Young Noble Be Monster Slaying

Xuan Yinzi left this world peacefully.

…

Earlier…

Though no sound came from the other side, Di Nufeng felt the tremors ripple through the air and couldn't help but chuckle wickedly.

But just as quickly, a surge of powerful spiritual energy erupted from the black hole.

Di Nufeng exclaimed, "That guy is coming out!"

On the other side, Xuan Yinzi’s expression twisted with fury.

So, someone dared to play tricks on me? Xuan Yinzi growled inwardly, his flesh charred and bones barely holding together. You did not expect that this… would be the final Spirit-Slaying Jar I need, did you?

Despite his battered body, Xuan Yinzi pressed forward, mouth gaping to devour the spiritual energy in the jar.

The power that coursed through him was but a sliver of what he once commanded at his peak. Nevertheless, it was enough to break the last seal. Long ago, he had poured every ounce of his cultivation into breaking the cavern’s defenses. This jar was the missing piece.

And this Spirit-Slaying Jar was the last thing he needed to break out of the cavern.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"

Xuan Yinzi let out a roar filled with pain, anger, and exhilaration, howling toward the sky as his foundational qi erupted. Though his withered form resembled a corpse, the power he unleashed carried a world-destroying force!

How strong was the seal forged by the self-sacrifice of an Eminent One at the seventh realm?

It was so strong that only an expert of Xuan Yinzi's caliber could break free!

Rumble.

The cavern collapsed and shattered as river waves surged violently. Diabolical qi billowed like a black fog, gushing from depths of the river!

"Tremble! Fear! Wail!" Xuan Yinzi bellowed.

Holding onto the last bit of life he had left, he pushed out all his remaining energy in one final burst, enjoying the brief thrill it brought.

All he needed was to escape. He could soon recover the rest afterward.

As the barrier shattered and the seal fractured, the merging of two spaces unfolded before his eyes. And there, standing amidst the swirling darkness was a figure—a woman.

She wore a fiery red robe, the high slit along her side revealing slender legs as pale as moonlight. Her black hair danced in the lingering shockwaves, yet her gaze remained cold and distant.

Xuan Yinzi and the woman both held the Spirit-Slaying Jar. She gripped it firmly, while his charred hand was glued to it.

Is it her? The one who has been toying with me all this time?

Two people who seemed to be cultivators stood behind her.

Good. Their flesh and blood were of excellent quality.

Let them be the first ones I consume upon my return. Their sacrifice will mark the beginning of my rise to power once more. Surely, they should feel honored.

Xuan Yinzi had never put much faith in fate, but now, he wondered if perhaps it had a hand in his return.

Once he escaped, he was certain of how his path would unfold. He would ascend once more to the eighth realm, reclaim the Dark King Sect, and surpass the heights he once stood upon.

Adversity would surely give way to prosperity, he thought.

Xuan Yinzi’s early years were marked by relentless battles. Through bloodshed and struggle, he clawed his way to the top, rising from mountains of corpses and seas of blood to claim the title of sect leader of the eighth-realm Dark King Sect.

Yet, just as he was at the height of his glory, he was betrayed by a disciple and fell to the seventh and a half realm.

After years of decline, Xuan Yinzi believed his chance for resurgence was finally within reach. However, during a fierce battle for a map leading to the Immortals' Storehouse, fate twisted against him once more. He was sealed away, teetering on the brink of death.

Most would have perished under such misfortune, but Xuan Yinzi endured.

His survival was proof enough. From this moment on, his path could only lead to greatness!

A cruel glint flickered in Xuan Yinzi's eyes as he gazed at the figures standing before him.

It's unfortunate that you encountered me today! If you kneel and beg for mercy, you might suffer less. When you reach the netherworld, tell the king of the netherworld to grant you a better reincarnation in your next life!

The power to decide life and death filled him with satisfaction. The thought alone made him burst into laughter.

"Hee-hee-hee…"

Yet, as the sinister chuckle echoed through the cave, another laugh joined in—identical to his own.

His gaze locked with the woman in red, and to his disbelief, she wore the same wicked grin.

Both paused at the same time. "Hmm?"

Xuan Yinzi was puzzled. I came out, so I laughed. Why is she laughing? I clearly look like a monster. Isn't she afraid of me?

Di Nufeng frowned. "Who the heck are you to be laughing the same way as me?"

"Me?" Xuan Yinzi froze in anger at her words. Unbelievable! After all these years, the younger generation no longer recognizes my authority?

"It's unfortunate that you encountered me today…" Di Nufeng said in a heavy tone.

Huh? Xuan Yinzi was even more puzzled. Wait, isn't that exactly what I just thought of saying earlier…?

Di Nufeng continued, "If you kneel and beg for mercy, you might suffer less…"

No, no, this isn't right. Xuan Yinzi grew furious. She's saying everything I was going to say!

Di Nufeng concluded, "When you reach the netherworld, tell the king of the netherworld to grant you a better reincarnation in your next life!"

Xuan Yinzi’s eyes widened in rage.

She's stealing all my lines!

"Waahhh!" he roared in fury.

Billowing diabolical qi coiled around him, thick and suffocating, condensing into a murderous force that loomed over the three figures ahead.

His strength had faded to a mere shadow of its former glory, barely one percent of his cultivation at his peak.

Nevertheless, dealing with a few insignificant bystanders should still be—

Bam!

"Ugh…"

Xuan Yinzi’s lofty confidence crumbled the moment Di Nufeng’s fist connected squarely with his face, sending the once-feared leader of the Dark King Sect spiraling into momentary darkness.

His qi and blood were already hanging by a thread, and that single heavy blow nearly finished him on the spot.

Wait… This isn't right. Isn't adversity supposed to lead to prosperity?

Bam!

I’ve been suffering for most of my life. Where’s my prosperity?

Bam!

Ahhhh! I won’t accept this. I still need to reclaim my spot at the peak!

Bam! Bam! Baaaaaaam!

Di Nufeng’s Violet-Golden Samadhi True Fire erupted, flames swirling and scattering in all directions. The intense heat lifted her hair, making it dance like crimson threads in the wind. Her expression remained cold and indifferent.

I hate this… Xuan Yinzi thought.

"I HIIIT!!!" Di Nufeng roared at last.

Bam!

As Di Nufeng withdrew her fist, Xuan Yinzi’s body crumpled backward. Everything below his neck remained intact, but his face had completely caved in.

His ruptured, protruding eyes still held a lingering glimmer—a longing for the new world he had envisioned as well as the heavy weight of shattered hope and boundless resentment.

Hatred clung to his corpse, his hands frozen mid-reach toward the sky. It was unclear whether he sought vengeance or mercy, but in the end, it made no difference. All of it faded into dust.

"This damn monster sure had a tough head," Di Nufeng remarked, cracking her knuckles with a look of disdain.

Chu Liang nodded in agreement. "Indeed quite strong."

It was the first time Chu Liang had seen someone simply die under his esteemed teacher’s fists instead of being reduced to nothingness.

No seventh-realm cultivator—regardless of how arrogant they were—had ever left behind anything resembling a body after enduring one of Di Nufeng's fiery punches.

"He should be Xuan Yinzi, right?" Chu Liang asked Jin Yuzhi.

Jin Yuzhi stood in stunned silence, her mouth slightly agape. She was frozen like a statue.

The rumors of Di Nufeng’s ferocity had always seemed exaggerated—until now. Seeing it firsthand made her realize those tales had barely scratched the surface.

That was terrifying. Oh heavens… Thank goodness the disciple had arrived at Golden Jade Temple first. If the debt-collecting esteemed teacher had arrived first…

The mere thought sent a chill crawling down Jin Yuzhi's spine.

After a long pause, Jin Yuzhi finally said, "Uh. I don't know him. Even if I did… I doubt I can identify him now."

At this moment, Xuan Yinzi’s face was a crumpled wreck of hatred and despair. His emaciated body resembled dried wood, and his tattered robes barely clung to his skeletal frame. His qi and blood had been depleted to such extremes that even after Di Nufeng’s relentless assault, not a single drop of blood flowed.

Strangely, his death seemed… peaceful.

In his desperate struggle to survive, he had already drained every ounce of life from himself.

After enduring countless hardships and finally seizing the last Spirit-Slaying Jar, he believed his return to power was inevitable.

But beyond the hell he had crawled through, another layer awaited.

Beyond the eighteenth layer… was the nineteenth.

Life, it seemed, was nothing more than an endless series of falls.

Where was the rise he had been promised?

Naturally, that realization only struck him after his death.

…

"I’ll burn this place down to make sure no trace is left."

"Teacher, there's no need for that this time. He’s a bad guy."

"…"

Watching the teacher-disciple duo clean up the scene felt less like witnessing justice at work and more like observing two veteran serial killers dispose of evidence. Within moments, it was as if nothing had happened.

What do you mean by there's no need for that this time’?

When was destroying evidence ever necessary before?

Judging by their skill, this was clearly not the first—or even the second—time they’d cleaned up like this.

As these thoughts raced in Jin Yuzhi's mind, she grew even more frightened.

The unsettling thought crept into her mind. If they were to get too carried away, would they deal with me just as effortlessly?

Chu Liang turned back and noticed Jin Yuzhi’s silence. Detecting the change in her emotions, he flashed a harmless smile. "Temple Overseer Jin, don't worry. The Mount Shu Sect is a righteous sect."

"His fingers won’t budge, and I can’t pry the enchanted tool off. Bring me the Dustless Sword to chop his fingers off," Di Nufeng called from the side.

"Alright," Chu Liang replied, turning back toward the corpse. "I’ll gut him while I’m at it, just in case he hid something in his chest or stomach. Remember that guy—oh, what’s his name—who hid treasures in his belly… hehe."

Di Nufeng glanced over and frowned as she corrected, "Aiya, you’re doing it all wrong. You have to cut here. Haven’t you ever dissected someone before?"

"You truly are experienced, Esteemed Teacher," Chu Liang humbly replied. "I’ll make sure to remember this for next time."

"Haha…" Jin Yuzhi forced out a weak laugh, her face pale as a sheet.

Mount Shu Sect is definitely a righteous sect… she thought nervously. But perhaps demons walk among them too.

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Translator: GT

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