Chapter 226: Divine Weapons and Skills, Blood Like Rain, Thousands of Swords Like a Net

Some things cannot be understood just by being involved in them. Lost lambs always hope for God’s guidance, yet in our eyes, what we see and know is the clearest. Perhaps those around us can give us the best answers—onlookers see most clearly.
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As Liu Yi clarified his words, everyone present was shocked. Even Ye Luoxiong could not believe what Liu Yi said. The “Furuo” sword was indeed one of the Ye Luo family’s divine weapons, but only Ye Luohua’s father had ever used that ultimate skill. Since his death, no one else had used it. Everyone thought Ye Luohua’s father had taken that skill with him, leaving only the “Furuo” sword behind.
But according to Liu Yi’s analysis, Ye Luohua’s father was not buried with that skill, and it was not passed down verbally or in books. All the secrets were hidden within this divine sword. Only by possessing it could one truly wield its sword skills. So why did this stranger have the sword and know those skills?
Ye Luoxiong suddenly sneered coldly and said, “Haha, you’re trying to scare me. Ye Luohua has worn this sword for over twenty years, yet I’ve never seen her use any ultimate skills. If she really could, she wouldn’t be in this plight!”
Liu Yi turned to look at Ye Luohua and said coldly to Ye Luoxiong, “You’re wrong. Today is just to prove to everyone that the true prosperity of the Ye Luo family has just begun. Those with ulterior motives will surely be punished. Look at your soldiers who have trained hard for decades—they have become ghosts. All this killing started because of you. You will forever sink in hell.”
Ye Luoxiong had already thought of the consequences, but hearing them spoken by Liu Yi filled him with extreme anger. He said, “Everything I have today is thanks to Ye Luohua. Even if I die, I want Ye Luohua to accompany me in death.” His voice was shrill, filled with resentment. If glances could kill, Ye Luohua would have been killed many times by those hateful looks by now.
Liu Yi gently moved his left hand and slowly unbuckled the black long sword at his waist. He said coldly, “Your words sound terrifying. But have you ever assessed your own strength? Can you really defeat the divine skills passed down through thousands of years by the Ye Luo family? If you can overcome this challenge, then no one will stop you. Do whatever you want…”
Upon hearing this, Ye Luojianmu quickly said, “Young Master Liu, don’t do it.” Hearing Liu Yi’s words, he worried deeply for Ye Luohua.
But Ye Luohua replied, “Uncle Jian, I trust him.” She naturally knew that if Ye Luoxiong could overcome the challenge Liu Yi mentioned, her life would end. Yet without even thinking, she said those words because she was certain that the man before her would protect her—he would never let Ye Luoxiong pass that challenge.

At that moment, Liu Yi also turned to look at Ye Luo Baihua, nodding to show he was confident. Then, Liu Yi plunged the black “Sorrowful Dream” sword into the ground and said to Tie Shi beside him, “Find a place to rest first. Don’t cause trouble here.” Tie Shi glanced at Liu Yi, jumped to the ground, and quickly climbed onto Ye Luo Jianmu’s shoulder, saying, “Young man, let me borrow your shoulder. It’s quite interesting to watch people fight.” Ye Luo Jianmu wanted to get angry, but seeing the monkey’s ridiculous expression, he helplessly shook his head. How could he treat it like an animal? Yet if Ye Luo Jianmu had known that this little monkey had lived for over a thousand years, he probably wouldn’t have been able to curse at all. Ye Luo Xiong stretched his long sword straight ahead, pointing at Liu Yi, and said, “Very well. Let me see the legendary skill of the Ye Luo family you speak of. Let’s see if I, Ye Luo Xiong, who has roamed the martial world for decades, can overcome this challenge.” Liu Yi didn’t speak right away. He merely gave Ye Luo Xiong a cold glance and said, “I will fulfill your wish.” His voice was icy, as if coming from hell, so much so that even those behind him couldn’t recognize it as the chivalrous Young Master Liu. Liu Yi held the jade-colored flute in his left hand and gently raised his right hand—this was the fatal strike he intended to deliver. Therefore, he decided to show everyone in the Ye Luo family just how powerful their legendary skills were, so that they would understand the consequences of those who acted deceitfully like Ye Luo Xiong. Unconsciously, Liu Yi raised the “Lan Er Fei Na Qing” cultivation method to the thirteenth level—the World-Destroying Level: Heart of Slaughter. His powerful vital energy flowed rapidly throughout his body, converging in his hands. Although the effects of the Heart of Slaughter were not yet very apparent, Liu Yi knew clearly that he couldn’t delay any longer, or he might fall into the path of darkness and never recover. As Liu Yi’s body emitted a faint red glow, a tangible aura of killing intent flickered around him… Soon, the sky grew dark, the clouds changed color, and an evil aura surged forward, swirling above Liu Yi’s head in a vortex-like shape. As a white lightning bolt split the sky, a fierce hurricane arose, blowing Liu Yi’s white hair wild and causing the black pines to flutter violently. It was then that Ye Luo Xiong truly felt the terror of that killing intent. The person before him was only slightly more skilled than himself, not less, and such an extraordinary power was far beyond what an ordinary person could possess. At that moment, Liu Yi’s eyes flashed red as he shouted at Ye Luo Xiong, “Wash away your sins with blood! Pray for the dead in hell! The underworld no longer needs your presence!” After speaking, Liu Yi slammed his right hand down on the ground. With a loud “boom,” the ground trembled, and his vital energy flowed through the ground into the “Sorrowful Dream” sword ahead. His powerful vital energy, guided by Liu Yi’s will, summoned five divine dragons. Along with their roaring cries, the five-colored dragons transformed into dragon shadows and rushed into the red clouds. When a white lightning bolt struck, a protective aura formed around Liu Yi’s body, created by the shadows of the five dragons, swirling around him.

Ye Luoxiong seemed to sense the terrifying nature of this strike and involuntarily stepped back. Liu Yi summoned the Five Divine Dragon Shadows as protective auras precisely because he needed to gather his vital energy to execute this move, fearing that Ye Luoxiong might attack him before he was ready. Thus, he used the power of the divine dragons to create protective auras for himself.

Behind him, Ye Luobaihua and the others were utterly stunned by what they saw. When the five divine dragons soared into the air, they each felt different things—feelings related to martial arts. When the Five Divine Dragon Shadows transformed into protective auras, they couldn’t help but marvel at the mysteries of martial cultivation.

At that moment, Liu Yi also had various thoughts. Having tamed another ice dragon, his power seemed even greater. His vital energy seemed to be utilized more effectively through their dragon shadows. Liu Yi swiftly drew out the “Furuo” sword. With a sound like a sword’s chant, a white, ethereal, almost invisible sword appeared before him.

Liu Yi placed his right hand gently downward, stretched his palms out parallel, and channeled his powerful vital energy into the space between them. The “Furuo” sword slowly rose due to this energy. As more vital energy accumulated, Liu Yi suddenly found himself surrounded by a white light similar to that of the sword. He then realized that before launching a move, a divine sword would use its own power to protect its master. Back in the Great Desolation Mountains, he hadn’t paid enough attention, which was why he hadn’t seen such a result before.

As Liu Yi’s body was surrounded by the Five Divine Dragon Shadows and the white light, what happened next made everyone hold their breath. The ethereal body of the “Furuo” sword plunged downward, but surprisingly, Liu Yi’s body slowly floated upward into the air. The “Furuo” sword, along with Liu Yi’s floating body, remained suspended between his palms, while its blade continued to pierce downward invisibly—creating a very strange sight.

Watching Liu Yi’s actions, Ye Luoxiong thought to himself, “If not now, then when?” Seeing Liu Yi use his divine sword skill, he naturally couldn’t wait. Ye Luoxiong raised his right hand high and even sacrificed his own sword. Then, he formed his hands into a pointing shape and shouted, “Separate!” Instantly, the sword floating above his head split into five.

Liu Yi had seen such sword techniques in the human world—they were considered top-notch. But in his eyes, they weren’t impossible to counter. However, at that moment, he was still focusing on gathering his vital energy and couldn’t retaliate. He wasn’t confident about the two protective auras surrounding his body.

The five long swords above Ye Luoxiong’s head circled in a circle. With a command from his hands, he shouted, “Release!” The five swords lined up in sequence and shot straight toward the same point.

Liu Yi was shocked. Ye Luoxiong was indeed an experienced warrior. If the five swords attacked from five different directions, it would be impossible to dodge. Moreover, due to their scattered positions, they couldn’t concentrate their power in one spot. Yet now, the five swords flew in neatly one after another. Although it wasn’t as difficult to dodge as when they were scattered, their combined power was extremely concentrated, causing Liu Yi to feel uneasy—simply because he wasn’t confident about those two protective auras.

While Thunderflame Stone was thinking, the five long swords had already come within three feet of Liu Yi’s protective aura. In Liu Yi’s opinion, it was best to dodge first, but that would affect the concentration of his vital energy. Just then, with a clang, the first sword was pushed away by some powerful force even before it could touch Liu Yi’s body. The same thing happened to the remaining four swords—they were also pushed away and disappeared immediately. Ye Luoxiong stretched out his right hand to retrieve the sword. Liu Yi was secretly delighted, thinking, “This sword is indeed a divine weapon; its protective aura is so strong. If I had known this, I wouldn’t have needed to summon the Five Divine Dragon Shadows at all. Unless… one day I encounter a weapon sharper than the ‘Furuo’ Sword, then it might be possible to break through this protective aura. But with Ye Luoxiong’s ordinary sword, it’s absolutely impossible.” As his vital energy rapidly condensed, Liu Yi sent a trace of his consciousness into the sword’s body to locate Ye Luoxiong underground. Then, with a red glow in his eyes, he shouted, “Hell is your ultimate fate.” As soon as he finished speaking, a white light spiraled upward from Ye Luoxiong’s feet. As the light spiraled, dozens of identical lights emerged instantly. Only Liu Yi knew that these were not lights but the separate blades of the ‘Furuo’ Sword. Dozens of lights spiraled upward, winding and interlocking. In an instant, Ye Luoxiong was surrounded by the white net formed by those lights. Ye Luoxiong didn’t feel anything unusual. He gently touched the white light with his right hand, feeling only a cold metallic sensation. Suddenly, he burst into laughter and said, “Is this the ultimate skill of the Ye family that you mentioned?” Liu Yi’s body floated in midair, motionless, like a celestial being, looking down at the tiny Ye Luoxiong below. Liu Yi said coldly, “Do you know what that white light is?” Ye Luoxiong glanced at the net-like white light on his body and then looked at Liu Yi with a questioning expression, asking, “What is it?” Liu Yi replied, “Each light is a blade of the ‘Furuo’ Sword. The net formed by all the lights is the ‘Furuo’ Sword Net. When I stop feeding vital energy into the sword and retrieve it, the sword net will converge around you. Have you ever tried to imagine being torn apart by dozens of swords?” Liu Yi’s last sentence seemed casual, but to everyone else, it sounded like the horror of hell—dozens of swords cutting apart a person’s body at once. What would that feeling of being torn apart be like? After saying that, Liu Yi laughed coldly. At this point, Ye Luoxiong seemed truly panicked. Looking at the net of white light on his body, he hurriedly said, “No, this isn’t real. It’s not real.” It seemed he had given up hope, or perhaps he hoped Liu Yi was just scaring him. But he could feel the cold metallic sensation emanating from the sword net on his body at all times.

As Liu Yi’s laughter ceased, he picked up the flute with his left hand and the “Furuo” sword with his right. After gently spinning it, he sheathed it back. At the same moment he completed this motion, there was a “zip” sound—as the white sword net converged around Ye Luoxiong in an instant, turning into a beam of light. Before Ye Luoxiong could even scream, he was cut into countless pieces by the sword net; blood and flesh flew everywhere, his internal organs were torn to shreds, and the entire ground turned blood-red. With a “clang,” the sword in Ye Luoxiong’s hand fell to the ground.

Perhaps the fall of the sword already indicated his defeat. His disappearance was merely meant to serve as a lesson for the Ye Luo family. As Ye Luoxiong’s body was torn into pieces by the sword net, Liu Yi spun lightly and landed on the ground. The two protective auras around him disappeared at the same time. Liu Yi stretched out his left hand, drew the “Bimeng” sword from the ground, held it in his hand, then reathed it back into his waistband. Afterward, he turned around, smiled slightly, and looked at the three people stunned atop the city wall.

Liu Yi stepped lightly with his right foot and landed next to Ye Luo Jianmu. Then, Tieshi leaped from Ye Luo Jianmu’s shoulder onto Liu Yi’s shoulder. Liu Yi glanced at the three people still searching for answers in their memories and said, “Sirs, do you have any comments on the Ye Luo family’s divine sword technique?”

Ye Luo Jianmu was the first to recover his senses and immediately tried to kneel, but Liu Yi stopped him with a casual gesture. “What do you mean by this, Senior Swordmaster?”

Ye Luo Jianmu looked at Liu Yi and said, “Since the Ye Luo family fell into decline after being handed over to the princess, as you’ve seen, it’s not because Princess Baihua didn’t try hard. It’s simply because she lacks her father’s skill level, allowing others to take advantage. I merely hope you’ll teach the princess the sword techniques so that our Ye Luo family can regain its strength.”

At that moment, Ye Luoming also came over and said, “Please help us, sir.”

Liu Yi glanced at Ye Luoming and then at Ye Luo Baihua, saying, “I suppose… even if I were willing to teach, there would still be those who refuse to learn, right?”

Hearing Liu Yi’s words, Ye Luo Jianmu seemed to think of something and turned to look at Ye Luo Baihua. At that moment, Ye Luo Baihua’s eyes showed a hint of fear as she said, “I definitely won’t learn it! That sword technique kills people without any mercy—it’s too cruel. I refuse to learn it.”

Ye Luo Jianmu turned back to look at Liu Yi, who was still smiling, and then at Ye Luo Baihua. “Princess, please think of the greater good. Once you regain that divine technique, who will still eye the Ye Luo family with hostility? Even for the sake of peace for our family, you must learn it.”

Ye Luo Baihua still shook her head vehemently. “If you want to learn, learn it yourself. I definitely won’t. It’s too cruel.” At this point, there was no trace of a princess’s dignity in Ye Luo Baihua—she acted like a child facing something she didn’t want to do.

Liu Yi found it amusing, shook his head, and held the “Furuo” sword in front of Ye Luo Baihua’s eyes. “Take it.”

Ye Luo Baihua looked at Liu Yi, then slowly reached out to take the “Furuo” sword, saying, “I won’t learn it.”

Liu Yi forced a smile and said, “Perhaps… Princess Baihua has a misunderstanding about this divine skill. It’s not the sword or the sword technique that are cruel, but rather the person who controls that sword, the one who uses that technique. ‘Furuo’ has been by your side for over twenty years, yet it may have killed fewer people than it has in just two days with me by its side. Do you understand what I mean, Princess?”
Ye Luo Baihua looked at Liu Yi, seemingly understanding yet also confused.
Liu Yi continued, “Even if you learn this divine skill, I don’t think you’d use it to kill people every day. Besides… you intend to use it to protect your people. Although I killed Ye Luo Xiong, has the princess ever thought about how many more people might die because he’s still alive?”
Ye Luo Baihua stared at Liu Yi with her beautiful eyes, wanting to say something but failing to. Liu Yi added, “Princess, don’t overthink it. Who can truly determine right from wrong, good from evil, gods from demons? Cruelty isn’t necessarily bad, and kindness isn’t necessarily good. Buddha is merciful, but he’s also heartless and loveless. Demons are cruel, but they dare to love and hate. Who’s right and who’s wrong? Only oneself knows best.”
Ye Luo Baihua seemed to understand Liu Yi’s meaning and replied in her sweet voice, “What you say makes sense. Perhaps if Ye Luo Xiong remains alive, more people will die. If we’re not cruel to him, it’s cruel to ourselves. Sometimes… it’s necessary to sacrifice the small for the greater good. The Ye Luo family might be more important to me than killing a traitor.”
Liu Yi smiled and nodded. “So, Princess Baihua agrees to learn this divine skill. It seems the world is full of surprises—even teaching others requires asking for permission, haha.”
Ye Luo Baihua gently nodded. “I will learn it.”
Upon hearing this, Ye Luo Jianmu and Ye Luo Ming were overjoyed. As long as Princess Baihua could master this divine skill, even if the Ye Luo family wasn’t as prosperous as before, it wouldn’t be vulnerable to other cunning villains taking advantage of the situation. In their excitement, Ye Luo Jianmu even bowed to Liu Yi and said, “Young master, you’re truly a good person…”
Liu Yi glanced at Ye Luo Jianmu and shook his head. “Elder Jian, I’m not a good person because I don’t want to be one.” He didn’t know why he said such things. What did “good person” mean? Though it sounded nice, for a demon like him, filled with killings, his hands stained with blood, and souls scattered beneath his sword, it was something he would never be.