Chapter 156: Sent to the Immortal Sect in Wanqiongzhou

Chapter 156: Sent to the Immortal Sect of Wanqiongzhou

No time for further words—the demon cultivators had already discovered them.

As demonic energy spread, the demon cultivators charged.

The black vortex, formed by Xie Xiyi’s forbidden curse, met them head-on, effortlessly shredding the demon cultivators like a paper shredder.

As the blood mist dispersed, Xie Xiyi let out a muffled "Hm?" nasally.

There was a clear hint of confusion in his voice.

Chi Yu asked, "What’s wrong?"

Xie Xiyi didn’t reply, but Chi Yu could feel his body beginning to tense slightly.

Lian Chi’s expression grew solemn. "The rift to the demon realm opened so easily."

Chi Yu’s mind raced as he whispered to Xie Xiyi, "Brother Xuan Ji, can’t your forbidden curse exact a price from these demon cultivators?"

He now understood the principle behind Xie Xiyi’s forbidden curse. While others had to sacrifice something of their own to use forbidden curses, Xie Xiyi extracted the price from others.

Using the enemy’s own energy to kill them—that was a truly hellish irony.

But Xie Xiyi’s earlier reaction seemed exactly like the forbidden curse failing to exact a price from the demon cultivators and instead demanding it from Xie Xiyi himself.

If that were the case, then Xie Xiyi wasn’t invincible. If the demon cultivators kept attacking relentlessly, he would eventually be worn out.

Energy conservation—that cold, hard rule. Even someone as powerful as Xie Xiyi had to abide by it.

Xie Xiyi didn’t deny Chi Yu’s question.

Chi Yu’s heart sank. So it was true. "Is it because the demon cultivators have no destiny or future?"

Xie Xiyi gave a light chuckle. "Perhaps."

He was being vague.

Meanwhile, the vortex of the forbidden curse continued its slaughter.

Chi Yu took hold of Xie Xiyi’s arm. "All right, Brother Xuan Ji, stop killing. Let’s run."

Xie Xiyi said, "Run? I won’t run."

He whispered, "I won’t run anymore."

Hearing this, Chi Yu felt a stir in his heart, his thoughts swirling before finally settling into a radiant smile. "In that case, I'm with you, Brother Xuan Ji."

Lian Chi quietly chimed in, "And me."

Chi Yu asked, "Brother Lian Chi, can you still move?"

Lian Chi replied, "I can."

They drew their swords and soared into the air, joining the black vortex in battling the demon cultivators.

It was a thrilling battle.

It was hard to believe that Chi Yu had only started learning the sword two years ago. His progress was rapid. Though he might still be a bit lacking in sword intent, he was already a qualified sword cultivator.

Xie Xiyi stood on the ground, his gaze locked intently on Chi Yu through his mask. He watched as Chi Yu moved with grace and agility, swift as a startled swan, fluid as a swimming dragon.

Yet his movements were crisp and precise, his sword intent like a whirlwind, so fast that afterimages appeared as he easily cut down demon cultivators at the Golden Core Stage and below.

Xie Xiyi couldn’t help but recall when Chi Yu first started learning the sword—holding a sword manual in one hand while scratching his head in frustration with the other. Clearly, his education was lacking; he didn’t even understand the most basic sword chant: "Three gates of swordplay: left, center, right; right like a tiger, center like a snake, left like a dragon. The blade’s momentum appears before the hand, behind the body; turning left, advancing swiftly to the dragon gate…【1】" Yet he had the nerve to ask for help.

Xie Xiyi had found it amusing at the time. If he didn’t even understand these basic chants, how had he managed to comprehend cultivation methods and reach the Foundation Establishment Stage in his teens?

In fact, Xie Xiyi had once suspected Chi Yu of pulling a trick to get closer to him. But every time he looked into Chi Yu’s clear, transparent eyes, such suspicions would vanish without a trace.

After learning the basic sword chants, Chi Yu practiced with great force and precision, yet his movements looked less like those of a sword cultivator and more like a street performer doing a sword dance.

Starting sword training at seventeen was already extremely late. Yet now, at just eighteen and a half years old, Chi Yu had achieved this level in less than two years—a testament to his remarkable comprehension.

Xie Xiyi, wearing his mask, didn’t realize how intense and burning his gaze had become as he watched.

His heart surged with pride: This was someone he had personally taught.

Perhaps he had felt this way before and taken pleasure in it. But now, his feelings were different—a thousand times more satisfying and joyful.

His influence was woven into every aspect of Chi Yu’s being.

He even felt grateful that he had generously shared so many cultivation methods and sword techniques with Chi Yu.

The cultivation method Chi Yu used was given by him, the sword chants were taught by him, the sword techniques were personally instructed by him…

Even as the forbidden curse continuously extracted a price from Xie Xiyi while slaughtering the demon cultivators, it barely affected him emotionally. Yet, seeing Chi Yu so spirited and radiant, Xie Xiyi couldn’t help but laugh with excitement.

Though they were far apart, Chi Yu kept an eye on Xie Xiyi and could sense slight shifts in his mood. He wanted to ask, "What are you so happy about?"

But he didn’t. Instead, Xie Xiyi’s joyous mood rubbed off on him a bit, making his own eyes burn a little brighter.

"Brother Long, this isn’t working. As long as that rift remains open, the demon cultivators will keep coming endlessly. We can’t kill them all," Lian Chi said.

Chi Yu’s face was spattered with droplets of blood. The contrast of red against his pale skin made his killing intent boil, radiating the aura of a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator. He said, "The rift won’t last long. Hold on—we can’t let these demon cultivators spread."

Everyone knew how troublesome demon cultivators were.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been suppressed into the demon realm.

Chi Yu added, "We can’t let Brother Xuan Ji keep killing these demon cultivators. If it really comes to it, we’ll retreat."

Having overheard their earlier conversation, Lian Chi now knew Xuan Ji’s weakness. He nodded. One must act within their limits. With so many demon cultivators, it was clear they couldn’t handle them all. There was no point in pushing beyond their abilities.

Two incense sticks’ worth of time passed, and demon cultivators continued to pour out of the rift endlessly.

Chi Yu and Lian Chi had slain many demon cultivators, but it was like trying to put out a fire with a cup of water. This wasn’t a problem two people could solve.

Xie Xiyi’s forbidden curse was also at work, taking out demon cultivators above the Nascent Soul Stage in waves, including those who tried to flee upon sensing the danger. They were all eliminated by subtle forbidden curses.

And all of this was draining the stored Spirit of cultivators from Xie Xiyi.

By now, it was nearly exhausted.

Xie Xiyi sighed. "What a hassle."

With that, he held back no longer. Black mist detached from his body, swelling into a tidal wave that surged fiercely toward the demon cultivators.

No matter how many there were, the black mist devoured them all. Even if the demon cultivators used every means to defend themselves, the slightest touch would draw them in.

Chi Yu and Lian Chi stared dumbfounded as the black mist engulfed the demonic cultivators. Lian Chi stammered, "What kind of move is this black mist on Brother Xuan Ji?"

Chi Yu said uncertainly, "...Space?"

He had been inside that black mist space—an endless expanse of darkness, vast and bitterly cold, like a highly efficient refrigerator (lol).

But he never expected Brother Xuan Ji’s black mist could be used like this.

Soon, the black mist drifted near the rift, spreading out like a giant net, lying in wait like catching rabbits at the stump.

Chi Yu: "..."

Lian Chi was utterly shocked, his voice trailing off as he said, "...So powerful, Brother Xuan Ji."

Chi Yu agreed, "Yes, Brother Xuan Ji is actually this strong."

To be a major villain, one must have the credentials—and this is the strongest capital of all.

However, the Xie Xiyi from the original work didn’t possess such abilities.

Chi Yu’s thoughts wandered: in the original story, Xie Xiyi was a peerless genius, quick to learn anything, his cultivation leaving everyone in the dust—but he never dabbled in forbidden techniques.

The combat system in *Divine Path* was quite rigorous. Although forbidden techniques existed among immortal sects, they were rarely used, only deployed during the great war against the demon realm.

Now, Xie Xiyi knowing forbidden curses is simply a dimensional attack.

Before they knew it, the rift finally closed.

The black mist, expanded into a giant net, surged and contracted, drifting back slowly like a dark cloud before returning to Xie Xiyi’s side.

Chi Yu flew over and landed beside him, asking, "Brother Xuan Ji, are those demonic cultivators dead?"

Xie Xiyi replied, "No."

His tone was light, carrying a hint of laughter as he said, "I’ve only imprisoned them."

Chi Yu asked, "Is there a lot of space inside?"

Xie Xiyi chuckled softly, "Naturally."

Chi Yu said, "That’s the perfect prison. But keeping them locked up forever isn’t a solution—we need to find a way to eliminate them all."

Xie Xiyi’s voice grew low and hoarse, "Send them to Wanqiong Continent."

Chi Yu: "..."

How devilish. But Chi Yu straightened up and said seriously, "That’s not appropriate. Wanqiong Continent has mortals too."

Xie Xiyi laughed heartily, "Then send them into the immortal sects of Wanqiong Continent. With the mountain-protecting arrays, they won’t be able to escape."

Chi Yu: "..."

Good idea. As expected of the great villain, Brother Xuan Ji.

Author's Note:

Xie 11: A villain under his real name

【1】References the foundational sword technique.