I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them? - Chapter 167
Chapter 167: Chapter 117: Killing a Grandmaster with a Single Palm_2
Translator: 549690339
It’s just a gamble; it only costs some Spirit Crystals,”
Cui’er fell silent. Had their return journey already become so dangerous?
Xu Yan rode on horseback, feeling bored and wanting to chat with the bodyguards. He noticed that all of them had stern faces, not given to frivolity, and they remained vigilant at all times, aware of their surroundings.
There was no desire in them to converse.
“What kind of status must she have, for these bodyguards to be like martyrs?”
Xu Yan thought to himself.
A hundred miles away from Iron Mountain County, traveling on a narrow road flanked by dense woods, the bodyguards rode their horses, protecting the carriage within a tight cordon.
Their weapons were clutched tightly in their hands, ready for any potential attack.
Unexpectedly, they traversed the dense woods without encountering any attack.
But Xu Yan’s eyebrows rose as he said, “Miss, exactly who are you that even Grandmaster Martial Artists are coming after you?”
Du Yuying’s face inside the carriage changed.
“What do you mean, young master?”
Were more Grandmaster Martial Artists coming to attack?
“There is a Grandmaster waiting ahead.”
Xu Yan lifted his chin, pointing ahead.
The entourage came to an abrupt stop. Outside the dense woods, a figure was levitating three feet off the ground.
Blood-red hair waved in the wind.
In his hand was a blood-red long knife, flickering with a fierce light.
Even at a distance, a faint scent of blood could be detected wafting over.
It was as if the person had killed countless others, staining himself with an endless amount of blood.
“Cough, cough…”
From the carriage behind, a coughing sound emerged, and a middle-aged man stepped out.
He was pale, with unhealed injuries.
“A Grandmaster from the Demon Cult?!”
Yan Kuan’s expression was extremely grave as he spoke, “Miss, 1 will try to hold him off. You must leave quickly!”
Du Yuying stepped out from the carriage, her bright eyes focusing on Xu Yan, “Young Master, can you deal with the enemy?”
Xu Yan looked at her veiled face, unable to see it clearly, yet her eyes shone brightly, and she had a remarkable figure. She exuded a heroic air, superior in temperament even to those concubines in Emperor Qi’s harem.
“I could, but as you know, he’s a Grandmaster, very formidable. It won’t be easy for me to handle him!”
Xu Yan glanced over at the Grandmaster of the Demon Cult ahead, clearly a nefarious character; that aura of blood indicated he must have killed many Martial Artists. It was likely he cultivated a murderous Cultivation Technique.
The Demon Cult bore enmity against him! One Xue Wuxin and another unknown cultist almost killed his junior brother.
So, whenever encountering Grandmasters from the Demon Cult, he should try to kill them if possible.
However, Xu Yan did not forget his mission to earn Spirit Crystals.
When Du Yuying heard his words, her eyes lit up, and she said with a trembling voice, “If you kill him, one thousand Spirit Crystals!”
“Only one thousand Spirit Crystals for a Grandmaster?”
Xu Yan was somewhat disappointed.
Du Yuying’s lips twitched slightly, hearing his tone as if he didn’t take Grandmasters seriously at all.
“Young Master, one thousand Spirit Crystals is not a small sum, and after all, you agreed to escort me. Moreover, since he is a Grandmaster, he should have some Spirit Crystals on him,”
Du Yuying reminded him.
After killing the Grandmaster, won’t everything on him be yours?
Xu Yan’s eyes sparkled, “That makes sense. Then I’ll go take care of him.”
He spurred his horse forward, approaching the situation quite casually.
Du Yuying and her entourage watched intently, filled with nervousness, and Yan Kuan looked especially solemn.
“Miss, you should still prepare to flee. 1’11 try my best to hold him off later,”
Yan Kuan spoke in a grave voice.
In his eyes, Xu Yan was just a green youngster, ignorant about the vast world and the power of a Grandmaster Martial Artist.
“It’s the impetuosity of youth; such exceptional talent often leads one to disdain everything, thinking even Grandmasters are nothing special!”
Yan Kuan sighed.
If he had not been injured, he would never have let the young man walk to his death.
But he was seriously wounded, and the young lady’s safety came first, so the young man’s fate was regrettable!
Xu Yan advanced on horseback, confronting the Demon Cult Grandmaster who stood suspended in the air, with his aura increasingly turbulent, and asked, “1 have a question for you. Do you know Xue Wuxin?”
“Hmm?”
The Demon Cult Grandmaster looked up, his eyes blood-red as he said coldly, “Do you know where Xue Wuxin is? Speak up, boy!”
“You want to see Xue Wuxin, huh? Then 1’11 send you to meet him.”
Xu Yan cracked a smile, “You’re a Grandmaster of the Demon Cult, accustomed to killing for treasure. You must have quite a few Spirit Crystals on you, right?”
“You’re seeking death!”
The Demon Cult Grandmaster flew into a rage. This youngster dared to mock him like this, treating him as prey. Did he not realize the dignity of a Grandmaster must not be insulted?
Boom!
The blood-red knife light erupted, demonstrating the Grandmaster’s might unmistakably in that moment.
Du Yuying and the others’ expressions changed drastically.
Yan Kuan’s face was especially grim, “He is an intermediate-stage Grandmaster!”
Even at his peak, it would not have been easy for him to receive such a blow.
After all, he was merely an early-stage Grandmaster.
No one knows what that young man said, but he actually enraged a Grandmaster!
Xu Yan raised his hand and struck out with a palm, from which a Golden Giant Dragon surged forth, its might terrifying, as it effortlessly obliterated the blade light.
With a dive and a spiral, the dragon swung its tail with a smack, striking the Grandmaster of the demonic sect on the head, instantly causing the head to explode!
Thump!
The Grandmaster of the demonic sect perished!
Yan Kuan’s eyes bulged, his hands trembling slightly.
Dead?
The Grandmaster of the demonic sect is actually dead?
And what kind of Cultivation Technique is that Golden Giant Dragon? It’s so wildly overbearing and its power so shocking!
Gulp!
Is that young man a Grandmaster Martial Artist?
Such a young Grandmaster, and he’s just starting out…
He found it a bit unimaginable!
Du Yuying’s little mouth fell open in shock. Although she had some guesses, they were just that—guesses. She never imagined that he was indeed a youthful Grandmaster.
What’s more terrifying is that the opponent’s strength is exceedingly formidable; that Golden Giant Dragon killed a mid-level Grandmaster in one strike!
Could it be that he is a Grandmaster of great accomplishment?
The guards who had been expressionless all this time were now all pale with shock.
“Miss, this… this…”
Cui’er was overjoyed, feeling like she had stumbled upon a treasure.
Xu Yan dismounted and searched the body of the Grandmaster from the demonic sect, pulling out a pouch. On opening it, he found several Spirit Crystals and a few Spiritual Notes.
He was delighted and looked at the Spiritual Notes.
Suddenly cursing, he said, “You call yourself a Grandmaster of the demonic sect? Aren’t you ashamed? Only these few hundred Spirit Crystals? You are a disgrace to the demonic sect, you deserve to die!”
He had thought that as a Grandmaster Martial Artist and a Grandmaster of the demonic sect, the man must have often engaged in killing and looting for treasure, so his wealth should have been extremely substantial.
Unexpectedly, there were only five Spiritual Notes worth a hundred Spirit Crystals each!
With a wave of his hand, he stirred up True Qi, grinding the corpse to ash and scattering it, ensuring the man was completely dead.
He remembered his master’s teachings well.
He picked up the Grandmaster’s knife, which should fetch some money, right?
He returned to his horse.
“I’ve helped you to kill the man, where are the Spirit Crystals?”
He reached out his hand to Du Yuying.
“Thank you, young master.”
Du Yuying was thrilled, sure that with such a Grandmaster strongman as an escort, she could surely return safely.
Cui’er took out a Spiritual Note and placed it in his hand.
Xu Yan cheerfully pocketed it, finding that earning Spirit Crystals wasn’t difficult.
Yan Kuan solemnly bowed with his fist and said, “I am Yan Kuan, may I ask…”
Xu Yan waved his hand and said, “An insignificant person, just an insignificant person!”
Yan Kuan’s mouth twitched as he could only return to the carriage.
Yuying turned and went back to the carriage. Xu Yan suddenly remembered something, lifted the knife of the Grandmaster of the demonic sect, and said, “This knife – do you want it? Name your price.”
“A thousand Spirit Crystals.”
Yuying nodded.
Cui’er handed over another Spiritual Note to Xu Yan.
Xu Yan was over the moon, no longer poor and now had some money to buy Spiritual Medicine.
The group continued onward.
In the night, they rested in the mountainous woods.
Midnight came.
With a whoosh, the might of a Grandmaster surged forth.
Another Grandmaster of the demonic sect.
“Young Master, a thousand Spirit Crystals!”
Yuying spoke decisively.
No problem!”
Xu Yan was thrilled, another thousand Spirit Crystals in hand, yet he also felt puzzled. Wasn’t it said that in the Inner Domain, Grandmaster Martial Artists were also top existences?
Why then did one after another keep showing up?
“Get down here!”
Roar!
The Golden Dragon roared, soaring into the sky, its might even more terrifying!
“Not good!”
The Grandmaster of the demonic sect, whose approach was fearsome, suddenly turned a shade of terror and hastily made a move.
Boom!
With one palm strike, he killed a Grandmaster. Xu Yan chuckled as he looted the body and, for good measure, shattered the bones to ash, leaving no chance of survival for the man.
“Why are these Grandmasters of the demonic sect so poor?”
Xu Yan expressed his confusion.
Members of the demonic sect, who frequently engaged in killing and looting, should be wealthy—so why was each one so impoverished?
