“Su… Su Su Su Old Demon…”

Yu Wenjing was completely dumbfounded. He never expected that the magic boat he thought belonged to a senior from his sect would actually have Su Jie, the demon path’s immortal seed, aboard.

“Who’s insulting me?”

Su Jie put down his teacup, lifted an eyebrow coldly, and locked his gaze on Yu Wenjing.

Yu Wenjing finally came to his senses. Upon seeing Su Jie’s figure and the dense demon aura from the demon cultivators on the boat, he instantly realized this was a demon path magic boat. He wasn’t sure by what means they managed to capture it, but he knew if he didn’t run now, he wouldn’t have another chance to escape.

Whoosh!

Yu Wenjing quickly turned and fled, his speed several times faster than when he came, as if a single streak of light pierced the sky.

“Brother Yu Wen, can we go up to the magic boat?”

Seeing Yu Wenjing returning, Mo Shiyao asked.

“Go up there? Hell no! Going up there is asking for death! This isn’t my sect’s magic boat, it’s full of demon cultivators from Ghost Ridge Palace, and Su Jie is on it too. Run, run!”

Yu Wenjing’s voice was anxious as he hurriedly shouted, “Don’t delay, run away with me quickly.”

“What? How could that devil be here?”

Mo Shiyao’s face turned pale, her body shivering from the shock of the news.

“Oh, is Su Jie on board? Haha, perfect, I’ll test my sword on him.”

In contrast, Zhang Xinming wasn’t startled but delighted by the news. His eyes glimmered with a sharp light beneath his sword brows, like countless sword blades unsheathing.

“Brother Zhang, you’re no match for him. Now is not the time for a battle of ego.”

Yu Wenjing’s scalp tingled at Zhang Xinming’s words. How could this sword cultivator be so rash? Was he not aware of who the opponent was? Instead of thinking about fleeing, he was buzzing with excitement to confront Su Jie. If you have the ability, then confront him head-on.

“Senior Brother Zhang, let’s temporarily retreat. We can return once our sect’s seniors arrive to deal with this devil.”

Mo Shiyao also advised, though she believed Zhang Xinming had great strength, the shadow Su Jie cast on her mind was too deep.

“Hmph, as cultivators, how can we retreat when facing strong enemies? Sword cultivators grow stronger when faced with greater power. What we cultivate is the indomitable sword intent. You don’t need to persuade me anymore. Let me see what this demon path’s immortal seed is capable of. If I can battle and defeat him, my sword intent will surely advance by three points.”

Zhang Xinming’s face was resolute, his eyes cold and proud, entirely unmoved, insisting on sparring with Su Jie.

The more Yu Wenjing and Mo Shiyao tried to dissuade him, the more they incited Zhang Xinming’s innate pride. He never believed he would lose to any peer, especially a demon cultivator.

“I’m quite interested in this person too. He’s made such a big name for himself. I want to see what he’s really made of.”

Jiang Lin clutched a string of prayer beads in her hand, with a vermillion dot on her forehead radiating a thousand rays of light. Her pure white robe fluttered loudly, and her entire being exuded an overwhelming fighting spirit.

“Amitabha Buddha, let me try to persuade this lost soul of the demon path to return to the righteous way and follow the Buddhist path.”

He Wenfeng clasped his hands together with a compassionate expression, a halo forming behind his head that made people feel an urge to worship.

“You all…”

Yu Wenjing’s mouth twitched as he looked at this stubborn group. They didn’t understand the terror of Su Jie, but Yu Wenjing certainly did.

Seeing these people insist on seeking their own doom, Yu Wenjing’s face darkened as he decisively chose to first escape.

“I’ll go get reinforcements for you; I’ll be back soon.”

The moment Yu Wenjing finished his sentence, he had already fled miles away.

“That coward…”

Zhang Xinming scorned, looking at Mo Shiyao, who seemed ready to move, and asked, “Miss Mo, are you leaving too?”

Mo Shiyao bit her lip. For the sake of her relationship, she finally bit her lip and said, “I’ll stay and help everyone deal with this devil.”

As they were speaking, they suddenly saw Yu Wenjing, who had initially run far away, returning in a panic like he was on fire.

“Yo, has Brother Yu Wen finally come around and decided to join us in fighting this demon path immortal seed?”

Jiang Lin saw this and smirked with a trace of ridicule.

“Just take a look for yourselves at what’s behind us! You all are responsible for getting me trapped here. If it weren’t for you delaying me, how could I have ended up in this mess?”

Yu Wenjing’s voice was mournful as they all followed his finger.

In the distance, they saw a massive centipede over three hundred meters long with nearly a thousand pale corpse hands emerging from behind a mountain, its fierce and oppressive aura inundating the surroundings for tens of miles, causing countless small animals to tremble in fear and scatter in a frenzy.

Earlier, Yu Wenjing had been blocked by this top-grade seven refinement poisonous insect, the thousand-hand centipede.

Upon seeing this poisonous insect, Zhang Xinming and the others became serious. A top-grade seven refinement gu insect could easily devour an unsuspecting Secret Realm Fifth Level cultivator whole.

“That insect…”

Mo Shiyao immediately recognized the thousand-hand centipede as Su Jie’s signature lifebound poisonous insect, now famous across Qingzhou. It had even been made into illustrations and widely disseminated in the Qingzhou Righteous sects, warning disciples to just run at the sight of such a giant centipede without thinking twice.

“Everyone, are you perhaps looking for me?”

Suddenly, a voice came over.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a handsome young man with deep eyes hovering in the air, smiling at them.

“So it’s you, Su Jie. Alright, take this sword from me.”

Zhang Xinming’s eyes lit up, and as soon as he finished speaking, a blue rainbow light flashed from his waist, like a single line of white between the sea and sky.