Chapter 32 Kill Cultivators

Before killing somebody, one should have feelings, being excited or happy or expectant, but it must be under the condition that the person to be killed had some unspeakable relationship with the killer. However, Li Fuyao didn’t even know the name of the one he would kill or if it was a man or woman. He only knew that the cultivator in the tent was a Confucian cultivator who hadn’t finished the first stage and that this one might have come from the Yanling Confucian Temple. Then he knew nothing else about his prey.

So Li Fuyao was calm and didn’t feel excited. The only thought on his mind was about how to cut off the cultivator’s head later and make himself suffer the least.

In the tent, a scholar was reading at the table next to a dim oil lamp. This thin scholar held a book written by a scholar of the past, as if lost in thought.

The scholar in pure white shook his head while sighing in sympathy after reading two pages. Then he whispered helplessly, but his voice was so low that nobody could hear clearly what he said.

After a short while, the flames of the lamp swayed. The scholar raised his head and looked away from the book, staring at the black shadow under the lamp.

Turning his head, the scholar in white saw the teenage boy standing near the entrance to the tent.

The boy had a machete on his back and kept silent.

The scholar looked at the boy and soon saluted him, “I am Zuo Sifan. What are you doing here, my friend?”

Li Fuyao with a machete on his back answered calmly, “I am from Dazhou.”

He said simple words but made everything clear.

Zuo Sifan soon nodded knowingly and then praised sincerely, “I didn’t expect that there is such a genius teenager in the remote Dazhou. You haven’t come of age, right? But you are in the Fundamental Stage now?”

Li Fuyao was a little stunned but immediately understood that this scholar who looked gentle must have mistaken him as a cultivator at the Fundamental Stage because he didn’t feel his arrival.

Li Fuyao didn’t say anything but shook his head.

Zuo Sifan sighed with emotion, “Even if you haven’t crossed the threshold, you must be near it. In this world, many young geniuses show up, and the gifted Dao cultivator in Liangxi is bound to outshine others. Our Yanling is inferior.”

He looked at Li Fuyao and apologized, “This time, I was sent by Yanling to Dazhou against my will, but after I started cultivating, I can’t make much progress yet was restricted by many rules, and I can’t refuse to come. Everybody says that after we take this road, the secular matters can’t restrain us, but in fact, only the predecessors who have truly gone farther can be unrestrained. We are just some bigger mole crickets and ants.”

Li Fuyao replied peacefully, “The big ones bully the small, and the strong ones bully the weak. There seems to be nothing wrong. Just see who has more power.”

Zuo Sifan smiled and advised him out of kindness, “We can’t reason like this, but now we can only do like this. But since you haven’t entered the Fundamental Stage, how can you cope with more than ten cultivators?”

Li Fuyao thought for a while and then laughed, “Although I haven’t reached the Fundamental Stage, a demoness who came with me has reached this stage.”

Zuo Sifan was astonished, “There are two cultivators in Dazhou?”

Li Fuyao didn’t explain this time but just took the machete off his back.

Zuo Sifan laughs. “I don’t want to await death, so please forgive me.”

…

Qing Huai walked out of the last tent and expressionlessly looked at the countless soldiers from the Chen Country outside. She didn’t stop but jumped to a high platform to have a seat. Staring at the crowd, she pointed at the tent in the east and announced in a low voice, “Don’t go into that tent, or all of you will die.”

Hearing the girl’s words, the soldiers who had known that their commander and many cultivators coming with them had been killed all of a sudden looked at one another speechlessly and noticed the fear in the others’ eyes.

In Beiyan County, most of them had witnessed that the cultivators walked in the crowd of the soldiers from Dazhou and broke the generals’ necks that day. But now, this girl in black who looked beautiful appeared to be scarier. She had even killed more than ten cultivators and the commander of their main force alone quietly. Now this girl hadn’t left, so who dared to act recklessly?

So under the order of the deputy in the army, several hundred thousand soldiers just silently gazed at the girl sitting on the high platform.

If a painter watched the scene, he must make a beautiful painting.

…

In the tent, under the dim oil lamp, the teenager had waved his machete many times. Although he stabbed nothing most of the time, he hit the scholar occasionally.

He stabbed the scholar on the waist, one shoulder and even one leg.

The teenager used the machete, but Zuo Sifan thought there were sword cuts all over his body.

Raising his head to look at the teenager whose face was a little pale, Zuo Sifan was suddenly enlightened, “I thought even if you are about to reach the Fundamental Stage, I still have a chance to walk out of this tent, but who knows that you are a swordsman?”

“There is a swordsman unexpectedly in this remote country.”

Zuo Sifan could hardly believe that.

Li Fuyao didn’t give him much time to think and strode out with his machete, chopping once more.

This time they didn’t repeat what happened before. Zuo Sifan didn’t retreat, and Li Fuyao’s machete didn’t go down but there was a clear sound.

Then the blade point of the machete was broken with a hole.

Li Fuyao withdrew the machete and stepped backward, staring at the stuff in Zuo Sifan’s hand.

That was a brush pen with cyan lights.

Looking at Li Fuyao, Zuo Sifan sighed, “It’s said that the swordsman has no advantage except a sword. In the past, I thought it might be a rumor, but now it seems to be true. No wonder you almost lose your orthodoxy after six thousand years.”

Li Fuyao lowered his head slightly and didn’t even look at the cyan brush pen but just waved the machete all of a sudden.

There was a strong wind in the tent.

The flames in the oil lamp swayed, but the cyan brush pen wasn’t damaged at all.

Zuo Sifan thought of the past, “When I studied in the Yanling Confucian Temple, they were the most carefree days for me, but everything has passed, and only this brush pen is left.”

Li Fuyao suddenly leaned backward, and meanwhile, the cyan brush pen was shot at him like a cyan light. He felt the coldness piercing to the bone when the brush pen flew past beside his hair. He lowered his shoulder slightly and dodged the last blow of the pen. Then he stood straight with the support of the machete on the floor, looking at the cyan brush pen which went back to Zuo Sifan’s hand.

The swordsmen in the human world didn’t pay attention to any magic tool’s rank. They just needed to connect with the sword mentally and never asked for anything else. But the cultivators from the three religious sects other than the swordsmen studied the magic tools, and different magic tools had different functions.

Zuo Sifan grabbed the cyan brush pen and stated indifferently, “The Sword Immortal might break every magic tool with a sword, but you are a swordsman who hasn’t owned a sword. I am afraid that you don’t have this ability.”

Li Fuyao wanted to tell him that the Sword Immortal would never take him into account, but when he was about to say that, the cyan brush pen flew to him directly with more cyan lights.

Zuo Sifan sighed with emotion, “I haven’t killed anybody for many years.”