Chapter 7: The Gamble! The Cleaving Blade! The Li Family Marches Forth! (Please recommend, bookmark, and follow)
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The Patriarch of the Great Dragon Sect glared furiously at Li Xuan. “What bet?”
Li Xuan sat calmly in his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips. “You insulted me; the Great Dragon Sect must pay the price.”
The Patriarch’s eyes widened with rage, veins bulging. “You’re despicable and shameless! How dare you threaten me with my own sect!”
He was nearly livid with fury. The Great Dragon Sect was small, and everyone inside was familiar to him—and to Ye Bufan as well.
How could he not be enraged when Li Xuan used his sect as a threat?
Despicable and shameless!
The Patriarch glared at Li Xuan, but never once did he reflect on how shameless he had been when he stood up for Ye Bufan and interrupted the wedding.
Li Xuan paid no mind to the Patriarch’s fury and shook his head gently. “Don’t be so quick to lose hope. I will give you a chance to survive, but that chance lies with Ye Bufan and Su Wan.”
“I will send them a fragment of a formation pattern that allows them to see you.”
“As long as Ye Bufan stabs Su Wan once, I will spare one person from the Great Dragon Sect.”
“As long as Su Wan stabs Ye Bufan once, I will spare one person from the Su family.”
Li Xuan raised a finger, looking at both the Patriarch and the Su family members, who had also been brought here.
Both the Su family and the Great Dragon Sect were stunned—not because it seemed too difficult, but because it was too simple.
Stabbing one another once wouldn’t be lethal.
Cultivators had tenacious vitality. Just like the Patriarch and Su Xiao—living with only a single head was still survival.
Li Xuan chuckled softly in his heart. His scheme was far from simple; otherwise, how could he gain villain points and extend his lifespan?
The blade was his own, called the Severing Karma Blade, once wielded by a prodigious monk.
In that great battle, the monk who chanted “Severing Karma, not people” met his end, and Li Xuan collected his body. The blade fell into Li Xuan’s hands.
This blade had only two powers: first, it severed cultivation. One strike would slice off cultivation; two strikes would sever insight into Dao; three strikes would sever fortune; four strikes severed the physical body.
One strike was a mere warning; cultivation wouldn’t be fully severed, so insight into Dao remained intact.
Its second power was pain and truth-telling.
This blade was strange—when it cut flesh, it caused excruciating pain, and under that agony, the victim would confess their deepest truths.
Li Xuan once drank and caroused with that monk. At their drunkenest moment, Li Xuan wanted to take a strike himself, nearly confessing the password to his previous life’s computer drive.
He broke out in a cold sweat—after all, the drive contained his teacher’s secrets.
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Back at the small courtyard.
The Su family members and the Great Dragon Sect Patriarch heard Li Xuan’s terms. The Patriarch gritted his teeth. “Fine, I agree!”
He thought to himself that his brothers wouldn’t let him down.
The Su family’s terms were even simpler. Su Wan’s father was present; she couldn’t refuse to save her own father!
Seeing their consent, Li Xuan nodded slightly and produced two blades—not the monk’s blade, but two he had crafted himself.
They possessed the same effects, even surpassing the original in inducing pain.
Though they were inferior in severing cultivation and forcing confessions, they were sufficient.
Nearby, Leng Yanshuang watched with a chill running down her spine, sensing something was amiss. Li Xuan would never let them off so easily.
She smiled bitterly to herself. They were mistaken, but she was even more so. She regretted taking Ye Bufan as a disciple without foreseeing the trouble he would bring. She regretted not distinguishing right from wrong before striking at the Li family and Li Xuan.
Leng Yanshuang feared Li Xuan would not be so lenient.
After all, they had supported Ye Bufan’s wedding-crashing.
Li Xuan glanced at Leng Yanshuang; naturally, he had plans for her.
Li Qingqing stood quietly to the side. She was a disciple adopted by the Li family, granted their surname, with a golden vertical mark between her brows—her divine eye.
At this moment, as she gazed at the Li Ancestor, she felt uneasy. The Li Ancestor was too extreme.
It was merely a wedding clash, yet the Li Ancestor tested people so harshly. Moreover, Su family members were nearly relatives of the Li family.
Su Xiao had almost become the Li Ancestor’s father-in-law, yet now only his head remained.
And the Li Ancestor was still targeting the Great Dragon Sect and the Su family. Li Qingqing thought this was excessive.
The Great Dragon Sect and Su family had done nothing wrong. Why did the Ancestor resort to such slaughter?
Wouldn’t peace and harmony be better?
Li Qingqing felt distressed, recalling the reasoning her brother Nie Mie had taught her—that peace was best and Nie Mie was truly a good man.
The Li family was no good place. As Nie Mie had said, the Li family would surely force her into a political marriage in the future.
Because she bore the bloodline of the Pi Kui and had awakened her divine eye, the Li family would never let her go.
[Your actions cause the destined daughter Li Qingqing to deem you too extreme. Villain points gained: 654. Lifespan extended by one.]
Hmm?
Li Qingqing? Li Xuan looked at the system, then glanced around the courtyard. In a corner stood a young woman in white robes, with a delicate oval face—none other than Li Qingqing.
You think I’m too extreme? Interesting. Li Xuan sensed something was off about her.
Where did this saintly maiden come from?
Yet Li Xuan’s mind stirred. If there was a destined daughter, could there also be a destined son?
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Li Xuan immediately sent a telepathic order to Li Zhan: “Send someone to investigate Li Qingqing. Monitor who she contacts, what she says—record everything carefully. Be cautious. Dispatch a Void Refining Elder.”
Destined sons were never simple. Li Xuan directly sent a Void Refining Elder and equipped the elder with some defensive tools.
Li Zhan remained expressionless but puzzled—why did the Ancestor want him to watch Li Qingqing? What had she done, and who was she associating with?
Without overthinking, Li Zhan promptly summoned a Void Refining Elder from the family to investigate.
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Not long after, on the Li family plaza, Li family disciples formed ranks, standing in perfect formation, their killing intent boiling over.
Li Xuan sat atop the high platform, sipping tea.
Each disciple wore a solemn expression. Li Zhan, the family head, stood among elders from various branches, while Li Xuan sat at the center.
Cold air curled through the plaza.
Wang Sect’s patriarch and others stood solemnly in a corner, watching intently. The Li family was readying to dispatch troops against the Great Dragon Sect and the Su family.
The Great Dragon Sect Patriarch looked at the Li family disciples with disdain, believing these people unlikely to match their sect’s strength.
Although the Great Dragon Sect was small, its members were powerful—all elites.
Li Xuan’s gaze was detached. This campaign against the Great Dragon Sect was but a minor skirmish for him. He had endured far worse wars in the past.
Battles spanning star systems, fighting alongside prodigies—he had faced life and death countless times.
This campaign was merely training for the Li family. Without battle experience, how could they improve?
Li Zhan wasted no words, recounting the humiliation the Li family had suffered, inciting furious roars from the disciples.
He concluded, “Those who insult the Li family, no matter how far, shall be exterminated! Mobilize!”
“Mobilize!”
The Li family disciples roared in unison.
The small city fell silent. The other families, familiar with the Li family and aware of recent events, did not expect that even with the Xiyue Sanctuary involved, the Li family dared to send troops.
An elderly man with white hair, frail and trembling, stepped forward, a gentle smile on his face. He raised his hand and cast divine light—jade talismans engraved with formation patterns. In an instant, a domain gate formed.
“Follow me to war.”
Li Xuan set down his teacup and rose. With a single step, his figure appeared before the gate, then strode through.
In the next moment, Li family warships appeared, swiftly vanishing into the domain gate. A mighty earth dragon horse stamped its hooves, carrying cultivators of the Li family. The ground trembled as they charged into the domain gate.