Chapter 121: The Ghost Fiend Sect

"Very well, come with me then."

Su Yifan said this and prepared to leave with Lin Changkong.

Just then, A-Tai walked up to the carcass of the python-dragon and exclaimed, "Sect Master, the body of this demonic beast is an incredible treasure. We could transport it back to the sect."

"That may be so, but the body of this python-dragon is gargantuan. It is easier said than done to move it back," Mo Xingtian said, shaking his head.

He knew all too well that the beast's remains were valuable, but retrieving them was no simple task.

"That's easy enough."

As A-Tai spoke, he drew his sword and struck the python-dragon's body with all his might.

*Clang!*

When the longsword hit the scales, a harsh, metallic sound rang out. The next instant, the sword in A-Tai's hand shattered into several pieces.

"What?" A-Tai stared at the broken sword in disbelief. With his own strength combined with a blade forged from fine steel, he hadn't even managed to scratch the creature!

"Let me try."

As soon as Mo Xingtian finished speaking, he swung his own sword at the beast’s body.

*Clang!*

A crisp sound followed, and the python-dragon’s body remained completely unscathed. Seeing this, Mo Xingtian and the disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect widened their eyes.

What! Are the scales of this demonic beast that tough? Even the Sect Master couldn't cut through them!

Observing their reaction, Su Yifan calmly uttered two words: "Step aside."

As soon as he spoke, all the disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect turned to look at him. What is this kid doing? If our Sect Master can’t even scratch this beast, what makes you think you can?

Mo Xingtian, aware of Su Yifan's prowess, didn't waste time and stepped aside.

"Look closely. This is not how you use a sword."

As he finished speaking, Su Yifan raised his right hand, forming his fingers into a blade, and made a few casual motions through the air. Having done this, he grabbed Lin Changkong and flew away.

Only after he had left did the Qingyun Sword Sect disciples finally break their silence:

"Is this kid just here for a joke?"

"Does he think he's a Sword Saint? 'Forming a sword with fingers,' it’s hilarious."

"Sect Master, are you sure he was the one who saved you and the elders?"

...

Mo Xingtian looked at the python-dragon's carcass, and seeing no changes, he was about to speak. But at that moment, A-Tai’s voice rang out.

"Sect Master, look!"

Hearing the excitement in A-Tai's voice, Mo Xingtian hurried over to check. The next second, he stood frozen in place.

"What! It... it actually cut through!"

As he spoke, the disciples crowded around. Upon closer inspection, they discovered that every two meters along the python-dragon's body, there was a fine, hair-thin sword mark. The entire body had been neatly sliced apart. The reason they hadn't noticed earlier was that the cuts were as thin as a strand of hair.

They all wore expressions of embarrassment.

"Sect Master, what exactly is his level of power?" A-Tai couldn't help but ask. Previously, he had assumed Su Yifan was roughly on par with him, perhaps a Martial Grandmaster at most. Now it was clear he had severely underestimated him. To form a blade with one's fingers—something even their Sect Master could not do—spoke volumes about the true extent of the stranger's power.

Mo Xingtian sighed. "I only know that this python-dragon was a Tier 3 demonic beast, and he killed it with his own hands."

Silence fell over the scene.

...

Meanwhile, guided by Lin Changkong, Su Yifan soon arrived before the gates of the Ghost Fiend Sect.

They had barely landed when they were immediately surrounded.

"Who are you to dare trespass into our Ghost Fiend Sect? Do you have a death wish?" two gate-guarding disciples barked.

"We are—"

*Bang! Bang!*

Before Lin Changkong could finish his sentence, Su Yifan flicked his hand, and the two disciples were instantly reduced to twin mists of blood.

"Why waste words on them? We are here to kill, not to visit relatives."

"Yes, Senior, I understand." Lin Changkong gulped. This guy was ruthless. He had been planning to talk their way in and find an opening to strike the leader first, but before he could even finish his sentence, the two guards were already gone.

A moment later, they walked through the gates. They were immediately surrounded by dozens of disciples, led by an elderly man in black robes.

The old man squinted at Su Yifan, but when his gaze landed on Lin Changkong, his stern expression softened.

"I wondered who it was. If it isn't the Second Elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect. What? Did you come early to deliver the medicinal herbs?"

"I didn't expect you to actually retrieve the Datura Flower. Well then, hand it over." He held out a hand.

Lin Changkong didn't speak, instead looking toward Su Yifan.

"Where is your Sect Master? Call him out," Su Yifan demanded.

"Kid, who are you? Is it your place to speak here?" Before the old man could answer, a disciple stepped forward and pointed at Su Yifan.

*Bang!*

With a sharp explosion, that disciple was instantly reduced to a mist of blood.

"Is there anyone else who wants to waste my time? Step forward, and I’ll have a nice chat with you," Su Yifan said coldly, scanning the remaining disciples.

The crowd was shocked. Who was this person? How could he be so arrogant? This was the Ghost Fiend Sect—not only was he committing murder, he was being brazen about it!

After a moment of shock, the black-robed elder said in a deep voice, "Boy, this is the Ghost Fiend Sect. By acting this way, aren't you showing far too little respect for us?"

"And if I am... so what?"

The moment the words left his lips, Su Yifan flickered before the elder, grabbed him by the throat, and lifted him into the air.

"You... who exactly are you?" The elder was terrified. He was certain this man was not from the Qingyun Sword Sect; even their Sect Master could not exert such effortless control over him. Could it be that the Qingyun Sword Sect had hired a specialist to avoid handing over the herbs?

"You are not worthy of knowing who I am."

Su Yifan tightened his grip. *Crack!* The elder's neck snapped instantly, and he went limp.

*Gasp!* The surrounding disciples drew a sharp breath. He was dead. The Third Elder was just... dead? He was a Martial King-level expert! And he had been finished off by this young man who looked barely twenty?

*Thud.* Su Yifan tossed the corpse to the ground and said calmly, "You have thirty seconds. If your Sect Master doesn't appear, then you can all die."

"Who dares to cause trouble in my Ghost Fiend Sect!"

Just then, a slightly raspy voice echoed, and three more black-robed figures slowly walked out from the main hall.