CHAPTER 786: CHAPTER 009: THE FORBIDDEN NAME

"Scoundrel, even if you capture me, don’t even think of knowing the secrets of the ’Jade Tripod’! I won’t tell you even if it kills me!"

The woman was exceedingly resolute, and just after Zhou Yan had immobilized the golden Tai Chi halo with one finger, she immediately looked furious, ready to self-destruct her soul.

Such an action truly took Zhou Yan by surprise, but he knew she must have misunderstood.

Zhou Yan identified the problem, and with another distant point of his finger, a stronger surge of soul power suddenly enveloped the green-clothed woman, imprisoning her about-to-explode soul completely, preventing her from self-destructing as she wished.

The face of the green-clothed woman went extremely pale in an instant, she turned back, her eyes looking mournfully at Zhou Yan. That expression seemed resigned, utterly hopeless.

"I didn’t expect you to have such formidable strength, but if you are so powerful, why covet the ’Jade Tripod’? Mister He, I beg you, please let us go, the Jade Tripod is the secret treasure of our Pure Yang Sect, I will not reveal it."

The green-clothed woman, finding force ineffective, immediately began a softening strategy, hoping to sway the powerful enemy before her.

"I am not Mister He."

Zhou Yan spoke in a very calm, low tone.

"Huh?"

The green-clothed woman was slightly stunned, as if doubting her own hearing.

"The Mister He you mentioned should be this person."

Zhou Yan pondered lightly, and suddenly, from within him, an Eagle Sword Soul flew out, descending towards the distance, in a swift motion capturing a fat cultivator with a dark face who was lurking within the clouds and spying on the scene, bringing him directly in front of them.

Just like the green-clothed woman, this dark-faced, fat man had his soul directly imprisoned, completely unable to move.

He was brought over by Zhou Yan in one move, and although he could remain suspended in the Void, he was almost scared to wet himself, his whole body trembling.

"You, you—"

The green-clothed woman was extremely astonished; she looked at Zhou Yan, then at the humiliatingly binded dark-faced, fat youth, her eyes filled with intense disgust.

After a moment, she seemed to really believe Zhou Yan’s words, thinking she might have really mistaken, because if that surname He cultivator was so strong, how could she have escaped to here?

Thinking this, her face couldn’t help showing extreme embarrassment.

"This, this fellow Taoist, I advise you to let me go, I am He Yingqiu, the secret disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect. Shushan Sword Sect, you know? The mightiest sect of this era, possessing the pure Xuanyuan Bloodline inheritance!"

The dark-faced cultivator, dressed in a very modern attire, potbellied, his strength not yet reaching the Sword Soul Realm, his voice still trembling, but in his tone, carried an underlying threat.

"Oh? The Shushan Sword Sect is so formidable? I must indeed witness this."

Zhou Yan’s voice remained indifferent.

"Humph, you have, ah—"

The fat, dark-faced cultivator immediately showed a look of triumph, but in the next moment, his soul, as if struck by a sword, an endless terror instantly descended upon his body and mind, completely out of control, he let out a wretched scream.

But that scream only lasted a brief instant before abruptly ceasing.

Because at that moment, the dark-faced cultivator had turned into a heap of ashes and completely vanished.

"Who dares to slay my grandson!"

In the Void, suddenly a projection of an ancient-looking old cultivator’s figure appeared. Without distinguishing between right and wrong, upon appearing, once he saw Zhou Yan and the green-clothed woman, and after seeing his own grandson turned to ashes, he immediately unleashed an endless murderous aura towards the two, overpowering Zhou Yan with a mighty force of soul power.

"So what if I killed him?!"

Zhou Yan’s gaze turned cold, through the Killing Spirit Divine Dao, he had already understood the overbearing attitude of this branch of Shushan Sword Sect cultivators, remembering the instructions of Xuanyuan Ancestor, anger surged in Zhou Yan’s heart.

The lives of ordinary people are so unbalanced, morality degenerated, faith collapsed, foreign powers culture forcefully invading, indifferent to all this.

Yet when it came to their own sect’s cultivators, they were cruel, fighting for power and profit, oppressing the common people, carrying out tyranny as they pleased.

This small Cultivation World, was even more cruel and harsh than the Sword Burial Ancestor Star.

After Zhou Yan had struck the dark-faced, chubby Cultivator with the Soul Killing attack, he immediately sensed many secrets through the derivation of his sensing power.

This was why his expression also turned somewhat ugly.

In the palm of his hand, the Purple Flame suddenly leaped out; the dark-faced, chubby man instantly shattered into ashes. With the endless Purple Flame scattering like fireworks, Zhou Yan launched a direct attack with the Soul Killing on the Elder’s Void Soul phantom.

The Killing Spirit Divine Dao aimed straight for the original body.

With a "puff," the Elder’s Void Soul instantly disintegrated, and his original body, as Zhou Yan saw it, would also shatter without surprise, resulting in both physical and Tao destruction.

Zhou Yan’s brutal methods made the Green-clothed woman beside him involuntarily shudder, her whole body filled with a terrifying chill.

She witnessed an unknown young Cultivator suddenly unleash peerless divine skills, instantly shattering a Shushan Sword Sect Elder’s Sword Soul into ashes!

She saw He Yingqiu, a secret disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect, instantly annihilated both body and soul, unable to even escape as a soul.

Such divine skills were defying the heavens; a terrifying realm beyond imagination.

"Ancient, ancient ancient ancient elder, you—you—"

The Green-clothed woman was stammering, unable to speak coherently, suddenly feeling that characters like He Yingqiu were nowhere near as formidable as the person before her.

She sensed an aura as if seeing the Primordial age, the time of Pangu’s Heaven Creation, which was utterly shocking and made her heart tremble with fear.

"I have two questions for you. First, the Cultivators of the Shushan Sword Sect, inheriting the Xuanyuan bloodline with a unique constitution, are they all so unbridled and overbearing, oppressing andexterminating other Sects, wishing to be supreme in this area?"

Zhou Yan asked coldly.

"Ancient ancient ancient elder, this, this is not entirely true; the Shushan Sword Sect is actually divided into two factions. One is the Shushan Taoist Sect, whose Practitioners are mostly upright and peaceful, following the Tao and cultivating Vast Qi; the other is the Sword Sect, advocating slaughter and combat, with disciples brutal by nature, betraying family and friends for the sake of cultivation, and where brutal acts like killing the young and old are normal."

The Green-clothed woman explained very respectfully.

"The second thing, have you ever heard of ’Lee Ran’?"

Zhou Yan inquired.

As soon as he asked this question, Zhou Yan immediately sensed a sudden change in the Green-clothed woman’s expression, indicating extreme fear.

"No, no, no, I don’t know, really don’t know."

The woman immediately shook her head rapidly.

The fear on her face was extremely intense, much stronger than her previous fear of Zhou Yan.

It seemed to be a nightmarish existence, one she dared not even touch.

"What are you hiding?"

Zhou Yan’s expression darkened, he demanded coldly.

Then, he sensed the thoughts of the woman.

"Thump—"

The woman suddenly knelt down in the Void, kowtowing and saying, "Junior truly knows nothing, it’s just a taboo name in our Cultivation World, said to bring calamity and a bad death just by mentioning it."

The woman’s voice was wretched and helpless, her delicate body trembling as she revealed a series of situations.

Her heart was filled with fear and despair, utterly devoid of any sense of security or reliance, isolated and without support.

Zhou Yan sensed that she was telling the truth and didn’t capture any useful information from her thoughts, which made him feel somewhat heavy.

How had the name ’Lee Ran’ become a taboo in the Huaxia Cultivation World?

Zhou Yan was somewhat unable to understand.