Chapter Thirty-Four: Far Too Easy

"Brother Yizhao, how strong are those two?"
"Ten days ago, they were on par with me—life-and-death struggles, victory uncertain!"
Li Xiu Yue whispered, "But you’re a Gold Medal Enforcer!"
Su Yizhao gave a bitter smile. "They are also from the Enforcer Hall, their combat experience is just as formidable."
Li Xiu Yue’s face was filled with worry.
Suddenly, her eyes sparkled. "You said ten days ago they matched you. What about now?"
Su Yizhao’s lips curled. "Now? They die, I live."
"Wonderful!"
"But what about tomorrow?" Su Yizhao thought to himself, his anxiety fixed on the coming day.
The victor remains as the host—
Aside from those two, the rest of their sects?
Comparable to the disciples of the Profound Battle Hall, cultivators of the Six Divine Realm!
He was not so arrogant as to face such opponents head-on.
And now, nothing could be changed.
As expected, Xuan Wuji had no intention of altering the course.
"Su, boy!" Xuan Wuji said to him, "If you had killed them at the time, none of this would have happened. This is your responsibility—go! Show no mercy. Kill them, or be killed by them!"
Indifferent, cold—
As if he were but an ant.
Ahead, ten thousand cultivators parted, forming an aerial passageway.
Su Yizhao held his breath and straightened his body.
He gently released Li Xiu Yue’s small hand and stepped forward, riding his sword.
Oppression—
Pressure like a mountain bore down upon him.
"Brother Yizhao!" Li Xiu Yue’s voice called from behind.
Su Yizhao did not turn, nor did he look back; he simply raised his right hand and waved.
Li Xiu Yue beamed, as if she understood.
"Boy, death is not frightening—do not lose your spirit!"
Su Yizhao turned to look at him.
"The Hall Master of Profound Battle Hall, Feng Wubai!" The middle-aged man with bristling whiskers gazed at him earnestly. "As long as you do not lose spirit, even in death, I will guarantee a century’s peace for your family. If you live, you may join my Profound Battle Hall!"
Su Yizhao halted, pondered deeply, then replied, "I am a disciple of the Enforcer Hall—a Gold Medal Enforcer."
With that, he rode his sword straight through the midst of the Profound Battle Hall’s ten thousand disciples.
"Good! I am rooting for you!"
The cultivators closed ranks, sealing the passage.
The sound echoed from behind him, through the multitude.
He gave no reply, standing steadily in midair, eyes fixed ahead.
Suddenly, the crowd of cultivators from the Profound Body Sect and Profound Soul Sect parted, and two figures shot forth from the passage.
The three stood a hundred yards apart, sizing each other up.

Su Yizhao instantly recognized the two—they were the body cultivator and soul cultivator from the deep sea.
The body cultivator was at the peak of the Muscle-Refining Stage, equivalent to the peak of Four Profound Realm; the soul cultivator was at the peak of the Soul Law Stage, likewise at Four Profound Realm.
Over the past days, they had traveled without pause, their cultivation unchanged.
When they saw him, their expressions soured.
"Not Four Profound Realm?"
Su Yizhao smiled.
With his mid-stage Five Divine Realm capabilities and consummate flying sword arts, bullying them almost felt unfair.
"Let’s take him together first!"
They immediately agreed.
"Mountain-Cleaving Slash!"
"Profound Soul Thrust!"
The body cultivator raised his giant sword high and slashed down.
The soul cultivator uttered a profound chant, rippling the void.
Their attacks were fierce, but Su Yizhao remained unmoved, his eyes narrowed.
A gust whipped his hair.
Thirty thousand cultivators hung silently in the air, faces like iron, unmoved.
The giant sword swept through the void, howling wind, slashing downward.
Su Yizhao’s lips curled, his mind shifted slightly.
A flash of silver darted by.
The giant sword was already above his head, the ripple in the void three feet away.
Then—
Two sharp sounds rang out.
Before the sound faded, the giant sword seemed to lose all strength and dropped instantly.
Swish—
The sword brushed his forehead and plummeted into the deep sea.
The ripple vanished, leaving the void calm again.
The silver light returned, winding rapidly around Su Yizhao’s fingers.
The two opponents struggled to raise their hands, trying to touch their foreheads, but in a blink, they lost the ability to hover and fell.
Blood spurted from their foreheads, drawing crimson trails in the air.
Silence.
Even the ocean below seemed frozen.
Thirty thousand pairs of eyes fixed on the center.
They had expected an intense three-way battle—what was this?
It ended in a breath’s time, and he killed two!
It made no sense.
Su Yizhao flicked his thoughts, and the white light vanished from his fingers.
Against the peak of Four Profound Realm, a single flying sword sufficed.
After all, mid-stage Five Divine Realm and the perfected Flying Sword Technique were not to be trifled with.

Xuan Wuji seemed stunned, staring at him blankly.
Feng Wubai burst out laughing. "Ha! Well done, boy. Perfected Flying Sword Technique. Excellent! How about joining my Profound Battle Hall?"
Su Yizhao turned and flew toward the massed Profound Battle Hall disciples.
The crowd parted, forming a passage.
This time, the disciples’ expressions changed slightly; their eyes showed a hint of respect.
"I am a disciple of the Enforcer Hall," Su Yizhao replied to Li Xiu Yue’s smile as he passed through.
"Xuan Wuji, you...!"
Splash, splash—
Faint sounds came from a hundred yards below as two bodies finally fell into the deep sea.
"Bai Zhan Kong, what’s wrong? Not convinced?" Xuan Wuji’s left hand, once stained with blood, now clean, wore a look of satisfaction as he retorted.
"Hmph! Tomorrow, that boy is doomed!"
"That’s tomorrow’s concern. For now, shouldn’t you all leave?"
"Let’s go!"
"Let’s go!"
In an instant, the two sects’ disciples departed, leaving only the ten thousand cultivators above the boundless sea.
"Su, boy, why didn’t you kill them ten days ago?" Xuan Wuji asked.
Su Yizhao’s heart tightened.
Ten days ago, he was only mid-stage Four Profound Realm—survival was a feat, let alone killing them.
But advancing an entire realm in ten days was so extraordinary, he dared not speak of it.
"They turned and fled at once—I couldn’t catch them," Su Yizhao dared not reveal the secret of the Profound Qi Creation Art; such arts were coveted in the cultivation world, and their appearance always led to bloody turmoil.
"They didn’t just flee. They went straight back to their sect with news. And you? You mined spirit stones alone for ten days!"
Xuan Wuji’s thoughts returned to the spirit stone vein. "Of course, the Liu, Huang, and Mu families were truly odious! Enough. Lead the way, everyone down and start mining!"
Su Yizhao kept silent, pulling Li Xiu Yue down toward the deep sea.
Xuan Wuji led the ten thousand cultivators downward.
They passed through a narrow coral passage, descending all the way.
Su Yizhao had wanted to warn Xuan Wuji, but seeing his expression, his mood seemed foul.
As they descended, Xuan Wuji’s mood worsened.
Though he had over ten thousand Profound Battle Hall disciples, all at Six Divine Realm—more than sufficient for mining—
He never expected the vein to be beneath the coral rocks.
Not only under the rocks, but only a small area, seven or eight yards around, could access the vein.
Was he limited to using just thirty cultivators to mine?
Su Yizhao saw him staring at the gap he had dug and instinctively shrank back.
That gap was his handiwork. From there, he had filled his storage bags with spirit stones.
Now, he was not thinking about how to mine more spirit stones, but how to convert them into strength.
Not only must he convert them, he had to do so in a short time.
And the time granted to him—only one night!