Chapter 100 : Showing No Mercy
Chapter 100: Showing No Mercy?
“Cough…”
Hearing the young girl’s pleasant voice, everyone present coughed awkwardly, their expressions embarrassed.
They wanted to avert their gazes, yet could not help but look back at Li Yunqing again.
Her skin was so delicate it seemed it could break with a touch, fair and faintly glowing. Words like “exquisite” or “beautiful” felt insufficient—one could only fall silent.
They might not have recognized the title of Number One Beauty of Qingzhou before.
But the figure and appearance of the young woman before them—calling her the most beautiful in the world would not be an exaggeration.
Her face was gentle and serene, her temperament transcendent, yet her figure was alluring and captivating.
Every inch of her beauty struck directly into one’s heart, stirring the soul.
Even a fleeting glance would be unforgettable.
Let alone now, standing face to face—like a priceless treasure, breathtakingly beautiful.
Forget the Sword Saint—even if the Emperor of the Great Yu Imperial Dynasty stood here, he likely could not refuse such a girl.
“I never knew… when I became a demoness.”
Li Yunqing stepped forward slowly, her alluring figure becoming even more eye-catching with each step.
“Or is it that following my own will, going against the desires of men in this world, makes me a demoness?”
She stopped several zhang before the crowd, her calm gaze sweeping across everyone. “You are wrong about one thing.”
“The Sword Saint of Cangshan is my master. It was because I defied the imperial decree that he went to the capital to seek a chance of survival for me.”
“I do not know who misled you into saying such things.”
“But my master’s name cannot be slandered by you.”
“And my own innocence cannot be defiled by your gossip.”
“If I do not receive an explanation today, none of you here will leave safely!”
“Clang!”
As her calm and gentle voice fell, the sound of a sword rang out.
A sharp, gleaming longsword appeared in her hand, humming faintly.
Even if these people chose to retreat now, she had no intention of letting them off easily.
This was no longer about whether they blocked her path.
It was about making those who tarnished her and her master’s reputation pay a sufficient price.
To serve as a warning to the world.
And afterward, she would demand an explanation from the imperial family of the Great Yu Imperial Dynasty.
Those who plotted this scheme must pay with their lives, so that all under heaven would know.
Otherwise, it would not be enough to quell the anger in her heart.
“Buzz!”
As her thoughts surged, Immortal-Martial Power spread throughout her body, and her Frost Sword Intent erupted.
Centered on Li Yunqing, frost condensed upon the ground, spreading rapidly outward.
In the blink of an eye, it covered a radius of a hundred zhang.
Frost and snow filled the sky, the cold piercing to the bone.
After breaking through to Foundation Establishment, her Immortal-Martial Power had liquefied. Now, once unleashed, it could actually give rise to cold energy within heaven and earth.
It was like a natural manifestation of frost descending.
Though this frost was not yet under her control, it still enhanced her Frost Sword Intent.
Just like how Foundation Establishment cultivators could resonate with heaven and earth when casting techniques, greatly amplifying their magical power—
Her Immortal-Martial Power now also resonated with heaven and earth, bringing forth this frost-laden force.
If one day she could fuse her Sword Intent with this frost force, fully comprehend and control it—
She might directly open the Mysterious Gate and step into the Profound Realm Grandmaster.
“Clang!”
Amid the falling frost and snow, Li Yunqing stood calmly, her expression still gentle and serene.
But the sword in her hand pointed at the crowd. “I need an explanation.”
“Will you pay the price yourselves, or shall I act personally?”
Seeing the frost-filled sky and the spreading ice across the ground, everyone was shocked.
“Her Sword Intent… can actually draw upon the frost of heaven and earth?”
“A Grandmaster?”
“No! Impossible—how old is she?”
“Even if she started cultivating from the womb, she couldn’t be a Grandmaster!”
For a moment, fear rose in everyone’s eyes.
A Grandmaster merged intent with heaven and earth, harnessing the momentum of heaven and earth for their own use. Every movement carried overwhelming power.
A single step could shatter mountains and crack stone.
A flick of the finger could split waves and part seas.
That was the might of heaven and earth.
Even the Sword Saint, at Qi Realm Perfection, could only injure the Profound Realm—not kill it.
If a Profound Realm expert chose to flee, even another of the same realm could not fully stop them.
That was the power of the Profound Realm.
A gap of an entire major realm—an insurmountable divide.
To injure the Profound Realm was already the mark of an unparalleled Heaven’s Chosen Prodigy.
To kill across realms—from Qi Realm to Profound Realm—had never been done.
It was like a single person opposing heaven and earth itself.
No matter how exquisite one’s techniques or how abundant one’s true qi, they could not compare.
How could a human contend with heaven and earth?
How could true qi disrupt the workings of the world?
And yet—what were they seeing now?
A fifteen-year-old girl whose Sword Intent, upon release, could draw forth the frost of heaven and earth, covering a hundred-zhang radius in snow and ice.
This was beyond imagination.
Even the Sword Saint of Cangshan in his youth could not have been this terrifying.
“Demoness! The Great Yu has enjoyed four hundred years of peace—will you truly disrupt the world for your own selfish desires?”
Someone in the crowd shouted angrily.
It seemed to stir the crowd further, the words growing more impassioned: “The Sword Saint is a hero of his generation—we cannot let a demoness ruin him!”
“That’s right!”
“The Sword Saint has slain demons for twenty years, earning countless merits. Even the Emperor has praised him—how can he be ruined by a woman!”
“Yes! We must not let this demoness pass!”
“Demoness! If you truly cared for the Sword Saint, you would not act like this and drag him into dishonor!”
“And you still dare ask us for an explanation?”
The shouting rose again, emotions boiling over.
“Very well. If you will not give me an explanation, I will take it myself.”
Li Yunqing’s tone remained gentle—no shouting, no anger—just calmly stating something trivial.
Just as she was about to act, a powerful voice suddenly resounded across the scene.
“You cannot pass!”
As the words fell, a figure stepped across rocks, leaping several times and moving through the air, rapidly approaching.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived before the crowd.
He was a man around thirty years old, holding a horizontal blade. His entire being radiated sharpness—standing there like a blade that could pierce the heavens.
“Flying Blade… Qi Feihong!”
“The fastest blade, almost as famous as the Sword Saint?”
“He’s here too!”
Seeing the newcomer, everyone exclaimed, and the scene erupted once more.
“Senior Qi, you must not let this demoness pass!”
“That’s right! The Sword Saint’s name and the peace of the Great Yu must not be ruined by a demoness!”
Many stepped forward, voices overlapping chaotically.
Qi Feihong, known for his Flying Blade, was extremely famous across Qizhou, Yunzhou, and Linzhou.
If not for the difference in age, he might truly have stood shoulder to shoulder with the Sword Saint of Cangshan.
Even so, his reputation was immense.
When he was young, his village had been attacked by demons. The Demon Suppression Division arrived in time and saved everyone.
From then on, Qi Feihong resolved to practice the blade.
Without a master, he trained using only an ordinary blade manual, focusing solely on drawing his blade.
For ten years, day after day, he honed his skill—earning the title of the fastest blade in the three provinces.
He spent years in Mount Taimang slaying demons, and his reputation was known to nearly everyone in the jianghu.
Give him another ten years, and he might truly rival the Sword Saint in fame.
“The Sword Saint of Cangshan is a senior I deeply respect.”
“And the Great Yu Imperial Dynasty has saved my life.”
Qi Feihong’s expression was cold and resolute. His right hand gripped his blade as he looked directly at Li Yunqing, his tone solemn.
“So whether for the Sword Saint, or for the peace of Great Yu—you cannot pass.”
“Turn back now, and I will not harm you.”
“Otherwise…”
As he spoke, his gaze fell upon Li Yunqing’s gentle and serene face, a trace of reluctance flashing through his eyes.
“Do not blame me for showing no mercy!”