87: Chapter 87 The Power of the Embryonic Sword Intent!

Qi Yang's pupils shrank sharply as he hid in the dark.

In the Cultivation World, Sword Cultivators were inherently the best at killing and slaughter, and Sword Cultivators who could comprehend Sword Intent were even rarer than phoenix feathers!

Those who could comprehend Sword Intent during the Qi Refining Stage were generally only peerless prodigies with Dual Spiritual Roots or even Heavenly Spiritual Roots.

Su Qinghan had actually crossed that threshold at the juncture of life and death, a threshold countless Sword Cultivators could never touch in their entire lives!

"Slash!"

Su Qinghan let out a crisp and clear soft shout. She did not use any fancy sword techniques, simply swinging her sword forward in an unremarkable manner.

But this single sword strike carried a terrifying will of indomitability and the obliteration of everything!

Whoosh!

The white Sword Intent halo directly tore apart the extremely cold breath spewed by the frost giant wolf as if cutting tofu.

The long sword did not decrease in momentum, striking precisely between the demon soul's brows.

"Arooo!!!"

The frost giant wolf let out a miserable, shrill scream.

Under the strangulation of the Sword Intent, its Qi Condensation 12th Layer remnant soul shattered with a bang, turning into ice-blue light dots all over the sky and completely dissipating into the air.

Following the destruction of the demon soul, the tier-two intermediate Magical Artifact, the hanpo sword, on the altar let out a submissive sword hum, transforming into a stream of light that steadily landed in Su Qinghan's hands.

"This lass... is truly a born material for a Sword Cultivator."

Qi Yang watched from underground and nodded inwardly.

He had originally thought Su Qinghan was just a greenhouse flower with good talent, but he didn't expect her to have such ruthless drive to find a way to live through death deep in her bones.

This nominal wife of his was indeed not a vase that only knew how to cause trouble.

Inside the armory, Su Qinghan gripped the hanpo sword, panting heavily.

Although she had slain the demon soul, forcibly driving the budding Sword Intent had also drained most of the spiritual power in her body.

At this moment, her aura was extremely unstable, and a trace of extremely cold demonic poison from the demon soul's dying counterattack even lingered in her Meridians.

Just as Su Qinghan was preparing to sit cross-legged and take a Medicinal Pill to regulate her breath.

Bang!

The heavy bronze gates of the armory were suddenly kicked open by someone.

Three Cultivators wearing cyan feather robes swaggered in with ferocious grins all over their faces.

The auras on these three people were all as deep as an abyss, impressively all being Qi Condensation 12th Layer experts!

The remaining top elites of the Qingyu Sect!

"Tsk tsk, talk about finding what you're looking for after breaking iron shoes, it takes no effort at all."

The leading hooked-nose Cultivator stared greedily at the hanpo sword in Su Qinghan's hand, then glanced at her pale face and couldn't help laughing loudly.

"The iceberg Prodigy of the Xuantian Sect forcibly subdued a tier-two intermediate Magical Artifact, and now you don't even have the strength to stand steady, right?"

"Hand over the hanpo sword, and leave your Storage Pouch behind. If us brothers are in a good mood, we might leave your corpse intact."

Another fat Cultivator licked his lips, his gaze revealing unmasked lust and depravity.

Su Qinghan's gaze was ice-cold to the extreme.

She forcibly suppressed the churning blood in her body, flipped her wrist, and pointed the hanpo sword directly at the three of them.

"Want the sword? Pay with your lives!"

Her voice was cold and clear, without a single word of nonsense, and she had even prepared to detonate the life-saving trump card bestowed by her elders to perish together with these three.

Qi Yang, in the underground hiding spot, saw this scene and helplessly shook his head.

"I just finished praising you, and you get cornered by people again. Oh well, it just so happens I still need something from the Materials you have."

Qi Yang did not hesitate. He immediately kneaded his face a few times, and after confirming that Old Ghost Yin's human-skin mask was flawless, he circulated the Earth Escape Technique, silently sneaking toward the corner of the armory.

Inside the armory, tensions were running high.

The three Qi Condensation 12th Layer elites of the Qingyu Sect did not retreat because of Su Qinghan's toughness.

In their view, a Qi Condensation 11th Layer Sword Cultivator with exhausted spiritual power and an unstable aura, even if she had comprehended budding Sword Intent, was nothing more than a spent force.

"Stubborn and unrepentant! Do it!"

The hooked-nose Cultivator snorted coldly and took the lead in deploying a Flying Sword flashing with cyan light.

Just at the split second when Su Qinghan was preparing to activate the remaining Formation hub of the armory to make a desperate struggle.

"Hehehe... Three grown men at the Qi Condensation 12th Layer bullying a little girl whose spiritual power is exhausted, the people of the Qingyu Sect are truly as shameless as ever."

A burst of hoarse, weird laughter suddenly sounded in the dark corner of the armory.

Following closely, a wave of Poison Wood Spiritual Power permeated with a rich corrosive aura abruptly swept across the entire armory!

The expressions of the three people from the Qingyu Sect changed drastically, their figures violently retreating dozens of zhang, staring at that corner as if facing a formidable enemy.

Amidst their horrified gazes, an old man with a hunched back, wearing a grayish-black robe and a withered human-skin mask, leaning on an unknown withered wood cane, slowly walked out from the shadows.

It was precisely Qi Yang's alias, the Loose Cultivator Old Ghost Yin.

After being cleansed and undergoing marrow-washing by the star fruit, the Poison Wood Spiritual Power inside Qi Yang's body was already as pure as glazed glass.

At this moment, he deliberately released the aura of the Qi Condensation 11th Layer Peak, but under the blessing of that pure toxic might, the sense of oppression given to people was not inferior in the slightest to the presence of a Qi Condensation 12th Layer Great Perfection!

When the surrounding bronze ground came into contact with this toxic gas, it actually made a sizzling corrosion sound, emitting bursts of white smoke.

"It's you?! That old poison fiend who detonated the stone puppet in the Ancient Medicine Garden!"

The hooked-nose Cultivator recognized Qi Yang's attire at a glance, a flash of deep apprehension crossing the bottom of his eyes.

In that battle at the Ancient Medicine Garden, their Qingyu Sect suffered heavy casualties, and even the Senior Brother leading the team was seriously injured.

This old poison fiend was ruthless and had bizarre methods; he was definitely a madman who could not be provoked.

"What? Do you guys also want to taste the flavor of this old man's toxic smoke?"

Qi Yang's cloudy eyeballs rolled slightly, his gaze sweeping across the three of them.

Although his tone was calm, that gaze as if looking at dead people made the three people from Qingyu Sect feel a chill down their backs.

The hooked-nose Cultivator's expression was uncertain.

If there was only Su Qinghan alone, they would definitely have victory in hand.

But with this unfathomable old poison fiend added, once a fight started, even if they could win, at least two of the three of them would have to perish inside.

In this perilous Yunge Pavilion, fighting to mutual destruction was definitely a foolish act.

"You're ruthless! Let's go!"

The hooked-nose Cultivator gritted his teeth, decisively waved his hand, and quickly retreated from the armory with the other two.

Before leaving, he did not forget to turn back and drop a harsh threat: "Old poison fiend, don't be smug. Once we reach the core area, the Senior Brother of my Qingyu Sect will naturally deal with you!"

Qi Yang didn't take the barking of such a defeated dog to heart at all.

Leaning on his cane, he slowly turned around and looked at Su Qinghan, who was still maintaining a vigilant posture.

Su Qinghan gripped the hanpo sword, her gaze fixed dead on Qi Yang.

Although this old poison fiend had just forced back the people from the Qingyu Sect, she certainly didn't think the other party was any great philanthropist who would draw his sword to help when seeing injustice on the road.

In the Cultivation World, poison Cultivators were often even more capricious than demonic Cultivators.

"Is Senior also here for this hanpo sword?"

Su Qinghan's voice was cold and clear, her internal spiritual power secretly circulating.

Qi Yang sneered and shook his head.

"Just a broken sword, this old man doesn't think much of it."

Qi Yang unceremoniously pointed at Su Qinghan's pale cheek.

"Lass, although you slew that demon soul, your Meridians have already been contaminated with the extremely cold demonic poison. If it is not removed in time, within three hours, your sword foundation will be frozen and cracked, and you can forget about advancing any further in this lifetime."

Su Qinghan's entire body shook.

She indeed felt that a chilly aura was frantically darting around in her Meridians, and even her Sword Intent could not completely strangle it.

This old poison fiend had actually seen through her true condition at a single glance!

"What does Senior want?"

Su Qinghan was very smart and cut straight to the point.

There is no free lunch in this world.

Qi Yang stretched out his withered fingers and pointed at the Storage Pouch at Su Qinghan's waist.

"That black stone you picked up in the corner of the armory just now, the Xuanwu Star Rock, give it to me, and I will give you a top-grade detoxification pill. Fair trade, no deception to young or old."

That piece of Xuanwu Star Rock was the core Material for Qi Yang to refine the upgraded scapegoat paper doll.

He had seen it crystal clear from underground just now; Su Qinghan had casually put it away.