Paragon Of Sin

Chapter 1765: Like A Sword Immortal

The world that had been twisted by great galactic-suppressing might of multiple cultivators, turned into a battlefield of incomplete Heavenly Treasures, heavenly powers, and superior Mystic Power was split and severed as sword light rained into the Main Hall. Their target? The mountain-slinging Sage!

While they were on the verge of leaving the scene, having completed their goal of capturing Shang Wanqing, they were hindered once again by another party, and their body was besieged by an array of sword lights. They panicked with a soft exclamation, hurriedly waving their hands before them before the shower of sword light overwhelmed them.

Each flash of sword light was sharp, serene, and supreme. The mountain Sage was pushed into the ground by the incessant descent. Gently and slowly, the rain let up as if the coming of dawn after a rainstorm, granting the mountain-slinging Sage some reprieve. Amidst the chaos of their last action of using the Resonance Qi Talisman, effectively harming the souls of two Sages, the only sounds that could be heard were the agonized pants of the mountain-slinging Sage and the faint reverberation of a sword cry in the air, hanging with lingering intent like an executioner's blade.

From an opening above, a single figure descended. The gazes of all those who could react turned to this figure with shock and awe or other curious emotions. Many were baffled by this sudden development. Another? Again?! Just as the situation seemed to take a turn for the worse, with all three of the Knightly Dao Pavilion's taught and trained Sages suffering inexplicably horrific fates, another person with great strength dared to arrive!

They didn't know if this person was a friend or foe either, so their hearts were pounding ferociously in their chests!

The figure floated down slowly. It was a young man wearing a pristinely white swordsman. His handsome visage was dashing to the utmost, borderline unrivaled, with a demeanor of flawless heroism exuding from every breath, from every step, and from every movement of his dark pair of eyes that contained a peaceful sharpness that highlighted his eternal gracefulness.

His long, loose grey hair with the front tied into a ponytail accentuated his looks, granting him a type of unrestrained, free-spirited, and unrivaled aura of a fallen immortal visiting the mortal realms. He seemed unreal despite being tangible to the physical and spiritual senses, like a dreamy haze extracted from an ancient yet timeless story.

With a sheathed sword in his left hand, his right hand free of anything but air and a dull grey ring, his eyes swept the scene as the surrounding chaotic space was quelled as if it was a distorted rebellion, becoming clear and normalized. Then, his gaze lingered on the floor that was littered with sword scars and a hunched-over body that was quivering slightly.

"Ugh!" A grunt of pain resounded softly as the body lifted itself, the four-colored hooded cloak was almost torn into tatters, barely concealing the identity of the figure, the connection it had with the heavens was undeniably severed.

A single strike severed the heavens!

"Where is Wanqing?" Three words left his lips as a newcomer, and his voice was downright strong, not too deep yet not too light, and pleasant to listen to, pleasant to follow, and unpleasant to ignore.

Boom!

The mountain-slinging Sage unleashed a tempest of mystic power as they exerted their full strength, releasing their Mystic Aura, shifting the fundamentals of the world with it, no longer hiding behind cloaks or concealments.

It was clear that Sage was a powerful Sage that built their foundation on a unique breath of fourth-tier True Breath of a Sage during their ascent. Moreover, they had a strong, sturdy foundation, and given their Resonant Qi Talisman usage, they were not lacking in wealth and backing.

"You!" Finally, they spoke, exposing the voice of a cold feminine rage.

"A woman?!" Shang Liu was not expecting that. For women, the Catalyst Body of a female was not very useful without some very peculiar methods with specific requirements. They would do well to find the male equivalent, the yang to the Catalyst Body's yin. Why was such a powerful Sage trying to grab Shang Wanqing?! Was it for someone else?

The young man who resembled a fallen sword immortal calmly looked over at the mountain-slinging Sage's tempestuous rage with indifference. Unbothered by her overwhelming strength.

Wei Wuyin's eyes glowed with interest. When this young man arrived, he felt a few mysterious auras pin him down from seemingly nowhere, fleeting and elusive, yet at the ready with clear intent to involve themselves. This didn't bother him, but the young man's cultivation made him curious.

This young man's cultivation base was not superior to Skytouch's! He was only an Original Magistrate! A Heavenly Saint at the sixth stage of the Mystic Ascendant Realm! While there was no false Sage power enveloping him, his strength far, far, far exceeded his cultivation base. A single move rendered a fourth-tier Sage gasping for breath, their Heavenly Treasure destroyed!

"Eh?" It seemed the mountain-slinging Sage finally adjusted her senses, discovering the fact of the young man's cultivation as well. A moment of feeling ridiculous lingered in the air before she spat out a dark laugh of self-ridicule. "A measly Original Magistrate? Who are you even?" Her rage cooled and her aura turned frighteningly indifferent.

She lightly touched her cloak, sending a burst of energy to repair it within an instant, and then she pressed her foot on the scarred and cracked floor. The entire Main Hall trembled, sending waves of air down to the continent, shaking the very sky and dispersing clouds!

"Die!"

She executed an Ascension Art, conjuring the nine ways of Mysticism all together, summoning forth solid mana to form hundreds of earthly brown anchor chains with sharp, flesh-ripping serrated blades hungering for blood and life. They roared toward the young man with murderous intent.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Me?" The young man straightened the palm of his free hand, manifesting a burst of firelight, before lightly swinging it diagonally. A swathe of sword light erupted into existence, slicing onward with unstoppable momentum.

The mountain-slinging Sage's entire body shook with surprise as she watched her Ascension Art sliced into harmless bits numbering tens of thousands by Heavenly Saint-level of mystic power.

Wei Wuyin's eyes brightened considerably. He sensed it immediately—a Nascent Sword Soul! Moreover, not just a Nascent Sword Soul, but the Profound Energy that it created at higher levels! It was, by his estimation, not at the third level like his Element, nor was it merged with an external object, but genuinely fused into his cultivation base.

A fourth-level Nascent Soul!

The Profound Saber Energy came from his Profound Saber Meridian acquired at the third level of the Nascent Saber Soul, and this allowed his Saber Energies generated to be a level above, similar to how alchemical energies from an Alchemic Soul were a tier higher than self-cultivated, method-made alchemical energies!

This had subtly improved Wei Wuyin's saber in significant ways, contributing to his peak 'Mortal Vs Mystic' victory against Enlightened Sage Springfield.

Even the mountain-slinging Sage was unable to believe it as she pressed both hands together and was blown back a few feet, screeching to a harsh stop with lacerations on their arms. The sword light was not only sharp but impossibly fast! It was truly fast!

"You can call me Su Yi," the young man announced his name directly, and yet his name invoked an unimaginably unexpected emotion!

"You! Su Yi?! Supreme Sages can not act here!" Bitingly spat the mountain-slinging Sage. There was panic overwhelming her voice, and the intent to flee was born immediately.

Supreme Sage?!

Shang Liu was stunned; the young man before them was only an Original Magistrate, far from a Supreme Sage. Moreover, what did this young man want Shang Wanqing for?! He felt a dreaded sensation in his heart. Instinctively, he turned to Wei Wuyin who he had just beseeched to act. The starry-eyed foreigner's gaze stayed fixed on the young man.

Wei Wuyin had no idea how to reach the fourth level of the Nascent Saber Soul, not even the Heavenly War Spirit or any of the Sages he had claimed was aware of its cultivation method, and he was slowly making steps in the dark, the progress being horrendously slow, yet there was a clue before him right now!

Moreover, it was from a Blessed! What other opportunities did he have?

A Blessed that can fight against a fourth-tier Sage as a Heavenly Saint! This was unprecedented! Excluding himself and the future Prime Ascendants, of course. But several dozen factors contributed to his their strength. What constituted this Blessed's heaven-defying strength?! Not even Shang Liu could intervene in a fight between Sages as a Mystic Overlord of 200,000 years!

The differences between cultivation realms become immensely chasm-like as realms and stages rise, so just leaping past to fight a single stage of cultivation in the Mystic Ascendant Realm on equal terms was already unbelievable, but two stages and showing a clear dominance?!

Su Yi didn't respond to the mountain-slinging Sage's accusation, only calmly asking yet again: "Where is Wanqing?" The tip of his fingers ignited with firelight, sword light danced majestically through his joints, and his eyes grew piercing as Sword Intent leaked out of his eyes as a smoky light.

"Tch! Screw you!" The mountain-slinging Sage pressed both hands outwards before unleashing a tsunami of raw mystic aura, flooding the Main Hall in a fraction of a second before kicking off and executing a movement-type Ascension Art that split through the restrictions established like butter, spatially shifting across the void in a blink of an eye.

"You think you can get away?" Asked with an indifferent voice, Su Yi's figure flickered into shadowy lines before vanishing, similarly spatially shifting!

Wei Wuyin silently thought at this moment.

"Don't let them escape!" Shang Liu pleaded in panic. "Shang Wanqing expressed interest in becoming your concubine! It's why she refused to come earlier—I refused to allow her to marry someone not of her age or even dare to propose it!" Shang Liu said something that Wei Wuyin hadn't expected at all!

"What?" Not in a million years did Wei Wuyin expect himself to be involved here with a legitimate interest. Shang Wanqing was a Catalyst Body, just like Xi Ning! She was a cultivator's fortuitous encounter!

Shang Liu clenched his fists tightly as the concern and desperation his eyes nearly exploded, "She would rather be a concubine of yours than a wife of a young talented genius…"

"..." Wei Wuyin.

"..." Shang Liu.

They exchanged a stare.

There was no need to explain why. As men, they both knew why. When hadn't Wei Wuyin encountered this before?!

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Wei Wuyin shook his head with a heavy breath. He wasn't in the habit of forcing marriage on anyone, nor was he so ridiculous to offer a price for her body, treating her as a commodity, but a Catalyst Body wanting to be a concubine of her own free will? Not an official wife? That was a no-brainer on that offer! Especially given how beautiful she was!

For any male cultivator!

For any emperor!

"I'll be right back then," Wei Wuyin heartily laughed as his aura slowly changed, his left arm releasing an impossible-to-perceive sinful light of lust, no longer restrained! Just as he moved, so did those auras that had locked onto him!