Chapter 86: I Have Come to Rid the People of This Scourge

On the second day, the sky was bright.

Xu Zhe, riding his sword, streaked across the boundary of Eastern Qian Province, transforming into a stream of light that pierced directly into Western Kun Province. His speed was so astonishing that the naked eye could barely capture his passage—a meteor flashing across the heavens, vanishing in an instant.

On the ground, countless cultivators had already gathered, having received word and waited here for some time. Each took out their Universal Jade Talisman, recording the historic moment of Xu Zhe’s fleeting appearance. These were mere onlookers, capturing snippets for amusement and sharing them on the Spiritual Net.

But the true professionals—those of the Dao of Destiny—had long prepared every detail: manpower, equipment, all meticulously arranged. The moment they received news in the night, the Dao of Destiny immediately issued orders. They calculated Xu Zhe’s flight route based on his position and the Mo family’s, mobilizing nearly all their disciples to line the path with an overwhelming force.

Every several tens of thousands of meters, a small squad of Dao of Destiny disciples was stationed. As Xu Zhe entered Western Kun Province, several enormous sword-shaped recorders followed him, shining white, possibly even with beautification functions, their lenses trained on him from every angle.

Xu Zhe pressed forward, the flying swords keeping pace, filming and broadcasting live on the Spiritual Net. Yet his speed was so tremendous that the sword recorders could only keep up for a short distance before being left behind.

But this was all anticipated by the Dao of Destiny. They had already accounted for his velocity and the recorders’ speed, easily calculating the duration before being outpaced, and thus estimating the distance. As soon as the first squad’s recorders fell behind, the next squad, stationed several tens of thousands of meters ahead, deployed fresh sword recorders, achieving perfect seamless coverage for the live broadcast.

On the Spiritual Net, nearly half of the cultivators from the Four Provinces followed this event. The distance was too great, and the cost to use the teleportation arrays was prohibitive, so most chose to watch the Dao of Destiny’s broadcast online.

Despite the forced membership fees and additional charges for ad-free viewing, it was still cheaper than traveling in person. Thus, from before dawn, countless cultivators across the Four Provinces held their Universal Jade Talismans, eagerly awaiting the broadcast.

When Xu Zhe’s figure first appeared in the live stream, vanishing in a flash, countless viewers were startled.

Across the Four Provinces, in nearly every house and building, cries of astonishment echoed:

“What was that just now?”

“Friends from the Dao of Destiny, give us a slow-motion replay!”

“Don’t tell me that was Xu the Prodigy!”

“Whoa, there’s a slow-motion replay—yes, it really is Xu the Prodigy.”

The shock lingered as people watched the replay interspersed in the live broadcast, their hearts filled with awe.

“This… the speed of sword flight is terrifying.”

“A flash and gone—no wonder someone said last night that Xu the Prodigy would reach Western Kun Province today.”

“The Dao of Destiny is impressive—anticipating his speed and managing to record without missing a moment.”

“How did Xu the Prodigy achieve this?”

“He awakened barely sixty days ago, and already reached the Golden Core stage.”

“Even more frightening is his physical cultivation—rumor has it he’s surpassed the Golden Body stage.”

“What a pity, such monstrous talent, likely to be buried in the Mo family’s hands.”

“Why does no one stop him? He doesn’t need to rush for revenge—there’s plenty of time.”

After the initial amazement, regret was all that remained.

Almost everyone believed that Xu Zhe’s journey to the Mo family was a one-way trip, a death march.

At this moment, the collective wisdom of the masses concluded that he need not be so hasty. With such talent, given a hundred or a thousand years, could he not easily wipe out the Mo family?

Most could not understand why Xu Zhe was so radical, nor why, up to now, no one had come forward to stop him or persuade him otherwise.

Many on the Spiritual Net desperately called for Chu Xiaotong and Li Chungang to intervene and prevent Xu Zhe from acting.

Yet Xu Zhe pressed forward, unstoppable and unyielding.

The Dao of Destiny disciples almost faltered a few times—the sword recorders barely keeping pace with his speed.

As Xu Zhe drew ever closer to the Mo family, those watching online grew increasingly anxious.

“A new prodigy is about to fall, just like Zhu Chongli.”

“It’s such a shame—finally someone with such monstrous talent emerges.”

“He’s only been awakened for sixty days—will it end so soon?”

…

Meanwhile.

The Mo family estate, nestled on a mountainside. The peak seemed to have been cleaved in half, leaving only the midsection, upon which the Mo family residence sprawled, its vast and lofty buildings covering the entire slope.

Within the estate’s countless rooms, the Mo family, too, watched the Spiritual Net through their Universal Jade Talismans.

It was mostly the younger generation, as the elders remained undisturbed, still in seclusion.

The Mo family’s younger generations watched with amusement, expecting a spectacle.

Mo Xiaolian was particularly ostentatious, having erected a pavilion atop the rear mountain, supplied with desserts, drinks, and fruit platters, all for enjoying the forthcoming show.

“Is everyone ready? When Xu Zhe arrives, I want him subdued within ten breaths. Remember—not dead. Leave him to me for a slow torment.”

Mo Xiaolian’s face was full of mockery, her eyes brimming with cruel intent.

She had long planned it all: capture Xu Zhe alive, torment him endlessly, hollow him out.

The thought alone excited her to the point of weakness in her legs.

“Rest assured, Miss, everything is prepared. Ten Nascent Soul stage experts are stationed, failure is impossible—and besides… we have them.”

A young maid knelt before Mo Xiaolian, responding with a laugh as she combed her leg hair.

“Miss, would you like conditioner?”

“No need. Ha, it seems those people will arrive soon. Let them fight among themselves.”

Mo Xiaolian reclined in her rocking chair, smiling faintly.

Just then, several streams of light swept in from afar.

At the forefront was a young man in white, his long hair flowing, holding a folding fan, elegant and refined.

Behind him followed several late-stage Out-of-Body cultivators, like guards. The white-clad youth himself was at the early Out-of-Body stage.

“Looks like I’m not late.”

He glanced around, then flickered to appear above the Mo family courtyard, his gaze falling on Mo Xiaolian in the distant pavilion.

“Miss Mo, could you grant me a favor?” he asked, smiling.

“So, it’s Lu Yangyun, the prodigy of the Lu family. What favor might you want from me?” Mo Xiaolian was not surprised by his arrival, smiling ambiguously.

“When my old class leader arrives, I’ll take him away. Please, let the Mo family give me this favor and refrain from interfering,” Lu Yangyun said.

“Prodigy Lu, you seem to be asking the wrong person. The Mo family has done nothing—rather, it’s that Xu the Prodigy who threatens to come and kill us. How am I to grant you this favor?” Mo Xiaolian retorted coldly.

Lu Yangyun’s smile faded, his brows knitting. “Mo Xiaolian, I have no time for this. I represent not just myself, but many others. If you refuse, bear the consequences.”

“Is that so? Yet another prodigy, representing many, has asked me to withhold that favor. I’m caught in the middle, torn both ways.”

Mo Xiaolian feigned distress, though her brows remained full of laughter.

“Who has arrived?” Lu Yangyun asked darkly.

“Why, it’s me, Lu.” A voice sounded.

A tall, robust young man strode from the Mo family estate, smiling.

“Cao Wu!” Lu Yangyun’s expression changed slightly as he called out the name.

“Lu, the Mo family’s business with the class leader is none of our concern, don’t you think?”

Cao Wu moved toward the estate’s exit, followed by two Nascent Soul stage attendants.

“I disagree,” Lu Yangyun shook his head lightly. “We walk different paths; yours is the wrong one.”

Then he turned again to Mo Xiaolian in the pavilion.

“Who are you posturing for, acting all refined in front of me?” Cao Wu swore, flashing to appear before Lu Yangyun.

“We’re only here to take the class leader away. Must you insist on his death?” Lu Yangyun’s anger showed.

“What do you mean, insist? We’re not stopping him from coming to the Mo family!” Cao Wu sneered.

“Can you honestly say Zhu Chongli’s death had nothing to do with you? If Zhu hadn’t died, would the class leader come here?” Lu Yangyun shouted, murderous intent rising.

“What, are you going to fight? With just your handful?” Cao Wu hovered in midair, arms folded, fearless.

“Both prodigies are old acquaintances—why glare at each other? Come to the pavilion, join me in watching the show. Isn’t it delightful?” Mo Xiaolian laughed wantonly, her tone openly mocking.

Lu Yangyun remained silent, raising his hand with a gentle wave.

A stream of light shot skyward, exploding with a burst of brilliance.

“Swoosh!”

Dozens of figures appeared from all around, crossing the sky.

All were Nascent Soul stage experts!

Ten wore black, faces covered, gold embroidery at their sleeves—the “Soulshatter” assassin organization.

Ten wore blood-red robes, assassins from the Bloodclad Tower.

Others showed their true faces, seemingly from other sects.

With this display, Cao Wu’s two Nascent Soul stage attendants paled in comparison.

In the pavilion, Mo Xiaolian’s expression turned cold as she barked, “Soulshatter, Bloodclad Tower—no wonder you declined my commission. You took another’s order.”

“Miss Mo, the rules: first come, first served. Besides, haven't you already commissioned the Crying Ghosts?” a Soulshatter assassin replied bitterly.

They had no choice—the Mo family was a big client; even as adversaries, courtesy was required.

Such was the rule, or complaints would cost them money.

“You know quite a lot. But the Crying Ghosts aren’t my hire. Your organizations’ disputes have nothing to do with the Mo family,” Mo Xiaolian said, turning her gaze away.

Cao Wu kept smiling, looking at Lu Yangyun. “You think only you called reinforcements? Sorry—my side numbers just as many.”

As he spoke, more than twenty Nascent Soul stage experts emerged from the Mo family estate, their cold eyes fixed on Lu Yangyun’s group.

“So, are you planning to fight, or just hold each other in check? The result is the same—once we’ve watched Xu Zhe’s death scene, we’ll all disperse.”

Cao Wu spread his hands, asking.

Lu Yangyun’s expression soured. “Why must it be so? Zhu Chongli aside, the class leader is an outsider—why insist on his death?”

“If he’s an outsider, why do you insist on saving him?” Cao Wu replied indifferently.

“I…” Lu Yangyun began, but was interrupted.

Boom!

A sharp, resounding noise came from nearby.

Everyone turned to see a stream of light speeding closer, stopping abruptly in midair.

“Xu Zhe!” In the pavilion, Mo Xiaolian gritted her teeth, naming him.

As the light faded, one man and one sword appeared—Xu Zhe, who had crossed two provinces in a single day.

Behind him, dozens of Dao of Destiny disciples arrived late, their recorders and Universal Jade Talismans aimed at Xu Zhe and the scene.

“Class leader, it’s me, Old Lu!” Lu Yangyun called.

Cao Wu paused, eyes narrowed, smiling at Xu Zhe.

But soon, Cao Wu’s smile faltered.

He noticed that the class leader’s expression was off—an eerie, cold smile fixed on his face, unmoving and unsettling.

“Class leader, you…” Lu Yangyun sensed something strange, staring at Xu Zhe in confusion.

On the Spiritual Net, countless cultivators now saw Xu Zhe’s face clearly in the live feed—and were stunned.

That smile—how chilling!

“Xu Zhe, you told me to wait at home. I have waited. Now what? What can you do?” In the pavilion, Mo Xiaolian stood from her chair, dropped her skirt to cover her leg hair, and loudly questioned Xu Zhe.

Her voice, carried by the Dao of Destiny’s equipment, was broadcast to countless cultivators across the Four Provinces.

Such arrogance, such audacity—she was outright provoking and humiliating Xu the Prodigy!

“…”

Xu Zhe had not spoken a word. He surveyed the Mo family estate, then looked to Mo Xiaolian.

He reached toward his storage ring.

“Class leader, don’t act! Tong sent me—she wants you to wait. She’ll be here soon!” Lu Yangyun’s expression changed, urging him.

If Xu Zhe acted now, the Mo family would have every reason to kill him.

But Xu Zhe was unmoved, silent, retrieving a bronze seal from his storage ring.

His exaggerated and icy smile grew ever more sinister.

At this moment, in the live broadcast, he was like a clown preparing some magic trick—everyone watched, amused.

But little did they know, if he was a clown, he was a devilish one.

“Old Zhu, watch closely—I’m here to rid the world of evil!”

At last, Xu Zhe spoke.

His smile remained rigid, but a blaze of light erupted from his body.

Within his dantian, a massive golden core spun rapidly, then shot from his mouth.

“Bang!”

In the next instant, the golden core exploded before everyone, unleashing a terrifying wave of energy.

“With my golden core, I sacrifice to the Dragon Seal—destroy!”

Blood spilled from Xu Zhe’s lips as he spoke, pressing his finger forward.

The bronze seal unleashed a fierce suction, drawing in all fragments of the golden core, then expanded infinitely in the air.

In a blink, it transformed into a colossal bronze palace, blotting out the sky, its oppressive aura crashing down upon the entire Mo family estate!

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