First Immortal of the Sword

d Circulation Realm cultivation to kill a Six-Severings Yin Corpse, a foe even Martial Dao Grandmasters would struggle to overcome.

Su Yi was like an ant bragging about biting a tiger to death: ridiculous and absurd to the extreme.

Su Yi sighed. He was telling the truth, but no one believed him.
This was really exasperating.
“I already said everything I have to say.
If you don’t believe me, you’re welcome to ask Yuan Luoxi and her companions.
I’m in no mood to explain myself any further.”

With that, he turned and entered his room.
“Have a good journey home.
Forgive me for not seeing you off.”

He was effectively giving them an eviction order.

Whap!

Zhang Yuanxing picked up his wine glass and flung it against the ground, shattering it.
“Su Yi, you’ve refused my good intentions.
You’re forcing my hand!” 

Su Yi suddenly turned around, his gaze increasingly cold.
“What? Young Master Zhang, do you plan to cause a disturbance at my residence?”

“A disturbance?” Zhang Yuanxing was so angry, he laughed, but he couldn’t be bothered to concern himself about his bearing any longer.
“I was polite to you earlier because I admired your performance at the Dragon’s Gate Banquet, but you’ve repeatedly pushed your luck.
Do you really think I’m so easy-going that I’ll just let this slide?”

His expression frosted over, and he pointed at Su Yi.
“Listen up! If you don’t give it to me straight, don’t blame me for my poor manners!”

The nearby Uncle Xiong said indifferently, “Young Master, please remain calm.
Su Yi says he’s capable of killing a Six-Severings Yin Corpse, so why not let me test him? We’ll see for ourselves if he was lying or if he’s really as skilled as he says.”

Zhang Yuanxing took a deep breath, then nodded.
“That works too, but Uncle Xiong, whatever you do, you mustn’t kill him.
I still want to ask him about Mother Ghost Ridge.
If I don’t learn the truth, it’ll gnaw away at my heart.”

Uncle Xiong nodded.
“Young man, too much is just as bad as too little.
It’s not too late for you to mend your ways and tell the truth.”

Su Yi’s lips angled upward.
In the end, he couldn’t help but laugh, as if he were looking at a pair of buffoons.
“You’re well aware that Yuan Luoxi and Cheng Wuyong respect me, yet you dare act so brazenly in front of me? Should I call you stupid? Or just reckless?”

Zhang Yuanxing froze.
From the look of him, he didn’t dare believe that even at a time like this, Su Yi would speak with so few reservations. 

Uncle Xiong’s expression darkened, his gaze suddenly murderous. Even he was stunned; he would never have imagined that a paltry little Blood Circulation Realm cultivator like Su Yi would treat him with such disrespect!

He hesitated no further.
He stepped towards Su Yi, his stride as powerful as a tiger or dragon, his aura billowing around him. 

Bang!

The courtyard gates suddenly swung open.

A graceful figure charged over and roared, “Zhang Yuanxing, try it if you dare!”

She wore military attire, with long, slender legs.
Beneath the moonlight, her pretty face blazed with unconcealed rage.

This was none other than Yuan Luoxi.

Three people trailed after her: Cheng Wuyong, Fu Shan, and Nie Beihu.

Their expressions weren’t the least bit pleasant either.

Su Yi was briefly stunned. What are they doing here?

Zhang Yuanxing had obviously been caught off guard too.
He froze, then asked, “Luoxi, didn’t you depart the city this morning?”

Uncle Xiong frowned, then stopped in his tracks, forcibly suppressing his killing intent.

“If I hadn’t come, how could I have witnessed your ‘awe-inspiring might’?” Yuan Luoxi’s beautiful eyes flashing with intimidating fury.

“I wouldn’t have guessed that the distinguished son of the Zhang Family Head would be so short-sighted,” Fu Shan snorted coldly.

When Yuan Luoxi flung blatant insults at him, Zhang Yuanxing could endure. But when he saw that even Fu Shan dared mock him, he instantly lost his temper.
“Fu Shan, who gave you the gall? How dare you talk to me like that?”

“I am the lord of Guangling City, and you’re attacking someone in my territory.
Am I not entitled to say a few words? Do you really think this is your home turf?” asked Fu Shan, his expression imposing. 

“You….” Zhang Yuanxing was just about to say something when Uncle Xiong pulled him back.

“Young Master, we ought to leave,” said Uncle Xiong gruffly. 

He could tell at a glance that with Yuan Luoxi present, if they really dared touch Su Yi, Cheng Wuyong, Fu Shan, and the others would stop them without hesitation.

Cheng Wuyong was enough to restrict their movements.
With two more Qi Accumulation experts like Fu Shan and Nie Beihu in the mix, the results were sure not to be in their favor.

But Zhang Yuanxing wasn’t willing to just leave like this….

He took several breaths, suppressed his irritation, and said sincerely, “Luoxi, it’s really not what you think….

Yuan Luoxi cut him off, not the least bit polite.
“Scram! Who wants to hear your explanations? If you don’t get out of here right this second, don’t blame me for losing my temper! When that happens, I’ll be interested to see whether or not your daddy comes running to help you get even!” 

These words were more than a little rude; she was blatantly trampling all over Zhang Yuanxing’s dignity.

His expression went red, and the veins bulged in his forehead.
He was on the verge of losing it. 

He wouldn’t have guessed that Yuan Luoxi would throw all caution to the wind and oppose him directly over the Wen Family’s live-in son-in-law! 

“Young Master, don’t forget the bigger picture.
This is but a moment’s shame; you’ll naturally make this right one day!” As he spoke, Uncle Xiong grabbed Zhang Yuanxing by the shoulder and dragged him off.
They soon disappeared from view.

The moonlight flowed like water through the misty night skies. 

The roast chicken on the stone table was left uneaten, the Pear Blossom Brew undrunk.
The hostile stand-off vanished into nothingness, just like that.

But Su Yi’s brow furrowed slightly.

Yuan Luoxi and company arrived right in the nick of time….
They’d essentially just saved Zhang Yuanxing and his Uncle Xiong’s lives….