CHAPTER 375: CHAPTER 370: INTERROGATION

Bang bang bang!

In the sky, under repeated attacks, An Lu’s Golden Body shattered, blood spewed from his mouth, and his aura was weak.

This Prince of Pleasure had just shown his sharpness, only to be smashed into the dust. At this moment, he must regret not being a mere Pleasure Commandery Prince.

Xing Feng did not kill An Lu. After crippling him, he stopped; he wanted a living prisoner.

The Cui Family Ancestor, seeing that things had been accomplished, stepped forward and said in a loud voice, "Prince Qinghe, An Lu, colluded with the Demon Path and slaughtered Qinghe County’s cultivators, causing the people of Qinghe County to suffer. We, the Cui Family, had no choice but to counterattack, hoping that those unrelated to the Prince Manor would report this truthfully to the court."

After speaking, he looked at the Cui Family members below and said, "Follow me back."

The matters to follow are beyond the Cui Family’s involvement.

At least on the surface, the Cui Family occupies the moral high ground today; the court would need other excuses to deal with them.

Cui Shan glanced at the figure on the high platform, and someone beside him reminded him, "Let’s go."

The grievances between the court and Li Mountain are not something the Cui Family can involve themselves in. Years ago, when the court failed to crush Li Mountain in one stroke, it was destined for a counterattack.

Just now, Li Mountain likely cannot withstand the overwhelming tide.

The Xie Family Ancestor returned a moment later and said in a loud voice, "That Demon Path’s sorcery is formidable; he escaped using talismans."

His strength was ultimately lacking; although the Cold Crow Taoist had been heavily injured, he still could not capture him, an issue that might become a burden to the Xie Family.

Afterwards, the Xie Family Ancestor also led people away. Although the misfortune of the Cui and Xie families was resolved, he did not feel safe; on the contrary, the aristocratic families of Qinghe County now face significant danger.

Xing Feng did not concern himself with the attitudes of the Cui and Xie families. Although they were all targeting An Lu and the Cold Crow Taoist this time, their ultimate goals were different.

The Cui and Xie families aimed to eliminate their family’s internal threats, while Li Mountain sought to uncover the truth of past events.

With a loud bang, An Lu’s plump body crashed fiercely onto the high platform, creating a large hole in its center. Xing Feng appeared physically, descended onto the platform, and captured An Lu, while the surrounding members of the Prince Manor did not dare to speak.

The Prince’s heir was killed, Prince Qinghe An Lu was captured alive. If they dared to jump in, it would be a path of no return; they would not doubt that Li Mountain dared to kill them.

Xing Feng held An Lu in his hand as Wen Ruyu stepped forward, murderous intent surging.

"You know what I want to ask," Xing Feng said, fixing his gaze on An Lu.

"You might as well kill me," An Lu said, his bloated body even more swollen, eyes narrowed as he stared at Xing Feng. Since the end was sealed, he accepted his fate.

"Dying won’t be that easy," Xing Feng said coldly, lifting An Lu’s body and launching skyward, "Let’s go."

Wen Ruyu followed by stepping on his sword, and Li Fan’s figure flickered as he pursued.

Below, within the crowd, Huang Xiong, Lu Yuan, and the others followed suit, their figures shrinking in the distance and disappearing over the horizon in the blink of an eye.

"They’ve left." The crowd in Qinghe County hadn’t recovered from the events; what transpired today was too dramatic.

The demon-slaying turned into a conflict between the Prince Manor and aristocratic families, and eventually, a Great Cultivator from Li Mountain appeared.

The demon-slaying Prince and Immortal Taoist had become the culprits of this calamity.

In this world, is there anything that can still be trusted?

What role is the court playing?

In the wilderness, atop a barren mountain, Xing Feng threw An Lu’s body onto the ground, with Wen Ruyu and Li Fan arriving successively, standing before An Lu.

An Lu glanced at the few of them and sat up. Knowing he would surely die, he instead let go, looking at Wen Ruyu, "Wen Haoran’s son has already reached the Dao Body Realm."

Then he looked at Li Fan, "And who are you? Beating Jiang Taie at the Peak of Li Mountain, where did you come from?"

"Will the future helm of Li Mountain be you or Wen Ruyu?"

He examined the two with interest, then his gaze fell on Xing Feng, revealing a trace of curiosity.

Years ago, Li Mountain had two exceptionally gifted individuals, both with the chance to become the new Li Mountain Sword Master: Wen Ruyu’s father, Wen Haoran, and Zuo Canglan.

Both fell; one perished, and the other was severely injured, leaving no hope.

The fall of these two, Li Mountain now lacks someone who can bear the main beam, that Ji Hua is not bad, but still falls short. As for Li Mountain’s successor, in his view, it would be one of these two young men before him.

Xing Feng ignored him, his cold eyes seemed to want to pierce through him. An Lu smiled indifferently and said, "I probably know. Rumor has it that a few years ago, a major event occurred in Chi Xiao City. The long-vanished Eternal Sword Saint appeared and drew his sword for a young man, killing the world’s fifth Great Sword Cultivator, Li Chengying, with one strike. So, are you the successor of Li Mountain?"

He squinted his eyes at Li Fan: "Unexpectedly, I had overlooked before, Wen Haoran’s son actually couldn’t win against you. Who exactly are you? Let my son die with understanding."

There was a tinge of hatred in his eyes.

An Shicheng, died at the hands of Li Fan.

"Disciple of Zuo Canglan, senior brother’s little junior, Li Fan." Li Fan looked at An Lu and replied, "What you want to know, I will tell you. Can you tell us what we want to know?"

"Tell you?"

An Lu looked at Li Fan and laughed, shaking his head, "Is it important whether I tell or not? It is all a dead-end road. What significance is there even if you know? When you defeated Jiang Taie as a youth, perhaps no one noticed, but the Eternal Sword Saint drew his sword for you in Chi Xiao City, now you walk the world with your sword. How could the court ignore your existence? How could they tolerate your existence? Li Mountain has been too arrogant, arrogant for a thousand years. You should have expected the conclusion. Now the fortune has ended, and the curtain should fall."

"Saying it or not makes a difference." A cold voice emerged from Wen Ruyu’s mouth, then a sword directly stabbed into An Lu’s chest, Sword Intent surged into An Lu’s body, Wen Ruyu twisted the sword hilt lightly, An Lu grimaced in pain, the fat on his body seemed to tremble.

"At least, you can die a quick death." Wen Ruyu’s eyes seemed devoid of emotion as they stared at An Lu.

An Lu looked down at the sword on his body, followed the sword upwards, madness revealing in his eyes with a smile: "You are indeed different from your father, Wen Haoran would never do this, your Evil Qi is much heavier than his, even if your talent might be slightly higher, your achievements in Sword Dao may not necessarily surpass your father."

Wen Ruyu ignored his words completely, continuing to stir the sword; no matter what An Lu said, he did not care, he only cared who participated in the events of those years.

An Lu’s body curled up, then he laughed wildly, the killing intent in Wen Ruyu’s brows grew stronger, Slaughter Sword Intent surged into the sword.

Yet at this moment, Wen Ruyu seemed to notice an abnormality, An Lu’s body seemed to rapidly swell with a force.

His plump body suddenly continued to inflate, the already weak aura rapidly growing stronger.

Terrorizing Slaughter Aura exploded from Wen Ruyu, filling the sky with killing intent, rushing into that plump physique. He shouted, "Junior brother, retreat."

With that, an invisible force blasted Li Fan away.

"Bang." Xing Feng stepped forward with his arm ready to strike down, but a raging aura suddenly swept out, an incredibly brilliant golden brilliance erupted from within An Lu, his flesh seemed unable to bear the rapid inflation.

"The world does not allow another Saint to appear."

An Lu laughed wildly, as his voice fell, a deafening explosion sounded, golden light filled the skies, a storm of destruction swept out, even Sword Aura-protected Wen Ruyu was blasted away, Xing Feng reached out but only grabbed a piece of clothing, staining him with blood.

Li Fan and the others rushing behind were shielded by Wen Ruyu’s Sword Intent, preventing too strong an impact, yet they were pushed back a bit by the storm.

His gaze turned grim, his heart sinking.

What was this Evil Skill that caused the body to self-destruct?

An Lu’s body completely vanished from the world, choosing to explode rather than revealing past events.

Xing Feng held that piece of clothing, silent for a moment, then softly said, "After An Lu was sealed as Prince Qinghe, he settled in Qinghe County, but before this, he may have other identities, perhaps even family members remain."

Therefore, An Lu would rather explode and die.

"The world does not allow for Saints."

Wen Ruyu murmured, pondering the meaning within this sentence.

The Great Li World, no longer allows for Saints to emerge?

A powerful Sword Saint can suppress an entire world.

Zuo Canglan has the chance to become a Sword Saint.

Wen Haoran also has the chance to become a Sword Saint.

Therefore, those forbidding the emergence of Saints, are from the court, or perhaps others?

That Taoist temple, that monastery, were they also involved?

An Lu’s Buddhist techniques, Cold Crow Taoist’s origins.

What did the events of those past years truly involve?