Chapter 108 Displaying Heads

The sun was high in the sky; the warm sunlight filtered through the latticed windows of the Purple Bamboo Peak pavilion, casting mottled patches of gold upon the floor.

A gentle breeze swept through the bamboo forest, rustling the leaves, yet it could not mask the lingering romantic atmosphere within the pavilion.

Su Ye opened his eyes to see a stunning, beautiful face inches away.

Leng Yueli was still fast asleep.

Perhaps because she had been too exhausted last night, or perhaps because the anxiety of the past few days had finally been lifted, this powerhouse of the Tribulation Transcendence Realm was sleeping like a lazy kitten.

Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her breathing was long and even.

A few strands of dark hair clung messily to her jade-white cheeks; the Revered Master, who was usually cold and arrogant, now revealed a captivating, bashful charm.

Su Ye’s lips curled upward as he couldn't help but reach out to gently smooth her hair.

The moment his fingertips touched her smooth skin...

Leng Yueli’s eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her limpid, autumn-water eyes were filled with confusion at first, but then they focused on Su Ye’s mischievous grinning face, and memories of last night’s madness surged back like a tide.

"Ah!"

Leng Yueli let out a cry of surprise and instinctively pulled the brocade quilt over herself, wrapping herself up tightly, leaving only her shame-filled, angry eyes exposed.

"You... how much longer are you going to stare!"

Su Ye propped his head up, looking perfectly justified. "Looking at my own wife, I wouldn't get tired of it even if I looked for a lifetime."

"Who is your wife!"

Leng Yueli’s pretty face turned beet red instantly, like a ripe peach, making one want to take a bite.

She kicked Su Ye from under the quilt, but it was soft and lacked any force.

"So disrespectful! Call me Revered Master!"

"Alright, Lier."

"You're still calling me that!"

Leng Yueli was dying of shame and anger.

This Rebellious Disciple had become increasingly brazen ever since he broke through to the Soul Transformation stage and gained leverage over her.

Yet, she... actually fell for it.

Thinking of the sweet nothings he had whispered in her ear last night, and his demanding yet gentle advances, Leng Yueli felt her body go weak again.

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore."

Su Ye knew when to stop; if he really angered this thin-skinned Revered Master, it would be miserable if he couldn't have any meat later.

He got up and put on his clothes, his movements fluid and natural.

Clad in that snow-white robe, he instantly covered up his roguish air, transforming back into the dashing and refined Saint of the Primordial Origin Holy Land.

"Are you still going to deal with those dirty things?"

Leng Yueli poked her head out from under the covers, looking at Su Ye’s tall, straight back, her eyes filled with attachment and worry.

She knew what Su Ye was talking about.

The four heads he had severed last night were still lying in Su Ye’s storage ring.

"Yes."

Su Ye fastened the jade belt around his waist and turned back, the tenderness in his eyes instantly transforming into cold, murderous intent.

"It’s time to settle some scores."

"As for the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, I should also give Ye Wudao an explanation."

"And that Zhao Wuji..."

Su Ye sneered, "Since I want to kill the chicken to warn the monkey, I have to put on a good show."

Leng Yueli bit her lip, wanting to get up and accompany him, but feeling sore all over, she really didn't want to move.

"Then be careful."

"Although that Heavenly Demon Cult Vice Hall Revered Master is dead, there's no guarantee there aren't other accomplices within the Sect."

"Don't worry, Revered Master."

Su Ye walked to the bedside and leaned down to gently kiss her forehead.

"In the current Primordial Origin Holy Land, I have the final say."

"Sleep a little longer; when I return, I'll make you stir-fried Purple Bamboo shoots with meat."

After speaking, Su Ye turned and pushed the door open to leave.

The sunlight shone on him, casting a long shadow.

Leng Yueli watched the door close again, reached up to touch the warm sensation on her forehead, and a sweet curve involuntarily appeared at the corners of her mouth.

"Brat..."

"He really thinks he's the head of the household..."

Primordial Origin Holy Land, at the mountain gate.

The towering mountain gate reached into the clouds, with two massive stone lions guarding the left and right, exuding an ancient and majestic Aura.

It was currently early morning.

Many Outer Sect Disciples were sweeping the stone steps or heading down the mountain in small groups to gain experience.

"Hey, have you heard? There seemed to be some commotion near the Ancestral Mausoleum last night."

"It was more than just a commotion! I was practicing sword techniques on the back mountain at the time, and I felt the entire ground shake!"

"I wonder what happened; could it be that some powerhouse broke in?"

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense! The Ancestral Mausoleum is a Forbidden Ground, guarded by the Sect-Protecting Formation; who would dare to break in?"

The Disciples discussed it, their faces filled with shock and suspicion.

Just at this moment.

A sharp sound of something piercing the air suddenly came from the sky.

"Whoosh!"

A brilliant rainbow streaked across the sky, carrying a biting chill, and landed directly in the plaza in front of the mountain gate.

Boom!

Airwaves rolled, and dust flew.

The Disciples present were startled by this sudden change, stopping in their tracks and looking toward the center of the dust.

The dust cleared.

A slender figure stood with hands behind his back.

His white robes were as pure as snow, and his black hair cascaded like a waterfall.

On that peerlessly handsome face hung a casual, cold sneer.

"It's... it's Senior Brother Su!"

"No! It should be Saint now!"

"Greetings, Saint!"

After recognizing the person, the surrounding Disciples bowed one after another, their eyes filled with awe and adoration.

Since the Grand Competition, Su Ye’s reputation in the Primordial Origin Holy Land had long reached its peak.

Crippling Li Tianxing, slaying Wang Chong, breaking the Seven Fiends Soul-Locking Formation...

These events had long made him a legend in the hearts of countless young Disciples.

Su Ye ignored the surrounding commotion.

He just scanned the crowd indifferently, then his gaze landed on the golden plaque above the mountain gate that read "Primordial Origin Holy Land".

"It seems some people have forgotten the weight of this plaque."

Su Ye’s voice was not loud, but supported by spiritual power, it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Everyone looked at each other, confused.

The next second.

Su Ye flicked his large sleeve.

"Clatter!"

Several black, ball-shaped objects rolled out from his sleeves and tumbled to the center of the plaza.

The objects were still dripping blood.

A strong smell of blood instantly filled the air.

"This... this is..."

A bold Disciple stepped forward, wanting to see clearly.

However.

When he saw what was on the ground, he froze in place instantly, his pupils contracting violently, and he let out a shrill scream.

"Ah!! Heads! They're heads!!"

This shout completely ignited the crowd.

All the Disciples were startled, but curiosity drove them to surround it.

"My God! They really are heads!"

"This... why does this person look so familiar?"

"That is... Deacon Alchemy Peak Elder of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion?!"

Someone recognized one of the heads and gasped.

Alchemy Peak Elder!

That was a powerful deacon of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, a powerhouse in the Dongxu Realm!

He usually acted tyrannically within the Sect; who would have thought that today only his head would remain, thrown here like trash!

"That... who is that old man?"

Someone else pointed to the old man’s head next to it, which had a ferocious expression and eyes wide open in death.

Although this head was severed, it still exuded a suffocating, terrifying Aura.

Just one glance made one feel chilled to the bone, as if their Soul were about to freeze.

"Demonic Cultivator! That is a Demonic Cultivator!"

A passing Inner Sect Elder’s face changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "This lingering Aura... this is a Demonic Cultivator powerhouse of the Half-Saint Realm!!"

Half-Saint?!

As soon as these two words were spoken, the entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone widened their eyes, looking at the head in disbelief.

A Half-Saint!

That was an existence standing at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, a peerless powerhouse only one step away from becoming a Saint!

Was actually... beheaded by someone?!

"This... who did this?"

Everyone’s gaze converged, coincidentally, on the white-clothed youth in the center of the plaza.

Su Ye’s expression was indifferent, as if he had done a trivial thing.

He spoke slowly, his voice clear, spreading across the surrounding area.

"Heavenly Secrets Pavilion Deacon Alchemy Peak Elder colluded with the Heavenly Demon Cult, conspired with foreign enemies, invited wolves into the house, and intended to plot against our Taichu Ancestral Mausoleum."

"Last night, I, the Saint, killed him on the spot in the Forbidden Ground of the Ancestral Mausoleum!"

"As for these few next to him..."

Su Ye’s lips curled into a contemptuous arc, and he pointed to the Half-Saint head.

"They are the Heavenly Demon Cult Vice Hall Revered Master, Blood Fiend Old Ghost."

"This old thing wanted to dig up my family’s ancestral grave, so I just happened to send him to Hell."

Boom!

Su Ye’s words were like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens, striking hard at everyone’s hearts.

Just happened to?!

Just happened to kill a Half-Saint?!

How is this possible?!

Although the Saint has extraordinary talent, he only just broke through to the Spirit Severing Realm!

This leap is too big, right?!

However, the facts were right before their eyes.

The fear and unwillingness remaining on that Half-Saint head could not be faked.

The shock on the face of Alchemy Peak Elder before his death could not be faked either.

At this moment.

The image of Su Ye in everyone’s eyes underwent a earth-shattering change once again.

If before, they admired Su Ye.

Then now, it was awe!

A trembling and submission originating from the depths of the Soul!

"The Saint is mighty!!"

Someone didn't know who took the lead in shouting.

Immediately after.

Overwhelming cheers resounded through the sky.

"The Saint is mighty! Long live the Primordial Origin Holy Land!"

"Well killed! These Heavenly Demon Cult evildoers deserve to die!"

"That traitor Alchemy Peak Elder! I always saw him looking shifty-eyed; sure enough, he’s not a good thing!"

The crowd was agitated.

Su Ye looked at the scene before him, his heart without a ripple.

This was just the first step.

What he wanted was not just the adoration of the Disciples.

It was to use this Opportunity to completely purge the high-level tumors within the Sect!

"What is the commotion?!"

Just at this moment.

Several powerful Auras rushed over from the direction of the main peak.

The person in the lead, wearing a purple-gold robe with a majestic face, was none other than the Primordial Origin Holy Land Sect Leader, Ye Wudao.

Behind him followed the Law Enforcement Hall Grand Elder, Xing Tian, and several core Elders.

They had originally been discussing matters in the Grand Hall, but upon sensing the disturbance at the mountain gate and the Aura of a Half-Saint Realm expert falling, they had rushed over in haste.

When Ye Wudao landed in the arena and saw the several heads on the ground, that face, which usually remained unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before it, could not help but twitch violently.

This is...

Ye Wudao's pupils constricted, staring fixedly at the head of the Blood Evil Elder.

Old Ghost Blood Evil?!

As a long-time rival, he naturally recognized this Deputy Hall Revered Master of the Heavenly Demon Cult.

This was an extremely troublesome character; his Blood Evil Demonic Technique was bizarre and unpredictable, and even he might not be able to easily finish him off.

But now.

This old ghost had actually died?

And he had been beheaded with a single blade, with even his Primordial Spirit unable to escape?

Su Ye, what exactly is going on here?

Grand Elder Xing Tian stepped forward and asked in a deep voice.

Although he had always thought highly of Su Ye, this matter was too big—big enough to shake the entire Eastern Wasteland!

Su Ye bowed slightly to Ye Wudao and Xing Tian, neither humble nor pushy.

Replying to the Sect Revered Master, replying to the Grand Elder.

Last night, this Disciple was observing the celestial phenomena and sensed an anomaly in the direction of the Ancestral Mausoleum, so I went to investigate.

I happened to run into Alchemy Peak Elder leading Old Ghost Blood Evil and the others, intending to destroy the Seal and release the suppressed Devil Head.

As the Saint of Primordial Origin Holy Land, it is my duty to protect the Sect.

And so...

Su Ye paused, then said lightly, This Disciple used a small trick, borrowing the power of the Ancestral Mausoleum's Formation, and kept them all here permanently.

Borrowing the power of the Formation?

Ye Wudao and the Elders exchanged glances; although they still had doubts in their hearts, they believed him somewhat.

After all, with Su Ye's Spirit Severing Realm cultivation, wanting to kill a Half-Saint head-on was indeed a bit of a fantasy.

If he borrowed those ancient killing Formations within the Ancestral Mausoleum, it was somewhat possible.

But even so.

To be able to calmly lay out a plan under the nose of a Half-Saint expert, and kill with a single strike.

This Heart-Nature, this capability.

It was simply that of a Prodigy!

Good! A very good use of the Formation to kill the enemy!

Ye Wudao took a deep breath, the appreciation in his eyes overflowing.

He patted Su Ye's shoulder heavily.

Su Ye, you have performed a great service!

If not for your timely discovery, once Old Ghost Blood Evil succeeded, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Alchemy Peak Elder, as a deacon of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, actually colluded with the Demon Cult; his crimes are unforgivable!

Ye Wudao turned around, facing all the Elders and Disciples, his voice cold and sharp as iron.

Transmit my decree!

Immediately Seal the mountain gate and activate the Sect-Protecting Formation!

The Law Enforcement Hall will mobilize in full force to thoroughly investigate the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion! Anyone associated with Alchemy Peak Elder, regardless of their rank, is to be apprehended first and interrogated strictly!

Better to kill the wrong person than to let one slip through!

At this moment, this Holy Land Sect Revered Master finally displayed his iron-blooded side.

How can one allow others to snore beside one's own bed?

The Demon Cult's hand has reached all the way to the Ancestral Mausoleum; this is a slap in the face of the Primordial Origin Holy Land!

We obey the Sect Revered Master's decree!!

Grand Elder Xing Tian shouted, his body filled with murderous intent, and led a group of enforcement Disciples, charging aggressively toward the main peak where the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion was located.

A bloodbath was about to be unleashed within the Primordial Origin Holy Land.

...

In the Taichu Great Hall, inside the council chamber.

The atmosphere was so heavy it felt as if water could drip from it.

Ye Wudao sat upright on the main seat, looking at Su Ye below with complex eyes.

Only a few of the most core senior members remained in the hall, along with Su Ye.

Su Ye, there are no outsiders here.

Ye Wudao spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry, Tell me honestly, did that Old Ghost Blood Evil really die from the Formation?

As the Sect Revered Master, he knew the Formations within the Ancestral Mausoleum like the back of his hand.

Although the outer Formations were powerful, they might not necessarily be able to instantly kill a well-prepared Half-Saint.

Unless...

Su Ye had other trump cards in his hand.

Su Ye did not answer directly.

He simply took a purple-gold gourd from his sleeve and placed it gently on the table.

The Sect Revered Master's Wisdom Eye is like a torch.

The Formation was only one part; this treasure is the key.

Ye Wudao's gaze fell on the seemingly ordinary gourd, and with just one look, his Divine Soul felt a piercing pain.

This... is this...

Ye Wudao stood up abruptly, his voice trembling, What grade of Magic Treasure is this? Why can even I not see through it?

This item is called 'Immortal Slayer'.

Su Ye smiled faintly and did not explain much, It was obtained by this Disciple through an Opportunity; it specifically slays the Primordial Spirit, and all those below the Half-Saint Realm can be killed.

In truth, this was a peak Saint-grade, even approaching an Emperor-grade weapon.

But Su Ye spoke vaguely on purpose to maintain a sense of mystery.

Good! A good treasure!

Ye Wudao had no greed, instead laughing loudly, Heaven bless our Primordial Origin Holy Land! Heaven bless our Primordial Origin Holy Land!

With this treasure in hand, plus your talent, why worry that our Primordial Origin Holy Land won't flourish?!

He was not a fool.

Since Su Ye dared to take this thing out, it meant he had enough confidence to protect it.

Moreover.

Su Ye was Leng Yueli's Disciple and the Saint he had personally appointed.

The stronger Su Ye was, the more beneficial it was for the Primordial Origin Holy Land.

Sect Revered Master.

Su Ye put away the gourd, his expression becoming serious.

Although Old Ghost Blood Evil is dead, this is only the beginning.

Since the Heavenly Demon Cult dared to send a Deputy Hall Revered Master to sneak in, it means they have grand designs.

And...

Su Ye took a Jade Slip from his bosom; this was the list he had obtained from Leng Yueli last night, as well as the correspondence he had found in Alchemy Peak Elder's storage ring.

This is the list this Disciple collected.

Within the Sect, besides Alchemy Peak Elder, there are quite a few parasites.

Ye Wudao took the Jade Slip and scanned it with his Divine Sense; his face turned ashen instantly.

Such audacity!

Bang!

He slammed his palm onto the armrest, and the chair made of ten-thousand-year profound iron instantly turned into powder.

The names on the Jade Slip were shocking.

There were actually several Elders with real power!

Su Ye, handle this matter with Xing Tian.

Ye Wudao took a deep breath, murderous intent bared in his eyes.

I grant you special privileges.

Regardless of who is involved, as long as the evidence is solid, you may execute them before reporting!

Even if it is a Grand Elder, there are no exceptions!

Upon hearing this, the corners of Su Ye's mouth curled into a cruel smile.

This was the sentence he had been waiting for.

This Disciple accepts the order!

...

When he walked out of the Grand Hall, the sky was already bright.

Su Ye was not in a rush to go to the Law Enforcement Hall, but turned his head to look in the direction of Purple Bamboo Peak.

There, was the person he cared about most.

And the pure land he must protect.

Senior Brother?

A crisp, pleasant voice came from the side.

Su Ye turned to look and saw Lin Qingzhu and Qin Yurou standing under a pine tree not far away.

Lin Qingzhu was in a green dress, elegant and refined, holding the long sword she treated as a treasure.

Qin Yurou was wearing a light pink dress, dainty and cute, looking at him with an expression of admiration.

Obviously, they had seen everything that happened at the mountain gate just now.

What's wrong? Not cultivating, but running here to slack off?

Su Ye put away his Evil Qi, walked over with a smile, and reached out to rub Qin Yurou's little head.

Aiya! Senior Brother, stop rubbing, you've messed up my hair!

Qin Yurou pouted in protest, but her body was very honest and did not dodge.

Senior Brother, you were so majestic just now!

The little girl's eyes were sparkling, You cut off that big villain's head! It was so satisfying!

Lin Qingzhu, who was on the side, did not speak, but her cold, clear eyes flashed with an unusual luster.

She gripped the sword hilt tightly, looking at the Senior Brother before her who was both familiar and strange.

Once upon a time.

He was still that playboy Senior Brother who only knew how to drink and make merry all day, without any ambition.

But now.

He had grown into a towering tree capable of shielding from the wind and rain.

He could even kill a Half-Saint expert.

This gap made the always competitive Lin Qingzhu feel a trace of pressure, but also more peace of mind.

Senior Brother.

Lin Qingzhu spoke softly, Revered Master, she...

Revered Master is still resting.

Su Ye cut off her words without changing his expression, Last night, Revered Master and I discussed countermeasures all night, and she is a bit tired.

Discussed all night?

The simple Qin Yurou did not think too much about it, only saying with heartache, Revered Master is truly working too hard for the Sect; we must definitely honor Revered Master well in the future.

The corners of Su Ye's mouth twitched slightly.

Honor?

Hmm, it was indeed honoring all night.

Perhaps even a bit over-honored.

Only Lin Qingzhu frowned slightly; as sensitive as she was, she always felt that when Senior Brother mentioned Revered Master, there was a hint of an indescribable... indulgence in his tone?

But this thought only flashed by.

That is Revered Master and Senior Brother, how could that be?

Alright, you two go back to the peak first.

Su Ye waved his hand, I still have some things to handle.

Remember, don't run around these two days; it's not peaceful within the Sect.

Understood, Senior Brother!

The two girls nodded obediently and turned to fly towards Purple Bamboo Peak.

Watching their departing backs, the smile on Su Ye's face gradually faded.

He turned around and looked at the distant mountain peaks shrouded in clouds and mist.

There, countless darkness and schemes were hidden.

Next...

Su Ye touched the storage ring on his finger, a flash of bloodthirsty light in his eyes.

It's time for a cleanup.

Heavenly Demon Cult, since you want to play.

Then this Saint will play with you properly.

It's just that I don't know if the blood of this Primordial Origin Holy Land can dye this sky even redder.