Chapter 27: What Must Come, Will Come

Chapter 27: What Is Meant to Come Will Come

“You little brat!”

A young man at the fourth level of the Golden Body Realm, strikingly handsome, suddenly stepped forward. The black-clad man leading the group sneered with contempt in his eyes.

“It’s just for tea.”

“My young master is the most esteemed person in Moonfall City. Inviting this girl for tea is a blessing she must have earned in a past life!”

He smiled coldly.

Whoosh!

With a sharp wave of his hand, two men at the fifth level of the Divine Treasure Realm charged forward, flanking Xia Xiaoliang on both sides.

The rest blocked Chen Ping’an’s path.

Inside the teahouse, Fu Hongying’s body trembled slightly at the scene, barely able to suppress the urge to intervene.

“Hongying, don’t act rashly,” Fu Qiushui hurriedly stopped her.

What a joke!

This patriarch of the Qingyun Sect was an extraordinary powerhouse. No one in the wilderness dared to challenge him.

She had personally witnessed this invincible ancestor effortlessly annihilate the White Bone Demon at the peak of the tenth level of the Divine Void Realm.

The entire process was as easy as crushing an ant.

The few Golden Body and Divine Treasure Realm servants on the street were not even worth a glance in the eyes of this transcendent master—at most, they were mere specks of dust.

She stopped Fu Hongying, not wanting her niece to make a futile effort and become a laughingstock.

“Auntie, he’s only a fourth-level Golden Body Realm practitioner…” Fu Hongying exclaimed anxiously.

“Don’t be hasty,” Fu Qiushui said meaningfully, placing her hand on Fu Hongying’s arm. “Many things are not as simple as you imagine.”

Seeing her aunt so resolute, Fu Hongying could only fret helplessly.

“Get lost!” Xia Xiaoliang cursed angrily and swung her sword, ready to charge forward.

“Xiaoliang, don’t be impulsive,” Chen Ping’an pulled her back quickly.

Xiaoliang was only at the second level of the Divine Treasure Realm, far weaker than these men surrounding them.

He lightly waved his palm, and amidst swirling blood light, a blood-red long sword appeared in his hand.

“Haha, you little fourth-level Golden Body brat dare to make a move against us?”

Laughter erupted around.

The black-clad men surrounding Chen Ping’an were at least at the sixth level of the Golden Body Realm.

In their eyes, Chen Ping’an, merely at the fourth level, was weak and insignificant.

And this brat’s blood-red sword emitted no special aura besides its vivid color, which only deepened their contempt.

“Damn it, kill this annoying brat for me!”

Upstairs at the tavern, the young man in the brocade robe furrowed his brows, displeased, and shouted angrily.

This youth was too handsome; the more he looked, the more uncomfortable he felt, as if he were an ugly toad compared to the other.

The ghost-faced man’s lips moved, issuing a command.

“Kill!”

Several black-clad men roared and charged, their fists and sword lights surging like a tidal wave.

“Hah!”

Chen Ping’an suddenly roared, unleashing the Lion’s True Words technique.

The earth shook and mountains trembled; the black-clad men suddenly stiffened.

He lightly tossed the sword in his hand.

At that moment, the blood-red sword transformed into a blood dragon, instantly piercing through each black-clad man.

In an instant, they were all drained into withered husks.

The entire process happened in a flash; no one expected this fourth-level Golden Body youth to suddenly erupt with such killing power, and that the sword in his hand held such formidable strength.

“This sword can drain blood!”

The black-clad leader screamed in anguish and fury, manipulating a barrage of endless blade light.

He was a sixth-level Divine Treasure Realm cultivator, surpassing Chen Ping’an by one major and two minor levels.

“Hah!”

Chen Ping’an roared again.

The Lion’s True Words technique, rewarded by his system, was a supreme-grade skill with tremendous power.

Though the black-clad man’s realm was far higher, he faltered for a split second, his body briefly halting.

A streak of blood light shot forth, passing through the man’s chest.

Instantly, he became a dried corpse.

The blood light continued, piercing through the chests of the two black-clad men surrounding Xia Xiaoliang, turning them to dry husks as well.

Within two or three breaths, all the black-clad men had fallen.

“This…”

Xia Xiaoliang was so shocked she couldn’t speak.

She was dazed, terrified by the blood-red sword in the ancestor’s hand.

The sword was full of spirit; it could attack autonomously, swift as lightning, and once it pierced a cultivator, it would instantly drain them into a dried corpse.

Chen Ping’an summoned the Blood-Devouring Demon Sword back into his palm.

The blade flickered with a living blood-red glow.

He felt the sword’s joyful aura.

“What is meant to come will come…”

Standing in the middle of the street, Chen Ping’an’s expression was calm, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips.

He had only killed a few spoiled brats’ servants.

More forces would naturally follow.

Today, he intended to slay across the land, cleansing Moonfall City of these lawless vermin.

Inside the teahouse, Fu Hongying was stunned speechless by the astonishing scene.

Being a Divine Void Realm powerhouse herself, she could tell the blood sword in Chen Ping’an’s hand was no ordinary weapon.

“Wang Ye, why do you seem more inscrutable than ever?”

She felt a fog enveloping Wang Ye, making it impossible to see through him clearly.

Fu Qiushui smirked, eyes narrowed to slits, and couldn’t help but laugh inwardly.

She knew a great show was about to unfold.

A group of reckless fools was about to crash headlong into a transcendent master’s spear.

They all deserved their fate…

She thought to herself.

Inside the tavern.

“This sword is extraordinary!”

The brocade-robed youth sprang to his feet, eyes gleaming greedily, baring a sinister smile.

“Let’s go, take the sword!”

With that, he, the ghost-faced man, and several other black-clad men vanished simultaneously.

Facing the five or six men who appeared before him, Chen Ping’an smiled faintly.

“Are you here to die?”

“You brat, who trained you to be so arrogant, even more cocky than I am?”

The brocade-robed youth stared at Chen Ping’an, jealousy burning in his heart over the other’s beauty, itching to slash his face.

Chen Ping’an replied calmly, “Just a wandering cultivator.”

“A mere wandering cultivator dares to cause trouble in Moonfall City? You’ve got some nerve!”

The youth sneered.

His gaze fell on the blood sword; with a playful smile, he said, “Your sword isn’t ordinary. If you hand it over to me and kowtow thrice obediently, I might spare your life!”

“I’m afraid this sword eats people. Aren’t you worried?” Chen Ping’an smiled softly, lifting the Blood-Devouring Demon Sword gently, his demeanor growing gentler.

Beside him, Xia Xiaoliang sensed a chilling murderous intent.

“Ridiculous!”

The brocade-robed youth shook his head, mocking, “Even if it’s a heaven-grade sword, I don’t know how many I’ve seen before!”

“Fine, the sword’s yours.”

Chen Ping’an lightly tossed the Blood-Devouring Demon Sword, which silently flew toward the brocade-robed youth.

The youth was stunned.

This scoundrel was so eager to live that he surrendered the blood-red sword after a mere threat.

But then he understood.

His companions were all Divine Void Realm elites, the highest reaching the second level of the Divine Void Realm.

He himself was a ninth-level Divine Treasure Realm expert.

With so many against a mere fourth-level Golden Body Realm cultivator, even with a heaven-grade sword, the opponent was no match.

“Ancestor…”

Seeing the blood sword drift toward the brocade-robed youth, Xia Xiaoliang cried out, heart filled with unease.

Could it be that the ancestor’s artifact for enhancing realms had yet to fully restore its power?

(End of Chapter)