<h4>Chapter 39: I Enter the Mortal World and Sharpen My Heart Like the Edge of My de</h4>


    Wen Jieyuan bore down on him, putting on airs.


    Su Yi just swept his gaze across the courtyard, and when he saw that nothing was damaged, he said lightly, “It’s true that quite a few strange things happened herest night, but… What does that have to do with you?”


    Wen Jieyuan’s?brow?scrunched up, and heughed, “Su Yi, you wretch of a live-in son-inw, you’ve only managed the Apricot Clinic for one day, yet your temper’s already grown this much?”


    The guardsughed coldly along with him.?They worked for the Wen Family. Over the past year, who among them hadn’t heard how worthless and pathetic Su Yi was?


    They didn’t take him the least bit seriously!


    Wen Jieyuan continued disdainfully, “Or is that you think, as her ‘husband’, you can take advantage of Lingzhao bing a Grandmaster’s disciple to improve your situation?


    “Let me tell you: even if I killed you here and now, Cousin Lingzhao wouldn’t avenge you!” As he said this, there was a hint of pity in his gaze.


    Su Yi’s expression only grew calmer. Suddenly, he asked, “Do you know Wu Ruoqiu?”


    Wen Jieyuan was suddenly serious. “Did you meet that wandering Daoistst night?”


    Su Yi instantly understood. “Just as I thought. You and your father have long since known about the courtyard’s dangers. Had anyone else spent the night here, I’m afraid they’d have died already.”


    Wen Jieyuan fell silent. Suddenly, he burst intoughter, a strange look in his eyes. “Su Yi, you were supposed to diest night, but then, it’s not toote.”


    He waved, his voice cold and indifferent. “Kill him!”


    “Yes, sir!” The guards scattered throughout the courtyard responded immediately, surrounding Su Yi, their gazes icy and murderous.?“My apologies, ‘Young Master’!”


    ng!


    A short but bulky man drew his iron shortsword, thenunched himself off the ground like an arrow?loosed?from its bowstring. He hurtled straight towards Su Yi’s back.


    The shortsword shed a perfectly vertical streak of sword light, fast as lightning.


    Su Yi didn’t so much as shift positions, but his sheathed sword whipped behind him.


    The sheath mmed into the short, bulky man’s chest when the shortsword was just half a foot from Su Yi’s back.


    Crunch!


    The attack looked casual, but it was iparably overbearing. The stocky guard’s ribs shattered and his chest caved in.


    He screamed in agony, but before he could react, the sheath rose and mmed into his neck.


    The Blood Cirction Realm, Refining Muscle Stage elite guard fell, knees mming to the ground with a thud, his neck broken and his head hanging limply. He breathed no more.


    It happened in an instant, and throughout the entire process, the sword never left its sheath, nor did Su Yi turn to face his foe. He’d killed him facing the opposite direction, without even looking at him!


    Everyone in the courtyard was horrified.


    “That cripple recovered his cultivation!?” Standing beside the well, Wen Jieyuan’s expression darkened.


    A year ago, the Sword Chief of Blueriver Sword Manor’s outer sect, Su Yi, lost his cultivation, then married into a Wen Family as a cripple. Everyone in Guangling City knew that.


    Yet now, Su Yi had effortlessly ughtered a Blood Cirction Realm cultivator!


    “All of you, attack at once!” The man in ck shouted coldly. He was the captain of this group of guards. He was tall and lean, and his eyes shed. He’d been immersed in the “Refining Sinew” stage for a long time, and he had amplebat experience.


    Even as he gave his orders, he led the way forward. He raised a three-foot mace over his head and swung.


    Whoosh!


    Fierce winds tore through the air with an ear-piercing howl.


    The other seven guards raised axes, des, tridents, and various other weapons, then charged as one.


    Based purely on the murderous intent emanating from them, it was obvious that they were ruthless and long ustomed to bloodshed.


    Although he was surrounded, Su Yi gazed only at his sword. He whispered, “Alright then. Today, I’ll baptize you in their blood.”


    Even as his whisper echoed throughout the courtyard….


    ng!


    A streak of sword light shot forth, and the sword, its de as dark as night and gleaming with faint purple hues, rose into the air. The metal hummed, as if moring for a feast of fresh blood.


    The sword was called “Mortal Edge.” The name came from the phrase “I enter the mortal world and sharpen my heart like the edge of my de.”


    ng!


    Mortal Edge’s sword light swept across the man in ck’s mace, which cracked, then split in half as if it were made of tofu.


    The sword’s edge was far too sharp and despotic!


    One swing of the de, and he cut through both the mace and its wielder’s right arm. A waterfall of blood gushed from the stump, bright red and piping hot.


    The man let out a low grunt and retreated in terror, only to see an iparably bloody scene y out before him.


    Su Yi’s sleeves billowed. He gripped his sword, nced to the sides like a fallen immortal, and struck six times in rapid session.


    Cut, stab, sweep, slice, burst, split!


    Every swing of his sword was fast as the wind and destructive as fire. The scattered attacks were unrestrained, as ethereal as lightning and fleeting as light.


    Su Yi resembled a cyclone towering into the nine heavens, wanton and unbridled.


    Thud!


    One of the guards copsed, eyes wide with shock, a bloody hole through his throat.


    Splurt!


    Another guard’s head flew from his shoulders and into the air, his face a mask of lingering terror.


    A rapid series of collisions and muffled thuds followed. Some of the guards were hacked to pieces. Others had their throats cut or their chests sliced open….


    Fresh blood burst like a disy of bright red fireworks, beautiful yet violent, blooming in the skies above the courtyard.


    When Su Yi stopped and lowered his sword, everyone but the ck-robed captain and Wen Jieyuan had perished. Blood flowed like a river.


    This was just like the silence following a sudden crack of thunder.


    Su Yi just stood there, as calm as ever, sword in hand, utterly at ease. The de was as dark as the night, and it dripped with blood.


    He stood surrounded by seven fresh, still-bleeding corpses, a bloody spectacle.


    “That… What kind of sword technique is that?” The ck-robed man was shocked out of his wits. He was dazed, and his eyes were bewildered; he waspletely intimidated.


    Wen Jieyuan was stunned too. He trembled in both terror and fury, and his eyes filled with disbelief.


    “If you nourish your sword with ughter, it grows ferocious. If you temper it in blood, it develops a baleful aura. It’s best to polish your sword with your Dao Heart. But then, although Mortal Edge has a hint of spirituality, it’s ultimately just a mortal weapon. The taint of bloodlust won’t harm it.”


    Su Yi nced at Mortal Edge, then at Wen Jieyuan. “You’re an ‘esteemed disciple’ of the Wen Family,” he said tly. “Don’t you dare fight me?”


    Wen Jieyuan felt a chill course through him.


    He was only in the Blood Cirction Realm’s Refining Muscle stage, and he’d been pampered from a young age. He’d never seen such a bloody spectacle in his life, and he was already scared out of his mind.


    “Young Master, run! Hurry!” Suddenly, the nearby man in ck shouted, pulled out a crossbow, and aimed it at Su Yi.


    Whoosh!


    A bolt shot out like lightning, its glint bitingly sharp.


    Su Yi shifted to the side, dodging with just three inches between the bolt and his throat. The point thudded into the courtyard’s walls, leaving a deep hole and scattering fragments of stone.


    From this, it was clear how powerful the bolt was!


    Wen Jieyuan had alreadye to his senses, and he seized this opportunity to flee the courtyard.


    The man in ck held his crossbow and rewound it, pulling the trigger and loosing one bolt after another.


    Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!


    The sharp points stirred up howling winds as they shot through the air in rapid session, straight towards Su Yi, as concentrated as a downpour.


    Su Yi didn’t retreat. Instead, he advanced, flickering and shifting, allowing the bolts to slip right past him.


    He was already at the Refining Sinew stage. He moved like an arrow andnded as gently as the wind, nimble as could be.


    Even though he walked amidst a rain of projectiles, he seemed calm andposed, dodging each iing bolt by a hair.


    In the blink of an eye, he arrived before the man in ck, entirely uninjured, not even a single hair out of ce.


    “If you do this, you’ll only hurt yourself!” The man in ck shouted. He’d already used up all his bolts, and as Su Yi drew near, he couldn’t help but despair.


    Strong!


    Too strong!


    So strong that even a Refining Sinew expert like him felt terror and helplessness rise from deep within his heart.


    “You saved your master out of loyalty. That’s worthy of praise, so I’ll give you a clean death.” With that, the tip of Su Yi’s sword shed.


    Splurt!


    The sword went straight through the man’s chest, destroying his heart.


    In thest moments before his death, he couldn’t believe how fast and efficient Su Yi’s movements were. It seemed he wasn’t the least bit concerned about how grave the consequences of his actions might be.


    The man in ck thudded to the ground and copsed in a puddle of blood.


    But Su Yi had already fixed his gaze elsewhere.


    Wen Jieyuan had already reached the gates, as frantic and terrified as a dog after losing its master.


    How could Su Yi let him escape so easily?


    With a flick of his toes, a shortsword flew into the air andnded in his palm.?His arms surged with power, and he flung it.


    Swoosh!


    The shortsword flew like an arrow, fast and ruthless as lightning, then sunk straight into Wen Jieyuan’s back.?Thebination of agonizing pain and overwhelming terror put Wen Jieyuan on the verge of copse.


    “If I’d known this would happen, I wouldn’t have had them lock the gates….” Wen Jieyuan’s?expression filled?with despair.


    But it was then that—


    Someone opened the gates from the outside, and a group appeared just beyond the courtyard.


    The leader was a hulking, mountainous figure in armor and warrior’s robes. When he opened his eyes, they seemed to crackle with electricity.


    This was none other than themander of the city lord’s guards, Nie Beihu.


    “Commander Nie, save me!” Wen Jieyuan had only just despaired, but now, he was mad with delight. He screamed for help, like a drowning man clutching at straws.


    “This….” Nie Beihu’s gaze swept across the courtyard. The sight of so many fresh, bloodied corpses surprised even him. His expression shifted, and he sucked in a cold breath of air.


    Huang Qianjun and a group of guards had followed him in, and the bloody spectacle shocked them, too. Their nerves went taut.


    Then, their gazesnded on the solitary figure standing amidst the carnage: Su Yi.


    They couldn’t calm down. It was obvious to all of them that he was responsible for all this bloodshed!


    “Commander Nie, hurry! Hurry and capture that viin Su Yi! He’s on a murderous rampage. He killed all my attendants, and he wants to kill me too!” Wen Jieyuan cried out, both bitter and frantic.


    He’d been at the banquet a few days ago, and he saw Nie Beihu and Fu Shan make an appearance. He instinctively assumed that since Nie Beihu was on good terms with the Wen Family, he’d back him up.


    But what happened next left him stunned.


    Nie Biehu suddenly came to his senses, sped his fist, and greeted Su Yi. “I apologize for myte arrival, Young Lord Su, and humbly request your forgiveness.”


    “Commander Nie, you… How could you….” Wen Jieyuan felt as if he’d been struck by lightning. He was tongue-tied, and his eyes bulged. He was too shocked to even speak properly.


    Nie Beihu ignored him, his expression indifferent. He just looked at Su Yi with utter respect.


    Su Yi furrowed his brow, then nced at Huang Qianjun. “Did you invite Commander Nie here?”


    Huang Qianjun froze. He could tell that Su Yi was displeased, and he broke into cold sweats.?He wanted to exin, but in the end, he could only lower his head and grimace. “Yes.”