31: Chapter 31 Such methods are simply unbelievable!

Meanwhile, the enemies who had originally prepared to flee were now all dumbfounded, their faces filled with horror.

How is this possible?

What on earth happened?

Although they couldn't understand the situation before them, they instinctively sensed that things were—not good.

Someone had just turned to flee when they were struck by Su Rui's palm wind, sending them flying back.

Although the palm wind wasn't fierce or overbearing, given Su Rui's cultivation, it still caused their chests to tighten, inflicting significant internal injuries.

In but a moment, the poison mist had shrunk to ten zhang. Those trapped within were terrified, their faces ashen.

When Baili Dongjun arrived, he happened to witness this scene.

Looking at the constantly compressing poison mist and the people trapped inside, his face was filled with shock.

Relying on his own cultivation, he could barely catch a glimpse of Su Rui's flickering figure.

“Is this the master of that martial arts hall?”

Baili Dongjun's expression was one of profound shock.

Such methods were simply inconceivable!

Previously, he thought the footwork Yin Luoxia displayed was amazing enough—not only lightning-fast but also silent.

But seeing Su Rui now, he finally understood what truly shocking meant.

When the poison mist was compressed to a range of only three zhang, Su Rui's figure suddenly appeared.

His aura was slightly disordered; clearly, this feat was not easy even for him.

Mainly, these types of gaseous toxins were far too troublesome.

After all, his current cultivation had only just stepped into the Peak of the Zizai Earth Realm.

But for now, it was enough.

In an instant, Su Rui's right hand formed a sword seal, and sharp Sword Qi suddenly coalesced.

Looking at the people trapped in the poison mist, there wasn't the slightest ripple in Su Rui's eyes.

These people deserved to die!

Sword Qi crisscrossed, and the sound of it piercing flesh rang out repeatedly.

The shrill screams lasted only a moment before coming to an abrupt halt.

Pressing down with his palm, the remaining poison mist seemed to find a home, as Su Rui drew it all into the corpses littering the ground.

Before long, the poison mist had completely dissipated.

Only a pile of corpses with pale green skin remained.

Su Rui exhaled.

With his eyesight, he could naturally see the erosion of the surrounding land when the poison mist spread; there was likely a lot of potent toxin remaining in the soil.

But that was no longer his concern.

Snow Moon City would handle it.

Thinking of this, Su Rui turned and looked at Baili Dongjun floating in the air.

“Thank you for your assistance, Your Excellency. Otherwise, the consequences might have been unthinkable.”

Baili Dongjun gave a solemn cupped-hand salute.

“No need for words. Snow Moon City will take over from here, is that alright?”

“Of course, that is only right.”

Baili Dongjun nodded immediately upon hearing this.

The poison mist hadn't spread too far, and now that it had been forcibly suppressed into the corpses by this hall master, it would naturally be much easier to handle.

“Teacher, are you alright?”

Li Hanyi flew over, worry in her eyes.

Her face was filled with concern.

“You silly girl, what could happen to me? I have already practiced the Sacred Heart Art to Perfection; I am indestructible and immune to all poisons. This bit of toxin can't do anything to me.”

Hearing this, Li Hanyi finally felt at ease and handed over a long sword with both hands.

“Teacher, your Cheng Ying Sword!”

“You keep it for now!” Su Rui waved his hand, gave a distant cupped-hand salute to Baili Dongjun, and then led Li Hanyi away.

...

The Cheng Ying Sword?

The name gave Baili Dongjun a slight start.

“Is it just the same name, or... is it that sword?”

He looked at the old long sword in Li Hanyi's hand, his expression somewhat hesitant.

At this moment, the sword was in its scabbard, making it impossible to investigate further.

Although Baili Dongjun wasn't a pure Sword Cultivator, his attainment in the Dao of the sword was extremely deep.

He was different from Yin Luoxia.

Yin Luoxia's swordsmanship could only be considered mediocre for her Realm.

Baili Dongjun, however, was exceptionally talented; among his peers, he rarely met his match in either the Dao of the sword or other weapons.

This was Baili Dongjun.

Since he was skilled with the sword, he was naturally interested in famous swords.

Especially the legendary ones!

“It's a pity I couldn't see its true form, but there's no rush. There will always be opportunities in the future.”

Baili Dongjun sighed softly and scanned the surroundings.

Many people were watching from a distance, but no one dared to approach.

Clearly, they were frightened by the poison mist.

Among them were many young experts who had just arrived in Snow Moon City.

Baili Dongjun's gaze swept over them, stopping on a few individuals.

They were all young people with extraordinary talent.

It seemed this competition would be quite interesting.

He looked back at Su Rui and Li Hanyi once more.

“If Li Hanyi enters the competition, the top spot this time is probably already decided.”

...

Su Rui led Li Hanyi straight toward Sikong Qianluo in the distance.

Sikong Qianluo was jumping around excitedly, her face full of agitation.

Mu Liangyue and the other two also had smiles like blooming flowers.

To be able to easily subdue a poison mist drifting with the wind—this kind of skill could only be achieved by their teacher.

“Teacher, you are too amazing! Ten thousand times more amazing than my old man!”

As soon as Sikong Qianluo saw Su Rui land, she immediately pounced over, her eyes full of adoration.

She casually threw in another bit of flattery.

Su Rui didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

This girl was a bit too eccentric.

Did she even know what 'ten thousand times' meant before she started talking nonsense?

He rubbed her head with his large hand, messing up her originally neat hair bun.

Sikong Qianluo immediately pouted.

She had already rearranged her hair bun several times today.

Breaking free from Su Rui's hand, she quickly hid behind Mu Liangyue.

Mu Liangyue subconsciously took out a comb and helped her tidy her hair.

The two clearly already had a tacit understanding.

“Sir, has this matter been handled properly?”

Su Ziyi took a step forward and asked softly with a bow, her tone carrying a hint of gentleness.

“Yes, for now, this matter is concluded.

As for the Demonic Cult, since they dare to cause trouble in Snow Moon City, they will show their heads sooner or later. When they do, we will deal with them all at once.”

“Understood!”

Su Ziyi and Su Hongxi responded in unison.

“Sir, the Great Competition is about to start, and I want to participate too. You wouldn't have the heart to watch me lose, would you?”

Sikong Qianluo, who had just fixed her hair bun, skipped over again, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness.

“It's still early. We'll discuss it after we return to the martial arts hall.

Besides, you have to be able to beat your Senior Sister first.”

Upon hearing this, Sikong Qianluo instinctively cast her gaze toward Li Hanyi.

She shrank her neck, her expression somewhat fearful.

This battle had made quite an impact on her.

Now, the two of them were no longer on the same level.

“Sir, with Senior Sister Hanyi's current strength, she's more than qualified to be an Elder of the Ascending Heaven Pavilion in Snow Moon City. Does she still have to participate in the Great Competition?”

Sikong Qianluo wrinkled her small face, looking miserable.

Su Rui looked at the determined Li Hanyi and understood her intent; she naturally planned to compete.

He wasn't worried about Li Hanyi, but as for Sikong Qianluo and the others, if they wanted to compete, their strength would have to be raised further.

He didn't care about Snow Moon City's prizes.

But when his, Su Rui's, Disciples went out, they had to make people look at them with new respect.

Just as he was about to lead them back to the martial arts hall, Su Rui suddenly paused and turned to look into the distance.

Wanwan, dressed in an emerald green gauze dress, walked over lightly.

On the other side, Shi Feixuan, dressed in pure white, also appeared gracefully.

“Greetings, Sir. That move of yours just now was truly admirable.”

Wanwan's eyes rippled with a hint of admiration, and a flash of curiosity crossed her eyes as she looked at Su Rui.

She secretly wondered if this person was a Great Grandmaster Realm expert.

That poison-dispelling method was truly stunning.

Although she hadn't entered the Great Grandmaster Realm, she knew that someone capable of doing this was definitely no ordinary person.

“Thank you for speaking up for us earlier, Miss.” Li Hanyi saw her approach and gave a cupped-sword salute.

“Oh, Miss Hanyi, you're too polite.” Wanwan smiled gently. “Those people clearly weren't anything good. On the other hand, your skills just now really opened my eyes.”

She already had plans to get closer to Li Hanyi.

After all, Li Hanyi's sharp and decisive style was exactly to her liking.

“No way, aren't you Shi Feixuan, the successor of the Quiet Temple of Compassion? That's a famous Sect in the Martial Forest; there should be many experts there, right?” Sikong Qianluo asked curiously.

Shi Feixuan: ???

Was I mistaken for someone else?

...

At first, she really thought they were talking about her.

It wasn't until she saw Sikong Qianluo's gaze fixed on Wanwan that she understood.

This enchantress of the Demonic Cult was playing tricks again.

Su Rui turned his gaze toward Shi Feixuan.

【Shi Feixuan: Nineteen years and seven months old; Aptitude: 94; Evaluation: Pure and intelligent, Sword Heart Clarity; Suggestion: Recruitable into the martial arts hall】

As expected!

No wonder the two became rivals; their Aptitudes were indeed neck and neck.

It was just that Shi Feixuan's sword talent was extraordinary, while Wanwan was proficient in the deceptive arts of the Heavenly Demon Strategy.

If they truly fought, the outcome would be hard to predict, but in the end, Shi Feixuan would have a slight upper hand.

After hearing Sikong Qianluo's words, Wanwan glanced sideways at Shi Feixuan not far away, the corners of her mouth curling up.

“Little sister, you don't understand. Although the Quiet Temple of Compassion is a famous orthodox Sect, the people there are all extremely rigid. They're just a bunch of old pedants who've practiced their skills to the point of losing their humanity.”

Shi Feixuan: ...

Sikong Qianluo looked confused.

Is that really how it is?

Isn't she the Saintess of the Quiet Temple of Compassion? Isn't she the Fairy in the eyes of the world?

Why did it sound like she was very dissatisfied with her own Sect?

“Enchantress, do not speak nonsense!”

Shi Feixuan's dark brows shot up as she pointed her sword at Wanwan.

This scene left Sikong Qianluo stunned.

Shi Feixuan actually attacked without a word, while Wanwan's figure flickered as she giggled.

Su Rui shook his head and sighed softly.

It seemed this Great Competition had indeed attracted many outside experts.

His gaze swept over the surroundings; many people in the distance were looking this way.

He activated his Eye of Insight and discovered many new talents who had rushed here from outside Northern Li.

It seemed this Great Competition would not be very peaceful.

Shi Feixuan and Wanwan, those two arch-enemies, bickered incessantly. Su Rui didn't bother with them and directly led Li Hanyi and the others away.

In the distance, a young man dressed in white with black hair hanging down to his waist stood quietly, holding a long sword in his arms.

The aura on him was cold, exuding a sharp edge that kept people a thousand miles away.

Looking at Li Hanyi beside Su Rui, a flash of Battle Intent crossed the young man's eyes.

He had just entered the city and was attracted by the Sword Intent that had soared into the sky earlier.