Bright Palace’s annihilation had Xu Yeli in a chokehold. Xu Yeli had never taken that vow seriously before, but could it be that the man was really going to do it?

Qi Yuan sighed. "What a pity. You’re the only one who’ll play music for me as I destroy Bright Palace."

Without three hundred Supremes performing, something felt missing.

Xu Yeli's heart tightened. Even now, the Sword God still thought about musical accompaniment. He truly was a divine madman.

"Senior, when do we depart?" he asked with complex feelings.

Truthfully, he was afraid. Unlike the previous skirmishes, they were going to Bright Palace Headquarters itself. If the Blood-Clothed Sword God fell, he would surely die.

Qi Yuan soared into the sky. "We’re here now, so it’s time."

Xu Yeli followed, gritting his teeth.

At that moment, countless eyes across mountains and cities were fixed on Bright Palace Headquarters. When they saw the blood-red streak across the heavens, shock spread.

"The Blood-Clothed Sword God has come."

"He actually dared to come!"

"No matter the outcome, this battle will be remembered for ages."

"I hope he kills as many Violet Palaces as he can before he dies..."

"Stay far away, we don't want to be collateral damage."

Suddenly, Qi Yuan halted in mid-air. An immortal carriage blocked his path. Drawn by six Nascent Soul Violet Lightning Mad Lions, it was both imposing and majestic.

From within, came a haughty voice. "Are you the Blood-Clothed Sword God?"

"I am." Qi Yuan replied, his expression cold. The roadblock put him in a foul mood.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a snow-white arm extended outward, presenting a glowing decree. "The Yin Spirit has issued a decree. The feud between the Bright Palace and the Blood-Clothed Sword God shall end here."

Carved on the decree was a single large word, ‘Spirit,’ radiating a terrifying pressure. Anyone who saw it, be they Nascent Soul or Violet Palace, would feel an instinctive, absolute pressure bearing down on them.

Qi Yuan burst out laughing. "

Which

Yin Spirit?"

Hearing his tone, the woman dressed in imperial attire slightly furrowed her brow. "From Heaven Earth Cave, Venerable Ye Qiong."

The grand palace master had visited this Yin Spirit before returning to the Bright Palace.

"Never heard of him," Qi Yuan said lazily. "He's not a police or a judge. He has no right to control me."

Behind him, Xu Yeli broke out in cold sweat.

The Blood-Clothed Sword God’s courage is insane! This is a Yin Spirit we’re talking about!

Hearing this, the noble woman could no longer restrain herself. She alighted from the carriage, her phoenix eyes filled with overbearing arrogance. "You dare defy His Excellency's order?! You're courting death!"

Having served Ye Qiong for thousands of years, she had never met a Violet Palace cultivator who didn't bow respectfully before her. Even Violet Palace experts were humble like dust before a Yin Spirit. Hence, Qi Yuan's attitude filled her with contempt.

"I'm courting death?" Qi Yuan's eyes glinted with killing intent. "It seems to me that you are."

He had been flying in high spirits, blood-energy surging, ready to smash the Bright Palace in one fell swoop. And yet, someone dared halt him mid-flight. Worse, it was a bossy old woman. How could he not be furious? Now, she even dared to threaten him?

The noblewoman stared at Qi Yuan, stunned, as if her most loyal follower had suddenly refused to bow before her. "His Excellency only spared you because you had some talent. He wished to resolve past grudges and save your life. It seems you truly are foolish beyond your knowledge! Very well, Blood-Clothed Sword God, everything you said today, I will report word for word to Venerable Ye Qiong!"

With that, the woman flicked her sleeve and entered the immortal carriage. Even though her heart seethed with killing intent, she was no match for him. Otherwise, with her temperament, she would’ve attacked on the spot. When she returned, she’d definitely embellish the matter before Venerable Ye Qiong. The Blood-Clothed Sword God was done for!

All Violet Palace and Nascent Soul cultivators who witnessed the scene were shocked, whispering among themselves.

"The Blood-Clothed Sword God is far too fierce, he actually offended a Yin Spirit envoy just like that!"

"If he weren't bold, would he dare walk straight into the headquarters of the Bright Palace?"

"What a pity. Offending Venerable Ye Qiong... Even if he manages to survive the Bright Palace, there will be no place for him in the Eastern Lands."

In the next instant, their shock deepened.

"Did I say you could?" Qi Yuan said, his voice coming from above the heavens, full of bloodlust. "You may go, but your corpse stays."

He unsheathed his sword, and blood qi surged to the sky. Inner Demon Lure fused with the sword, turning into a streak of blood-red light that pierced straight through the woman's chest.

Her face froze in disbelief, like a manipulative femme fatale shocked that her devoted lapdog no longer obeyed. "You—you're insane..."

She could not comprehend it.

How dare he?! To a Yin Spirit’s envoy?!

"Die!" Qi Yuan attacked again.

One simple swing, one ultimate strike. Just like that, a mere mid-stage Violet Palace cultivator perished in his hands.

With a wave of his hand, her storage pouch fell into his grasp. Qi Yuan took one look inside, and his brows arched with delight. "Beautiful kill, elegant kill, absolutely glorious kill!"

All his anger vanished instantly. The woman was loaded! She had two Heaven-tier cultivation manuals!

Qi Yuan glanced at her mangled corpse, wearing a look of remorse. "I'm sorry. If I'd known you were this rich, I wouldn't have raised my voice earlier."

He tried hard to squeeze out an ounce of emotion, but nothing came. His conclusion? The so-called white moonlight wasn't worth deep affection.

Meanwhile, all the cultivators watching fell into dead silence.

The Blood-Clothed Sword God killed a Yin Spirit’s envoy? He’s burning all bridges!

No matter the outcome with the Bright Palace, the Blood-Clothed Sword God would have no place left in the Eastern Lands!

Naturally, Qi Yuan did not know their thoughts. Even if he did, he wouldn't care.

Looking at the immortal carriage, he recalled what the Great Sun Flame Emperor had once told him. If he encountered a crisis involving Yin Spirits, he could invoke the name of Lord Wind.

Thus, he calmly said to the carriage, "Lord Wind."

After that, he turned into a blood-red streak and vanished.

***

Within the Bright Palace, fifty-six Violet Palace cultivators gathered. Everyone wore solemn expressions.

The grand palace master bathed in radiant light, his eyes filled with astonishment. "The Blood-Clothed Sword God has killed Venerable Ye Qiong's envoy."

"What?" Zi Ran turned pale, then immediately became delighted. "He's seeking death!"

The second palace master said in a gentle, cultured tone, "No wonder he dared to come to our headquarters. He isn’t faking insanity. He really is insane."

Otherwise, how could he dare do such a thing? Even Pavilion Master Wutian likely wouldn't dare storm into their headquarters, let alone kill a Yin Spirit’s envoy along the way.

"

Ah

, what misfortune, provoking such a lunatic." The second palace master sighed, almost pitying the nine Violet Palaces who had died earlier.

The grand palace master declared, "After we execute the Blood-Clothed Sword God, I will personally bring his corpse to pay respects before Venerable Ye Qiong."

Since the lunatic had offended Venerable Ye Qiong, eliminating him would present the grand palace master with a useful connection.

Some of Violet Palace cultivators were thrilled, while others appeared deeply worried.

The grand palace master's gaze was profound. Tucked within his sleeve, the Emperor Dragon Shock Crown lay dormant. It was his greatest reliance, the foundation of the Bright Palace's millennia-long rule. Even the Yin Spirits would not casually oppose them.

Nevertheless, the fact remained that the Yin Spirit artifact was damaged. It required the Hundred Nations Blood War to restore it to its true function as a Yin Spirit weapon. He didn’t intend to use it today.

Zi Ran said angrily, "We gave him a chance to reconcile. Since he refused and came seeking death, we can only grant his wish."

Everyone shared the sentiment.

The Bright Palace had shown tremendous sincerity, even offering apologies, yet the lunatic not only refused but came to court death!

Just then, someone urgently cried, "He's coming!"

The fifty-six Violet Palace cultivators all looked up toward the horizon. All they saw was red. A blood-colored light streaked through the sky, exuding murderous intent so dense it dyed the heavens crimson. The eerie, ghostly blood-red sky filled all who saw it with instinctive fear.

Qi Yuan stood proudly in the air, handsome beyond comparison. The sword on his back quivered, eager to unsheathe itself and suck the world dry.

He swept his gaze over the grand structures ahead and said lazily, "Leave now, and I’ll spare your lives."

There were no weaklings in the headquarters. Even the weakest were Nascent Souls.

Zi Ran sneered. "What arrogant words!"

Qi Yuan cast him a sidelong glance. "I brush my teeth every day, no bad breath here. But you? You haven't brushed in a few hundred years, have you? You're stinking up the place. Is halitosis your Origin Divine Technique? How mighty it is! I’m hurt."

Zi Ran's face turned blue, then red. "You sharp-tongued brat!"

Below, the Violet Palaces and Nascent Souls gazed up at Qi Yuan with heavy expressions. None bore the nonchalant ease that he did.

This battle was inevitable.

Blood clouds drowned the palace. Over fifty Violet Palaces and a thousand Nascent Souls stood arranged in formation, tension hanging in the air.

Qi Yuan swept his gaze over the thousands of cultivators. He saw many white-haired elders and nodded in satisfaction. "The Bright Palace truly lives up to being the number one power of the Cuiyun Continent. All my favorite old men gathered in one place."

Qualified old men. Qualified white moonlights.

He snapped his fingers. Behind him, Xu Yeli trembled as he lifted the suona. It was his first time performing before so many Violet Palaces.

The mournful sound of the suona echoed across the battlefield. The killing intent reached its peak.

Qi Yuan's eyes gleamed with cruelty. "Let's begin the slaughter!"