First Immortal of the Sword

Ye Boheng’s words weren’t the least bit pleasant, and their meaning made both Ye Tianqu and Tu Yong uncomfortable. Both of them furrowed their brows.

“Scoundrel! How can you talk like that?” Ye Tianqu harshly rebuked him. “Hurry up and apologize to our fellow Daoist.”

Ye Boheng said stubbornly, “Everything I said was true.”

Ye Tianqu’s expression darkened.

Su Yi had been watching this entire exchange from the sidelines, but now, he suddenly interjected, “Since you dare speak the truth, why not tell your father what you did last night?”

Ye Boheng froze, stunned, and his expression shifted. “What do you mean by that?”

“If you’re brave enough to do something, you should be brave enough to admit having done it. I’ll give you a chance to turn over a new leaf, but if I have to tell them for you, you’ll no longer have the opportunity to repent.” Su Yi then took out his wicker chair, sat by the railing, took out a jug of wine, and drank with relish.

Ye Tianqu couldn’t help but frown suspiciously at his son. “What did you do last night?”

Tu Yong looked over as well. 

The pressure on Ye Boheng increased, and his expression shifted erratically.

A little while later, he took a deep breath. “Father, do you remember what I said earlier? No matter what, I would never have let anything endanger you or Uncle Yong.”

Ye Tianqu suddenly realized something, and his expression was instantly unsightly. He spoke emphatically, enunciating every word. “I asked you what you did last night!”

His tone was harsh.

In the face of his father’s undisguised anger, the blood drained from Ye Boheng’s face, and he trembled from head to toe. In all his years of life, he’d never once seen his father so angry!

However, Ye Boheng still felt wronged. He gnashed his teeth and said, “I admit that I had a private conversation with Miss Xiang Tian of the Blood Pheasants, but I did it with our best interests in mind!”

Ye Tianqu’s expression changed dramatically, his face ashen with anger. “You unfilial wretch! How dare you collude with our enemies!”

Whap!

He slapped Ye Boheng across the face, sending him staggering back. Ye Tianqu squatted on the ground, half his face swollen and bleeding.

When Tu Yong saw this, he hurriedly tried to dissuade his master. “Your Excellency, please, calm down. Please let the young lord finish his explanation.”

Ye Tianqu gnashed his teeth. “What is there to say? You saw what happened just now. That woman really was a Blood Pheasant!”

He took a deep breath. “Earlier, I thought it quite strange. We told no one about this expedition, yet that woman and her allies boarded the Cloud Tower Treasure Ship just yesterday. Now, I finally understand. So, you were behind this, you unfilial brat!”

Ye Boheng wiped the blood from his lips, but his gaze remained stubborn. “Father, I can promise that everything I did was for our benefit! I had absolutely no intention of betraying us!

“Miss Xiang Tian told us that in Tianya City, the clan’s predicament is precarious and urgent. Even if we bring the treasure, it’s unlikely to end well.”

As he spoke, Ye Boheng crawled back to his feet. “I tried to dissuade you from throwing yourself into the storm many times over, but you refused to listen to me!”

As he said that last sentence, he looked both angry and aggrieved. 

Ye Tianqu’s eyes bulged. “So you colluded with that yao witch to take us down?”

Ye Boheng shook his head. “Father, you’ve misunderstood. Yesterday, Miss Xiang Tian promised that so long as we handed over the treasure, no one would make trouble for us. And she promised…”

“What else did she promise?” asked Tu Yong.

Ye Boheng lowered his head. “I like Miss Xiang Tian, and she likes me too, so she said… that she’d become my Dao partner…”

But here, his expression filled with pain, and he suddenly glared at Su Yi. “But that guy just killed her!”

Ye Tianqu was so angry that he couldn’t help but cough up blood.

Tu Yong was instantly frantic. “Your Excellency, please, calm your fury!”

Ye Boheng’s expression shifted too. “Father, everything I said earlier was true. I dare swear by the heavens themselves that I did it all out of consideration for our safety, so please… please don’t be angry…”

Ye Tianqu’s breathing sped up with a mixture of pain and indignation.

But when he saw the obvious concern on his son’s face, he was left with a bellyful of rage but nowhere to vent it. For a moment, he couldn’t even speak.

Su Yi had witnessed this entire exchange, and he couldn’t help but shake his head.

This Ye Boheng might seem like he’s acting out of concern for his father’s wellbeing, but in truth, he’s just a puppet, and he's too stupid to realize it. Pathetic!

If I were that kid’s father, I’d cough up blood too.

“Fellow Daoist, our family has embarrassed itself in front of you. If we offended you, we humbly request your forgiveness.” Ye Tianqu let out a long sigh, then bowed to Su Yi. His expression was bitter and bleak.

Su Yi waved the apology away. “Your son isn’t a bad sort; he’s just a bit dim-witted.”

One sentence, and Ye Boheng saw red.

“You’re not convinced?” Su Yi said coolly. “Then do you know how high that woman’s cultivation base is?”

Ye Boheng furrowed his brow. “What do you mean by that?”

Ye Tianqu and Tu Yong looked at each other. Both of them were a bit bewildered too.

But then, Su Yi continued. “And did you realize that the one who ‘died’ now was just one of her avatars?”

Ye Boheng reacted as if he’d been struck by lightning. He couldn’t help but blurt, “That…”

Su Yi looked at him pityingly, “You know nothing at all, yet you’re so eager to tie the knot and become Dao partners? And you really think her promise is enough to ensure your safety? If you’re not stupid… what are you?”

Ye Boheng’s expression shifted, but just as he was about to argue, Su Yi looked away. “Just wait. That woman’s true body will be here shortly. Then, all will become clear.” 

Both Ye Tianqu and Tu Yong’s expressions shifted, while Ye Boheng slumped despondently and muttered, “If everything you say is true, then Miss Xiang Tian is still alive. That’s good too…”

Su Yi shook his head. The kid’s too infatuated to think straight.

It was then that his eyebrows shot up, and he whispered, “She actually got here quite quickly.”

Before his voice finished echoing through the air, dense, blood-colored light tinged the formerly dark horizon.

From a distance, she was only dimly discernible, but a slender, graceful figure walked amidst the bloody firelight blanketing the skies. It was like the descent of a yao goddess.

The mountains and rivers trembled, and the landscape dimmed.

An oppressive, terrifying aura spread outward.

Most of the ship’s passengers had long since fled, but the few that remained had a complete mental breakdown. They cried out in panic, jumped overboard, and fled like mad.

“An… Imperial expert!!!” Ye Tianqu and Tu Yong gasped, their expressions full of surprise.

But Ye Boheng was completely stunned. He could tell that the delicate figure descending from the dome of heaven and the Miss Xiang Tian he dreamed of were one and the same!

However, Xiang Tian now resembled a lofty monarch. She wore a long black dress, and her hair was tied up. When she looked around, her eyes glinted with icy, indifferent light.

Her smooth forehead was particularly eye-catching: it had a golden flower marking as radiant as fire.

As she descended, an oppressive, blood-colored light enveloped the entire landscape. That terrifying imposing presence made even heaven and earth change color!

Ye Boheng cried out in delight, “You really are still alive, Miss Xiang Tian!”

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Ye Tianqu felt the sudden urge to slap this unfilial son of his to death!

After all this, he still couldn’t tell that something was fishy here!?

Meanwhile, the woman in the black dress stopped in place and stood in the distant skies. 

Her gaze was cool and indifferent, and she ignored Ye Boheng completely, instead focusing on the blue-robed young man sprawled out in a wicker chair. “Young lord, we meet again.”

Her voice was icy, yet utterly dignified.

Su Yi smiled, then gestured to Ye Boheng. “You once agreed to become his Dao partner. Did you mean it?”

After a brief daze, Ye Boheng’s expression filled with hope, eagerness, and utter infatuation.

But the woman in black furrowed her brow, her imposing aura filling the skies as she said coldly, “Even in the last moments before your death, you insist on using that unsightly fool to provoke me? You sure are brazen.”

Unsightly… fool!?

Ye Boheng felt as if he’d been struck by lightning. He couldn’t help but cry out, “Miss Xiang Tian, how could you say that? Didn’t you say you and I would…”

“Unfilial wretch! Haven’t you brought enough shame on us already!?” Before he could finish, Ye Tianqu struck him at the base of his neck, and he fell limply to the ground, unconscious.

This was just too shameful!

His unfilial son’s behavior brought shame upon his father, and Ye Tianqu longed for nothing more than a hole to hide himself in.

Su Yi completely ignored this little interlude. He just rose, put away his wicker chair, then looked at the woman in black seriously. “You promised, so how can you go back on your word. No matter what, I have to ensure your marriage goes through.”

Ye Tianqu and Tu Yong were flabbergasted. Even if you’d hit them over the head, they never would have guessed that this blue-robed teenager would dare speak to an Empress like that.

“That so? I’d love to see you try,” said the woman in black, her gaze cold and imposing. As her voice rang out, she suddenly attacked from afar.

Boom!

A hundred-foot blood-colored palm condensed in the air, full of the unearthly, monstrous power of Profound Dao Laws as it descended ruthlessly upon Su Yi.

The air exploded and collapsed beneath it.

The thousand-foot tower ship, massive as it was, couldn’t withstand her terrifying aura, and it suddenly exploded into fragments in midair.

Although this palm was targeted at Su Yi, it bore down on Ye Tianqu and Tu Yong as well. Both felt restricted and helpless, and their expressions changed.

However, just as they were about to struggle, a clear, impassioned sword hum reverberated throughout the nine heavens and ten earths.

Su Yi’s blue robes billowed around him as he drew his sword and casually slashed through the air.

Bang!!!

In the skies above Su Yi’s head, a perfectly straight cut appeared through the hundred-foot crimson palm. It exploded into pieces, scattering like a radiant rain of light.

Even more tyrannically, the slash cut through even the terrifying aura of an Imperial expert enveloping the area.

Ye Tianqu and Tu Yong were both tongue-tied and dumbstruck. Did he just break an Emperor’s attack with a single, casual swing of his sword!?

“Hm?” In the distant skies, the woman’s gaze was solemn, and she couldn’t help but be surprised. How could a Spiritual Revolution teenager produce such an unbelievably terrifying power of the Dao of the Sword?