First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 1088 - I’m Su Xuanjun, and He’s My Disciple

Wang Que whipped around.0

There, beneath the darkness of the night sky, he saw an old man in golden robes walking over from afar. He had the air of a Daoist immortal, and he’d appeared out of nowhere.0

There was a silver, vertical eye on his forehead. It was a strange, unsettling sight.0

A middle-aged man in ink-black robes walked alongside him.0

“Brother Xie! Why are you here?” The white-haired old man promptly rose and led the Wang Family higher-ups over. They all greeted the man in dark robes, one after another.0

“Que’er, rein it in a little. The man in dark robes is High Elder Xie Yunchuan of the Divine Blue Lightning Sect. He’s your eldest apprentice brother’s right-hand man, and he has an extremely high status in the Abstruse Force Alliance,” Wang Zhongyuan transmitted without any change in expression. He feared nothing more than Wang Que implicating them.1

But Wang Que didn’t even look at Xie Yunchuan. Instead, his knife-like gaze was locked onto the old man in golden robes.0

“Should I take that as you being unconvinced, you ‘filial’ child?” The golden-robed old man laughed derisively, mocking Wang Que without the slightest politeness right in front of the Wang Family higher-ups. It was a blatant display of contempt.0

Everyone reacted differently.0

Wang Que’s eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he was just about to say something when his father arrived by his side and transmitted, “Que’er, even if you hate me, please. This is no time to cause a disturbance. Take it as… me begging you.”0

Wang Que was stunned. He glanced at his father out of the corner of his eyes, and he saw the deep concern all over his face.0

His heart shook, and he felt a complex mixture of emotions, but he wasn’t at all pleased.0

When the black-robed, middle-aged Xie Yunchuan saw this, he smiled and tried to smooth things over. “Everyone, allow me to introduce you. This senior is an emissary from the Studio of the Heart. Even His Excellency holds him in the highest regard.”1

The emissary of the Studio of the Heart!0

Those present were visibly moved, and their expressions filled with reverence. 0

“Senior, you’ve graced us with a late-night visit, but we failed to welcome you properly. Please, forgive us,” said the white-haired elder, going so far as to clasp his fist and apologize. He couldn’t have been any politer.0

The golden-robed old man ran his fingers through his beard and said slowly, “No need to waste words. I’ve come to the Wang Family with important business, but before we discuss that, I’d like to request your assistance.”0

The white-haired old man smiled. “The opportunity to assist you is our honor. Might I ask what you’d like us to assist you with, Senior?”0

The other Wang Family higher-ups looked over.0

The golden-robed old man, however, looked at Wang Que and motioned with his head toward him. He said coldly, “First, detain the Wang Family’s filial son. I have use for him.”0

This light, airy declaration startled everyone present. The atmosphere was instantly stifled and oppressive.0

Wang Zhongyuan’s expression abruptly shifted. He promptly stepped forward and clasped his fist. “Senior, if my son offended you, please, out of consideration for the Wang Family…”0

The old man in golden robes snorted coldly and interrupted, “All you need to do is carry out my orders!”0

He spoke with dignity, and it was clearly an order.0

Wang Zhongyuan’s expression instantly turned unsightly.0

The white-haired old man then whipped around and glared at Wang Que. He bellowed, “Scoundrel! Why haven’t you apologized to our senior? Be quick about it!”0

Wang Que said with cold indifference, “Were our ancestors to see you licking an outsider’s boots like this, how disappointed would they be?”0

“You…” The white-haired old man’s hair and beard bristled with anger.0

But just as he was about to say something, the golden-robed old man said coldly, “Didn’t you hear me? Capture him!”0

His voice boomed like thunder, reverberating throughout the hall.0

Wang Que had already been on the verge of losing control of his murderous intent, and he planned to attack. 0

But now, he held back. He wanted to see how the family’s old-timers would react!0

The group led by the white-haired old man hesitated, their expressions shifting and uncertain.0

A thin middle-aged man in gray couldn’t help but say, “Senior, if you want us to capture Wang Que, shouldn’t you give us a reason?”0

“A reason? It’s my decision, and all you need to do is accept it. Anything else is just disrespect!” The golden-robed old man’s eyes flashed, and he swung his sleeves.0

Bang!0

The thin middle-aged man in gray was ruthlessly sent flying. He landed over a hundred feet away, bleeding from the seven apertures of his face. His chest was caved in, and he lay there, severely injured.0

This scene left everyone startled!0

The middle-aged man in gray was called Wang Bojing, and he was a Profound Serenity Emperor, but he couldn’t take even a single hit from the old man in gold!0

Xie Yunchuan sighed. “Everyone, you’d best do as Senior commands and capture Wang Que quickly.”0

Everyone still hesitated.0

“If you want to capture my son, you’ll have to kill me first!” Wang Zhongyuan suddenly stepped forward and shielded Wang Que. He alone faced the old man in golden robes, and his expression was decisive.0

“Family Head!” Numerous old-timers’ expressions shifted.0

When Wang Que saw his father shield him, an irrepressible warm current flowed through him.0

“Ah, a benevolent father and a filial son!” The golden-robed elder laughed coldly.0

He suddenly stretched out his hand to strike Wang Zhongyuan.0

The crowd held their breath; the power within that palm strike was so oppressive that it bore down on even their hearts and souls.0

Wang Zhongyuan’s face was deathly pallid, and his body stiffened. He was obviously under even greater pressure than the rest of them, but he neither retreated nor dodged. Instead, he fought back with everything he had.0

Clang!0

The impassioned hum of a sword rang out as Wang Que struck without hesitation. He stepped forward to defend his father, and his Dao Sword slashed the air.0

Boom!0

A deafening impact rang out. Wang Que’s sword shook violently in his grip, and he couldn’t help but take several steps back. His face was a bit pallid.0

What terrifying power! Is this the power of an expert of the Studio of the Heart?0

The Wang Family members felt chills course through their hearts.0

Wang Que was already at the peak of the Profound Serenity Realm. His seniority might be low, but going by strength, he had no equal in the family.0

Yet now, a single palm strike had forced him back!0

“Que’er, are you alright?” Wang Zhongyuan said with obvious concern.0

“I’m fine. Father, step aside and just watch.” Wang Que took a deep breath and suppressed his churning blood and qi. His aura was instantly forceful as he circulated his cultivation base to unprecedented heights.0

“Hah? Not simple, huh? You really are the Swordmaster of Abstruse Force’s fifth legacy disciple. Here in the Wilds, your cultivation base and foundation are far beyond others of the same realm,” the golden-robed old man laughed coldly. “Alas, in my eyes, you’re still far too weak.”0

Boom!0

He took a step forward and slashed his palm through the air. A swath of radiant, misty light surged forth, like ink outlining a cage. It bore down on the air and enveloped Wang Que.0

Even just watching from afar, it seemed there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.0

And that was indeed the case. The cage’s power had already covered everything on all sides, like an inescapable net!0

“Break!” Wang Que swung his sword with all his might.0

Boom!0

Sword light pierced the heavens, and firelight scattered.0

This slash represented the sum total of Wang Que’s studies, and it could have easily executed an opponent of the same level.0

But for all its power, it couldn’t so much as shake this cage!0

Wang Que’s pupils constricted, and he thrust his sword with everything he had.0

Bang!!!0

A deafening blast rang out.0

Terrifying pressure bore down on Wang Que’s sword, and it gradually contorted.0

And Wang Que himself? His blood and qi surged, but even when he drew upon his full power, it was to no avail!0

Crunch! Crunch!0

One hairline crack after another appeared upon the blade. The stone beneath Wang Que’s feet was covered in the power of formations, but it still couldn’t withstand that terrifying pressure. Suddenly, a startling rift appeared in the floor. Fragments of stone and a rain of the light of the formation scattered.0

Everyone’s hearts shook.0

The white-haired old man shouted, “Que’er, if you remain stubborn, you’ll only get yourself killed! Quick, come quietly. His Excellency Pi Mo is your senior apprentice brother; there’s no way he’ll hurt you!”0

Wang Que was still resisting with all his might. When he heard that, his lungs practically burst with fury.0

Bad enough that these old farts are just standing back and watching as an outsider bullies me. Now, they’re even telling me to lower my head? They simply couldn’t be any more despicable!0

“Que’er!” Wang Zhongyuan cried out in alarm and charged forward to help.0

A moment later, the power of the cage forced him back. He fell to the floor and coughed up blood.0

But he didn’t care. He crawled back to his feet and tried again, his hair loose and disheveled, as if he’d gone mad.0

“Family Head!”0

“Go! Fight together!” Some of the Wang Family old-timers were stricken with grief, and they charged over to help Wang Zhongyuan attack the cage, heedless of all other concerns.0

Off in the distance, the group led by the white-haired old man looked at each other. 0

“Hmph! Mantises trying to block a chariot!” The golden-robed old man’s sleeves billowed, and he struck several times in rapid succession.0

With every strike, an older-generation member of the Wang Family was sent flying.0

In the blink of an eye, Wang Zhongyuan and the others lay sprawled out across the ground.0

“Was this really necessary?” Xue Yunchuan had been watching from the sidelines. He couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh.1

“Que’er! Don’t kick up a fuss any longer. Can’t you see that your father and the others got hurt because of you? You’re not going to just stand back and watch them die, are you!?” the white-haired old man bellowed. He couldn’t have been any more furious. 0

Wang Que ignored him.0

The cage’s pressure had almost destroyed his sword, and it would soon seal his cultivation base. He really was in dire peril!0

“Father, stop! Don’t fight anymore!” Wang Que bellowed.0

He’d just watched his injured father stagger to his feet and charge. The rims of Wang Que’s eyes reddened, and he felt a sour twinge in his nose.0

“You’re the qilin son of the Wang Family, and more importantly, you’re my child. How could I… How could I just watch as something happened to you!?” Wang Zhongyuan gnashed his teeth, his expression utterly determined as he charged at the cage once more.0

A hint of disdain appeared in the golden-robed old man’s expression. An egg flinging himself against a rock. Ultimately, he’s just seeking out his own destruction!0

But it was then that a calm voice resounded from afar.0

“He isn’t just your son. I’m Su Xuanjun, and he’s my disciple. Even if a god or immortal descended from the heavens, they couldn’t touch him!” 0

As this voice rang out, a streak of sword qi flashed into being.0

The cage bearing down on Wang Que shattered like paper mache. A rain of light scattered, followed by nonstop rumbling.0

The golden-robed old man’s pupils constricted.0

Now that he’d escaped disaster, Wang Que relaxed, and his expression filled with mad delight.0

As that calm voice rang out, everyone present felt their hearts shake with disbelief. All of them instinctively looked at the same place.0

There, standing beneath the distant night sky, they saw a tall, upright figure walking toward them.0

In his blue robes, he looked extraordinary and transcendent. Against the inky darkness of the night, he looked like a banished immortal. The moment he arrived, he became the center of attention.