119: Chapter 119 The Sword Pavilion Master's Unspeakable Dilemma!

In the Forbidden Ground of the Sword Pavilion, under the god transformation fruit tree.

The air was suffused with a deathly silence; even the rustling of the wind through the leaves sounded jarringly harsh.

The image in the recording stone had finished playing, with Su Feng's incredibly arrogant face still frozen in mid-air, and the final phrase, "Of the three unfilial acts, having no descendants is the worst," echoing endlessly throughout the Forbidden Ground like a demonic incantation.

"Snap—!"

A crisp sound broke the silence.

The thousand-year soul-nourishing jade thumb ring in Qiao Bei's hand was crushed into powder by his own grip.

At this moment, he no longer possessed his usual composed air of someone who held everything in his grasp with the demeanor of an Immortal.

His old face flushed to a liver-like purple, and the veins on his forehead bulged like twisted earthworms.

His eyes, usually murky and profound, were now filled with terrifying bloodshot veins.

"Ahhh—!!!"

A roar, as if from a wounded beast, erupted from the depths of Qiao Bei's throat!

Boom!

The terrifying pressure of a Soul Transformation Great Perfection erupted like a volcanic explosion, instantly sweeping across the entire Sword Pavilion Forbidden Ground!

The several Nascent Soul Elders responsible for guarding the fruit tree were directly struck by the shockwave, coughing up blood and collapsing to their knees in sheer terror.

"Sect Leader, please calm your anger! Please calm your anger, Sect Leader!!"

"That Su Feng is merely a yellow-mouthed child spouting nonsense; why bother lowering yourself to his level!"

However, Qiao Bei could not hear a word of it.

He gasped heavily, his chest heaving violently, as if every breath carried the scent of blood.

He stared fixedly at the young, vibrant face of Su Feng in the recording stone, the jealousy and venom in his eyes nearly coalescing into something physical.

"No descendants... no descendants..."

"You dare mock me for having no descendants?!"

Qiao Bei's voice was hoarse and trembling, carrying a hatred that reached deep into his marrow.

No one knew that this was also the greatest pain of his life, his deepest secret!

A thousand years ago, he was merely an ordinary Disciple of the Sword Pavilion with mediocre Aptitude.

To get ahead and gain a foothold in this cruel Central Continent, he had accidentally obtained a fragment of an ancient evil technique—the 《Severing Emotion and Desire, Heaven-Slashing Art》.

To master this technique, one must first castrate themselves... No, it was even more ruthless than that!

This technique required severing the seven emotions and six desires of the Mortal world, and furthermore, using one's own Yang Qi Origin as fuel to forge a supreme Sword Heart!

He practiced it.

He did indeed become stronger, killing decisively along the way, stepping over countless corpses to sit in the position of Sword Pavilion Sect Leader, becoming one of the most powerful people in the Central Continent.

However, the price was painful.

He had become a eunuch!

A eunuch standing at the pinnacle of power with Soul Transformation cultivation!

Whenever the night was deep and quiet, watching those young Disciples paired up, or hearing the laughter of children around the knees of Mortal families, his heart would ache as if pierced by ten thousand arrows!

He hated it!

He hated that the Heavenly Dao was unfair!

That was why he was desperately trying to achieve Ascension!

Only by ascending to the Immortal Realm and using Immortal Qi to reshape his Physical Body could he regain the dignity of a man!

Only then could he regain the ability to produce offspring!

But now...

This secret, this scar he had desperately covered for a thousand years, had been brutally exposed by a brat who had just emerged, right in front of the entire world!

"Su Feng!!!"

Qiao Bei gritted his teeth, every word squeezed out from between them.

"I will make you suffer the end of your bloodline!!!"

Qiao Bei had completely lost his composure.

He turned abruptly to look at the god transformation fruit tree behind him, which had not yet fully matured, a flash of crazy desperation in his eyes.

"Not enough... this nourishment is still not enough!"

"These useless fools are ineffective; I have to do it myself!"

He looked at the several Nascent Soul Elders kneeling on the ground, a chilling, hideous grin curling his lips:

"Pass down the order!"

"Open the Demon Locking Pagoda in the back mountain immediately!"

"Drag out all the demonic creatures imprisoned inside!"

"Whether it is a thousand-year great demon or a ten-thousand-year old monster, throw them all under the tree for me!"

"Since the people outside are not enough... then use these beasts to make up the numbers!"

The several Elders were shocked upon hearing this:

"Sect Leader! You cannot do this!"

"Those imprisoned in the Demon Locking Pagoda are all heinous and wicked, including that ten-thousand-year-old dragon... If they are all released and we cannot control them, the entire Sword Pavilion will be destroyed!"

"If it is destroyed, then so be it!"

Qiao Bei swung his sleeve violently, and a sharp Sword Qi directly split the Elder who had spoken into two halves!

Fresh blood sprayed onto the god transformation fruit tree, and the leaves instantly became even more bewitchingly vibrant.

"As long as I can ascend, that is enough!"

"If the Sword Pavilion is gone, it can be rebuilt; if the Disciples are all dead, they can be recruited again!"

"But if you delay my Dao... you will all die!!!"

Watching the tragic death of the Elder, the remaining people were so terrified that they were scared out of their wits; who would dare to say even half a word of "no"?

"Yes! We will do it immediately!!"

After the Elders scrambled away, Qiao Bei took a deep breath to calm his agitated emotions.

The growth of the god transformation fruit tree had begun to stagnate, and the situation in the Central Continent was now in total chaos.

It had reached a point where it could no longer be delayed.

"I must cut the Gordian knot!"

He took out a messaging Jade Slip engraved with Phoenix patterns, injected spiritual power, and spoke in an icy, hurried tone:

"Qin Ying, come to the Sword Pavilion immediately!"

"I am going to lead the team to the front line myself... It is time to let these people in the Central Continent know the strength of the Sword Pavilion!"

"You take my place in the Sword Pavilion and guard the god transformation fruit tree! By the way, help me suppress those great demons released from the Demon Locking Pagoda!"

"Remember, if there is even the slightest mishap with the fruit tree, neither you nor I will be able to ascend!"

After sending the message, Qiao Bei looked in the direction where Su Feng was, the murderous intent in his eyes surging like a tide.

Su Feng did not yet know that he had merely been spouting insults based on Su Yuan's intelligence, and had unintentionally poked at Qiao Bei's deepest, hidden pain.

If he had known the truth... he definitely would have cursed even more viciously.

Several days later, on the front line of the Central Continent battlefield.

The sky was blood-red, and the sounds of slaughter shook the heavens and earth.

The Alliance army, originally inspired by Su Feng's Clone, had once suppressed the Sword Pavilion and the Jade Pool Palace, even advancing several hundred miles.

The Five Great Alliance Masters stood in the clouds, looking at the retreating Sword Pavilion defense line, their faces filled with triumphant smiles.

"Hahaha! I see the Sword Pavilion is nothing much after all!"

"Without those few Elders, they are just a mob!"

"If we win this battle, our five families can divide up the Sword Pavilion's ten thousand years of accumulation, and then..."

However, before their words could finish.

"Rumble—!!!"

A thunderclap exploded, and the sky over the entire battlefield instantly darkened.

A terrifying pressure, as if coming from the ancient primordial era, descended without warning, forcefully separating the two armies that were fighting!

Whether they were Alliance Cultivators or Sword Pavilion Disciples, under this pressure, everyone felt as if a great mountain was pressing down on their chests, making even breathing difficult.

"This... what kind of aura is this?!"

Old Ancestor Li looked up in terror, only to see dozens of figures appearing in the empty Void Realm out of nowhere.

The leader, dressed in purple-gold Daoist robes, with white hair drifting without wind and eyes as sinister as a viper, was none other than the Sword Pavilion Sect Leader—Qiao Bei!

And behind him stood twelve Elders in blood-red robes, arranged in perfect order!

Each Elder radiated the suffocating fluctuations of a Soul Transformation Late Stage!

Twelve Soul Transformation Late Stage experts!!

"How is this possible?!"

The Sect Leader of the Mad Blade Sect felt his eyeballs about to pop out, his voice trembling uncontrollably:

"The total number of known Soul Transformation experts in the Central Continent... is only about twenty!"

"Where did these old monsters pop out from?!"

They had always thought that the combined strength of the Alliance's five Soul Transformation Late Stage experts was enough to contend with the Sword Pavilion.

But now it seemed... this was simply a joke!

A complete and utter joke!

"Hmph! A bunch of frogs in a well."

Qiao Bei looked down upon these so-called Alliance Masters from above, his contempt undisguised.

"You think what you see is the entirety of the Central Continent?"

"These Twelve Sword Guards are Sword Puppets refined by the ancestors of my Sword Pavilion! Each one has the combat power of a Soul Transformation Late Stage!"

"This is the true heritage of the Sword Pavilion that has ruled the Central Continent for ten thousand years!"

"I was unwilling to use them on ordinary days for fear of disturbing the Immortal Tree. But since you are seeking death..."

Qiao Bei's gaze moved slowly, finally fixing on the most conspicuous white-robed figure in the crowd.

In that instant, monstrous murderous intent erupted as if it were physical!

"Especially you! Su Feng!!!"

"Today, I will extract your Divine Soul and suppress it under a latrine for ten thousand years! I will ensure you never have a chance at reincarnation!"

Facing this certain-death situation, the Five Great Alliance Masters were already scared out of their wits, their souls flying away and spirits scattering.

"A misunderstanding! Sect Leader Qiao! It is all a misunderstanding!"

Old Ancestor Li's face was extremely ugly as he hurriedly tried to explain.

However, Qiao Bei did not even look at him, simply spitting out one cold word:

"Kill."

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Twelve blood-red figures, like the scythes of the Grim Reaper, instantly charged into the Alliance ranks!

This was a slaughter without any suspense.

Screams and the sound of flesh being torn apart intertwined, dyeing this piece of sky into a living hell.

And on the other side of the battlefield.

Su Feng's Clone watched this terrifying scene; not only was he not afraid, but a smile of realization curled his lips.

The purpose of the Alliance was to force the Sword Pavilion and the Jade Pool Palace to reveal their trump cards, and now that goal had been achieved.

"Is this the heritage of the Sword Pavilion?"

"Nothing special..."

At this moment, Su Feng's aura suddenly changed, and Devilish Qi surged forth.