Chapter 82: The Blade of Light – Slaying Ghosts and Shocking All

During those ten years in his dreams, Liu Yi learned swordsmanship from the Nirvana People. The “Four Sorrowful Styles” had become deeply ingrained in him. Using the theory that the first style, “Sword Drawn to Cut the Sky,” could sever a soul without harming the body, he deduced that it could also be used to cut away the soul already fused within Ye Yao’s body. Yet he had never actually tried it. If he didn’t do so, the girl before him would surely be killed by the vengeful spirit inside her.

A red glow flashed in Liu Yi’s eyes for a moment, followed by a black shadow moving in his right hand. A white blade, carrying a black aura, moved at a speed faster than light, leaving behind a perfect white blade that flashed in the air before disappearing. It was a blade beyond comparison to any ordinary sword energy. With a clang, Liu Yi’s left hand returned to gripping the hilt, while his right hand dropped straight down, as if the previous strike had been an illusion, and the person before him hadn’t moved at all.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed once again, and the sun smiled once more. Liu Yi’s silver hair fluttered in the wind as his eyes remained fixed on the girl in green. Suddenly, centered on Ye Yao’s nose, a white light flashed downward, and two streams of black gas burst out of her body. Those black gases even emitted a voice: “My death will cause the ghost clan to keep hunting you. Be prepared.”

Liu Yi ignored the dissipating black gas and focused on the girl whose expression was gradually returning to normal. His sword had indeed severed the soul fused with the vengeful spirit inside Ye Yao’s body.

Suddenly, an old man with white hair rushed over and said, “What did you do just now? You killed my daughter!” The old man grabbed Liu Yi by the collar, seemingly frantic.

Then, a soft voice said, “Father, what are you doing?”

The old man turned sharply and saw his daughter, who had been bedridden for two months, sitting up as if nothing had happened.

He quickly released Liu Yi’s collar and sat down beside the girl in green, exclaiming excitedly, “Yao-er, you’re really awake! I was so worried! I thought I’d never see you wake up again. I thought I’d have to bury you as a white-haired man watching over a black-haired one.”

As the old man kept asking questions, a silver light flashed, and a woman dressed in black and provocatively appeared in the courtyard. At the same time, a woman in white and four men armed with long swords entered from outside. These were July, Tianjiao, and her four guards. They had come here to find out what was going on.

Liu Yi didn’t look at the others but simply said to the old man, “Elder, your daughter was sealed by a ghost clan’s vengeful spirit, whose soul fused with hers. If no one helps her in another month, she will die, and that spirit will forever possess her body.”

July and Tianjiao were both shocked upon hearing this. As people from the three realms, they certainly knew the legends of the ghost race. But the ghost race had made a pact with the netherworld to never set foot in the human realm—so why were they here? What was even more astonishing was another question: they knew that when a soul was fused with a vengeful spirit, there was only death, and no amount of high cultivation could save the person. Yet, from their conversation, it seemed the green-clothed girl before them had her soul fused with a vengeful spirit—so why was she unharmed?

The white-haired old man suddenly stood up and said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you for saving my daughter. Oh, by the way, my name is Ye Tonglin. I’m truly grateful to you. I’m sorry for earlier—I thought you were drawing your sword on my daughter. In my haste, I lost control. It’s all because of my eyes; I’ve grown old and they no longer work well.”

Liu Yi kept his gaze on the white-haired old man and Ye Tonglin, saying, “You saw correctly. I did draw my sword on your daughter, but it was to kill the vengeful spirit inside her body, not to kill her. So, you were right.”

These few words shocked everyone. In the three realms today, even the most renowned swordsmen didn’t possess such skill—killing a soul without harming the body. Could this be the highest realm of swordsmanship? The four guards behind Tianjiao were clearly also skilled swordsmen, but in front of Liu Yi, they instantly felt as if they didn’t even deserve to hold a sword.

Suddenly, Ye Tonglin noticed so many people in her courtyard and snapped, “Who are you all? How dare you invade someone else’s yard!”

July and Tianjiao were momentarily speechless, lost in their own thoughts, and now left without an answer by Ye Tonglin’s question.

Liu Yi looked at Ye Tonglin and said, “Elder, I think they know your daughter is safe and have come to congratulate you.”

It was unclear whether Ye Tonglin was truly naive due to old age or pretending to be so. She quickly replied, “I see. Very well, then let’s go inside and drink some water and wine to celebrate.” With that, she turned to help Ye Yao up.

Liu Yi glanced at July but didn’t look at Tianjiao before following Ye Tonglin into the room…

July watched Liu Yi’s figure and suddenly remembered something. She thought to herself, “It’s him—the fortune-teller. Was that demonic aura emitted by him?” Without overthinking it, she decided to enter the room to verify with her own eyes and ears. Without paying close attention to Tianjiao, she turned and followed in as well.

Tianjiao looked at the group and said, “Brothers, it seems you also greatly admire his swordsmanship. Let’s go inside and take a look.”

The four nodded without objection and followed Tianjiao inside…

The already small room soon became crowded with the newcomers. The four guards didn’t sit down but stood behind Tianjiao, keeping their eyes on the mysterious man in black and white.

Five people sat around an eight-immortals table. Ye Tonglin shouted at A’Niu, “What are you staring at? Hurry up and get some tea!”

A’Niu quickly replied and rushed outside…

At that moment, July was sitting next to Tianjiao. When she turned her head, she was shocked and exclaimed, “You… Jili’er, you’re not dead.”

Tianjiao was puzzled. Who was this Jili’er? Could she really look that much like her? And why did so many people know her? Seeing July’s surprised face, Tianjiao smiled slightly and said, “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not Jili’er. My name is Tianjiao.”
July took a closer look and confirmed that the person was indeed not Jili’er—at least not in terms of temperament, mannerisms, or speech. But the face and figure were exactly the same. July quickly apologized, “I’m sorry. I mistook you for someone else.”
Ye Tonglin wasn’t listening to their conversation and wasn’t interested in what they said. Seeing A’Niu bring a large pot of tea, he hurriedly poured some for Liu Yi and said, “Where’s my benefactor? Without you, I, an old man, would really have to watch my black-haired one grow old with white hair. Here, have some tea to clear your throat. It’s jasmine tea picked from my own garden.”
Liu Yi glanced at the old man, then turned to look at Tianjiao and July. “I suppose you’ve finished your congratulations. There’s no need to stay here. Master Ye and I still have things to discuss. If you don’t mind, why don’t you all leave first?”
July looked at Liu Yi, suddenly captivated by his eyes—eyes filled with experience and sorrow. They seemed so familiar. Who was he? But instead of staying lost in thought, she said a few words of congratulations to Ye Tonglin and left.
Tianjiao and the four guards also couldn’t stay there forever. After offering their congratulations, they left as well. In the blink of an eye, the room became quiet again, with only Liu Yi, Ye Tonglin, Ye Yao, and the silly A’Niu left.