Chapter 37: The Holy Son of the Li River! Jiang Tian!

The group descended before the mountain gate with an aggressive air; it was clear they were not to be trifled with.

From the crowd, an older man and a youth emerged. The elder was a man in his prime, dressed in a magnificent robe, one hand behind his back, his brows furrowed in a display of stern gravity.

[Name: Dongfang Ting]
[Age: 50]
[Identity: Current Sect Master of the Lijiang Sword Sect]
[Cultivation: Earth Spirit Realm, Fifth Layer]

"Earth Spirit, Fifth Layer? This guy is that formidable?"

Although the Qingyun Sect and the Lijiang Sword Sect were both first-rate, the disparity was already stark. The higher the cultivation, the greater the gap between minor realms. Even though only four minor layers separated Dongfang Ting from Yun Shan, the former could easily pin the latter to the ground and crush him.

"The Sect Master has arrived. It seems I’ve caused quite a commotion at the foot of the mountain."

"But that is fine. If they come down early, I can rest earlier..."

Honestly, while every opponent he had faced so far had fallen to a single punch, they were still core disciples! They were the prodigies of the younger generation, and each punch Ye Changsheng threw took a significant toll on his stamina. He had fought nearly forty or fifty people in succession; combined, it was enough to exhaust him.

"I’ve seen the old one, now let’s look at the young one."

Ye Changsheng turned his gaze toward the youth holding a sword beside Dongfang Ting. With sword-like brows and star-bright eyes, the boy was handsome and possessed an extraordinary temperament. At a glance, he was clearly far beyond ordinary.

[Name: Jiang Tian]
[Age: 25]
[Cultivation: Spirit Infant Realm, Third Layer]
[Identity: Holy Son of the Lijiang Sword Sect]

Ye Changsheng frowned slightly, thinking to himself, "This fellow called Jiang Tian has such incredible talent? To reach the Spirit Infant Realm at such a young age?"

He knew that his own rapid advancement relied on the system’s empowerment, but Jiang Tian? He relied on pure talent!

Seeing the two, the disciples of the Lijiang Sword Sect bowed in unison, filled with profound respect. "Greetings, Sect Master! Greetings, Holy Son!"

Dongfang Ting ignored them, stepping forward to look at Ye Changsheng. He said in a low voice, "Little friend, now that I, the Sect Master, have arrived, don't you think this farce should come to an end?"

Despite Ye Changsheng having killed so many, Dongfang Ting did not strike immediately. He knew that to act now would be to admit to everyone that the Lijiang Sword Sect was afraid. Thus, Dongfang Ting’s move was nothing more than an attempt to coerce Ye Changsheng into leaving.

Unfortunately, he had miscalculated his strategy and his target.

"I haven't had enough fun yet; it cannot end," Ye Changsheng replied with a faint smile.

"Fun?" Dongfang Ting turned to look at the sword tomb nearby, where mounds of earth marked the graves of the core disciples who had died at Ye Changsheng’s hands. "Then what do you want?"

Ye Changsheng rubbed his chin, continuing, "Since I’ve come here to block your gate, I propose this: if any one of your Lijiang Sword Sect’s peers can defeat me, I will leave voluntarily and without complaint!"

As he spoke, he fixed his gaze on Jiang Tian, the Holy Son. "This fellow cultivator looks quite familiar."

"You jest, friend. We meet for the first time; how could we be familiar?" Jiang Tian smiled.

"Then it must be fate. I wonder if you have the courage to step forward and try?" Ye Changsheng sneered.

Killing a few core disciples was far from enough for Ye Changsheng. He wanted to know the limits of his current strength and where he stood among his peers in the Northern Territory.

Jiang Tian did not answer; he turned to look at Dongfang Ting. "Master, I..."

Although he did not finish, his intent was clear.

Dongfang Ting spoke slowly: "If you wish to go, then go. A sword left unused for too long will grow dull."

"Thank you, Master, for your permission!"

Dongfang Ting walked up and patted Jiang Tian on the shoulder, whispering, "This lad is no simple matter. Do not be careless. Remember, this matter is of great importance—you must not let him leave this place alive!"

"Understood, Master!" Jiang Tian nodded.

Though they spoke in hushed tones, the content reached Ye Changsheng’s ears.

"Want to kill me? When we start, it’s not certain who will be the one doing the killing!"

Jiang Tian’s cultivation was indeed higher than his, but when it came to inner resources and hidden cards, Ye Changsheng was not necessarily inferior. After all, he possessed the Supreme Bone; how could he be compared to an ordinary cultivator?

Wan Jianyi jumped down from a tree and sat on a giant boulder, chuckling, "The good show is about to start!"

Su Qiqin leaned in, looking at Wan Jianyi, and asked curiously, "Big Brother, between Brother Changsheng and that guy, who is stronger?"

"The odds between them are three to seven," Wan Jianyi laughed.

"Three to seven? Who has three, and who has seven?"

Wan Jianyi stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "What do you think? My little brother is so formidable, he’s definitely the three!"

"Huh? Big Brother, you mean Jiang Tian has a seventy percent chance of winning, and Brother Changsheng will lose?"

Wan Jianyi shook his head with a smile, answering, "Silly girl, that’s not how you calculate it..."

"I mean, after my little brother throws three strikes, this Jiang Tian will be having his seventh-day funeral rites!"

Others could not discern the depth of Ye Changsheng’s strength, but how could Wan Jianyi fail to see it?

Hearing this, Su Qiqin finally relaxed and sat to the side to watch the battle in silence.

Jiang Tian held his sword and stepped forward, his face cold and indifferent. "Lijiang Sword Sect, Jiang Tian!"

Though reluctant, Ye Changsheng offered a perfunctory bow in return. "No sect, no affiliation, Ye Changsheng!"

Jiang Tian slowly raised his head, glanced at Ye Changsheng, and sneered, "You certainly know how to joke. If you have no sect, how could you be self-taught to such a level of strength?"

"Fine... let me revise that."

"Undertaker, Ye Changsheng!"

When these words were spoken, the crowd fell silent in shock. Everyone had assumed Ye Changsheng came from a powerful background, a peerless prodigy cultivated by some great faction.

And yet? He was just someone who buried the dead?

Hearing this, Jiang Tian narrowed his eyes, looking him up and down. "You are an undertaker?"

"That’s right! Why? Is there a problem? Don't tell me you have professional discrimination?"

"You misunderstand, friend. Funerals are the final affairs of the deceased; how could I look down on that?"

Though Jiang Tian spoke politely, his expression was written with pure disdain. That was to be expected; as a noble Holy Son, someone above ten thousand others, it was natural for him to look down on Ye Changsheng.

"Perfect! I have a new-customer discount—twenty percent off. How about it, do you want to try it?" Ye Changsheng asked with a grin.

Jiang Tian’s expression grew much graver. "I still have a long road ahead; I have no use for that yet."

Ye Changsheng shook his head with a smile and said, "No, no, no. You have no road left to walk."

"The moment you stepped forward, your life already reached its end!"