190: Chapter 190 Escaping the Sect

The night was as dark as ink, and the mountain path was rugged.

Li Changsheng moved rapidly through the mountain forest at extreme speed.

There was almost no sound beneath his feet; only the wind whistled in his ears.

His Foundation Establishment Peak cultivation made him more powerful than ever before, but at this moment, he did not relax in the slightest.

Three miles behind him, the torches of the pursuers flickered on the mountain path like dots of starlight.

They were chasing him closely.

Li Changsheng gritted his teeth and continued forward.

He had been running for an entire night.

From the mountain gate of the Qinglan Sword Sect to the surrounding dense forest, and then to this continuous mountain range.

The wounds on his body were still seeping blood, but he couldn't worry about that; he only knew he had to escape.

The further he escaped, the better.

The first pursuer appeared at dawn.

It was a Foundation Establishment Late-Stage Qinglan Disciple with a cold expression, holding a long sword.

He circled around from the side and blocked Li Changsheng's path.

"Li Changsheng, the Sect Master has ordered you to return with us."

Li Changsheng did not answer; he only gripped the qingshuang sword tightly.

The man sneered and lunged with his sword!

The sword light was like lightning, aimed straight for the throat!

Li Changsheng sidestepped to avoid it and countered with a backhand strike!

Clang!

The two swords collided, sending sparks flying!

Both men retreated several steps simultaneously!

The man's expression changed.

He hadn't expected that Li Changsheng, who had just achieved a Breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment Peak, would have such sharp swordsmanship.

Li Changsheng gave him no time to react.

The second strike, the third strike, the fourth strike.

Each strike was faster and fiercer than the last!

The Gale Style, Flowing Cloud Style, and Falling Thunder Style of the Qinglan Sword Art were executed by him like flowing water, in one smooth motion!

After ten moves, the man revealed an opening!

Li Changsheng lunged with his sword, striking him right in the shoulder!

The man screamed and was sent flying back, crashing into a tree.

Li Changsheng did not kill him.

He just gave a glance and turned to continue forward.

Behind him, the man's screams gradually faded into the distance.

The second pursuer appeared at noon.

It was a Foundation Establishment Peak Disciple, much stronger than the first one.

He brought two Foundation Establishment Middle Stage helpers and cornered Li Changsheng in a valley.

"Li Changsheng, surrender peacefully."

The man sneered.

"You can't escape."

Li Changsheng didn't speak; he just gripped his sword.

With a wave of the man's hand, the three of them pounced simultaneously!

Sword light, Spells, and Talismans attacked from all directions!

Li Changsheng responded calmly, his swordsmanship unfolding like a streak of blue light, weaving through the trio's siege!

Thirty moves, fifty moves, a hundred moves!

Several more wounds appeared on his body, but the three of them weren't faring well either.

One had his shoulder pierced, another had an ear sliced off, and the third was kicked flying!

At the hundred and fiftieth move, he finally caught an opening!

He lunged with his sword, striking the leader right in the chest!

The man's eyes widened as he slowly collapsed.

The other two were so terrified they turned and fled.

Li Changsheng did not pursue them.

He just stood there, gasping for air.

Then, he continued forward.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

The pursuers became more numerous and stronger.

The wounds on Li Changsheng's body also grew more numerous.

There were sword wounds, blade wounds, marks from Spell burns, and scars from Talisman explosions.

His clothes torn, Blood stained his whole body, But his eyes, Still firm.

He couldn't fall.

To fall was to die.

Late on the night of the fifth day, he escaped to a canyon.

Steep cliffs rose on both sides of the canyon, with only a narrow passage in the middle.

As soon as he entered the canyon, he felt a surge of apprehension.

Someone was there.

And more than one.

He stopped, gripped his sword, and scanned his surroundings.

In the darkness, over a dozen figures slowly emerged.

He recognized the person leading them.

Chu Feng.

By this time, he was already at the Foundation Establishment Peak cultivation.

Standing behind him were over a dozen Foundation Establishment Late-Stage and Foundation Establishment Peak Disciples, all elites of the Qinglan Sword Sect's inner Sect.

Chu Feng looked at him with a complex expression.

"Junior Brother Li,"

He spoke, his voice low.

"Come back with me."

Li Changsheng did not speak.

Chu Feng continued.

"The Sect Master said that as long as you return and admit your mistakes, you can be treated with leniency."

Li Changsheng looked at him and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it gave Chu Feng an inexplicable sense of chill.

"Senior Brother Chu," Li Changsheng said, "do you believe that?"

Chu Feng fell silent.

Li Changsheng looked at him and said word for word.

"Ling Cang wants my life. If I go back, I will only die."

Chu Feng was silent for a long time.

Then, he sighed.

"Junior Brother Li, I don't want to kill you."

Li Changsheng said.

"I know."

Chu Feng looked at him, a trace of reluctance flashing in his eyes.

"But you won't be able to get away."

Li Changsheng gripped his sword and said.

"I have to try."

Chu Feng fell silent.

After a moment, he waved his hand.

"Go."

Over a dozen Disciples pounced at once!

Li Changsheng met them head-on!

Sword light flared, and screams rose one after another!

Facing over a dozen people alone, he showed no fear!

Swordsmanship, movement techniques, and footwork were pushed to their limits in his hands!

One, two, three...

One Disciple after another fell!

But wound after wound was also added to his body!

Blood stained the ground beneath his feet!

A hundred moves, two hundred moves, three hundred moves!

When the last Disciple fell, Li Changsheng knelt on one knee, gasping for air.

He had at least twenty wounds on his body, some deep enough to see bone.

But he was still alive.

He raised his head and looked at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng stood in place, having never made a move from beginning to end.

He looked at Li Changsheng, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"Junior Brother Li,"

He said slowly.

"Go."

Li Changsheng was stunned.

Chu Feng turned around, his back to him.

"If I encounter you again, I will not show mercy."

Li Changsheng looked at him, a warm current welling up in his heart.

He struggled to stand up and bowed deeply to Chu Feng.

Then, he turned and staggered toward the depths of the canyon.

Behind him, Chu Feng's voice drifted over:

"Junior Brother Li, take care."

Li Changsheng did not look back.

He only gripped the sword in his hand and walked step by step into the darkness.

On the morning of the sixth day, Li Changsheng finally could no longer hold on and collapsed in a dense forest.

Lying on the fallen leaves, he gazed at the sunlight filtering through the leaves, his consciousness gradually blurring.

Am I going to die like this?

He thought.

No, I can't die.

He still had things to do.

He struggled to crawl up but couldn't muster any strength.

Just then, a faint sound of footsteps approached.

His heart tightened; he wanted to grip his sword, but found his hand no longer obeyed him.

A figure in white appeared before him.

Su Qianxue.

She knelt down and looked at him, her eyes filled with heartache.

"Li Changsheng, you..."

She took out a healing Medicinal Pill, fed it to him, washed his wounds with clean water, and carefully bandaged them.

Li Changsheng lay in her arms and said weakly.

"How did you..."

Su Qianxue said softly.

"The Pavilion Master sent me to find you."

Li Changsheng fell silent.

Su Qianxue looked at him and said seriously.

"Li Changsheng, come with me to the Qingxin Pavilion."

"The Pavilion Master will protect you and can also help you uncover the truth about the Blood Fiend Sect."

Li Changsheng looked at her and didn't speak for a long time.

He thought of Zhou Yuan, Elder Li Ran, and those innocent people who died at the hands of the Qinglan Sword Sect.

He also remembered the words of True Lord Three Swords.

"Increase your strength as quickly as possible."

He took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay."

A trace of a smile appeared on Su Qianxue's face; she helped him up, and the two disappeared into the depths of the forest.

Seven days later, Li Changsheng stood before the mountain gate of the Qingxin Pavilion, gazing at the majestic building.

He was covered in wounds, but his gaze was resolute.

Su Qianxue stood beside him and said softly.

"The Pavilion Master is waiting for you."

Li Changsheng nodded and stepped inside.

Behind him, the faint sounds of pursuers could be heard in the distance.

But he did not look back.

He knew that a new journey had just begun.