Chapter 31: The Thirty-First Day as Cult Leader (Part 2)

And when the final terrifying thrust of Yaoguang Sword Art shot out, the sword in that person’s hand lightly flicked his sword aside like a venomous snake. A vicious smile suddenly curved across the lower half of the face that could barely be seen, and for the first time, the person spoke in a hoarse voice, praising him. “You wet-behind-the-ears brat, your swordsmanship is passable.”

“Now, it is this old man’s turn to repay it double!”

As soon as he said that, the person’s aura suddenly climbed higher and higher. His inner force seemed surging, boundless, and endless. He abruptly thrust a sword toward Shen Fubai’s chest at a speed difficult for the naked eye to catch.

“!” Shen Fubai could not keep up with his speed at all. In the blink of an eye, he saw the sword coming. In that crisis, he could only instinctively dodge downward, barely avoiding a vital spot and causing the sword to pierce deeply into his shoulder.

In an instant, Shen Fubai’s expression changed. He only felt a surging inner force come striking along the sword, knocking him to the ground and making him cough up a large mouthful of blood. “Pfft—cough, cough cough!”

What terrifying inner force!

It seemed to be twice his own!

Shen Fubai clutched his blood-soaked clothes and looked at the approaching enemy with shock and a strange expression. That person finally stepped beneath the moonlight, revealing a beard that had already gone white, as well as ruthless, venomous eyes. He looked well over fifty. Judging carefully, his martial arts could not be considered high, but they were extremely bizarre and could severely injure an opponent.

A person’s name immediately surfaced in Shen Fubai’s mind, and his gaze became dangerous. “The legendary strange martial art that borrows force to counter force and repays it double—”

“You are… the master of the Blood Blade Sect, Liu Yisong!”

At this moment, Qin Ming was also stunned for an instant by Shen Fubai’s rapid defeat. Hearing Shen Fubai say the name of the old man opposite them, he nearly sucked in a cold breath. His hand hanging at his side clenched tightly, his heart still shaken.

The Blood Blade Sect’s master… The greatest enemy he had to deal with. Why had he appeared before them so soon?

As if to answer his doubts, a cold smile appeared on Liu Yisong’s face. He first glanced disdainfully at Shen Fubai, then fixed those crimson eyes on Qin Ming. “I thought this old man was the only one with the idea of launching a sneak attack. It seems I still came a step too late. Hmph. Hmph. Clever people often think alike… Demonic Cult junior, this old man can look at you a little more highly.”

Qin Ming: You thick-browed, big-eyed guy actually play sneak attacks too!

No, wait. You’re already this powerful and you still play sneak attacks!

If Qin Ming had not known his own martial arts were lacking and come ahead of time to make some preparations, would he not have let this old bastard succeed? Sure enough, demons were shameless!

Qin Ming secretly complained, but he subconsciously glanced at Shen Fubai’s injury. Seeing that Shen Fubai could still stand up unsteadily, he stopped worrying. Instead, he took a deep breath inwardly and stood facing the Blood Blade Sect’s master.

He deliberately revealed a mocking expression and gave a cold snort.

“I only wished to discuss matters between the Blood Blade Sect and my cult with you. Yet you injured my subordinate. What exactly is the meaning of this?”

“Are you trying to anger my cult and completely tear off all pretenses with us?”

Qin Ming’s back was straight, his hands clasped behind him as he stood there, appearing disdainful and unconcerned. In reality, his hand was secretly gripping the Divine Movement for a Thousand Li trait card tightly, his whole body tense and ready for battle.

But the Blood Blade Sect’s master suddenly burst into loud laughter, his eyes full of arrogance and disdain. “Hahaha, you are nothing but a green boy, yet you dare put yourself on equal footing with this old man! Why do you not mention the letter you sent before, cursing this old man from head to toe? You looked down on this old man so much. Did you truly think that just because you are Nie Bufeng’s successor, you could contend with this old man? Heh, wishful thinking!”

Unlike other people, who automatically felt reverence the moment they heard the words “Demonic Cult Cult Leader” and believed the Cult Leader to be invincible beneath the heavens, the Blood Blade Sect’s master did not have that filter. In his eyes, Qin Ming was nothing more than a green boy who knew nothing, a young dog biting wildly at random.

Not to mention, with his divine art in hand, no matter how powerful the opponent’s martial arts were, he was not afraid at all. He gave Qin Ming no face whatsoever.

“That old undying Nie Bufeng has finally left. Now the world belongs to me, Liu Yisong!” The more Liu Yisong thought about it, the more pleased he became, and his laughter grew even louder. “Once this old man slaughters you, brat, and annexes the Demonic Cult, this old man will truly become the master of the demonic path and dominate the martial world, hahaha!”

“When the time comes, I will kill off all the famous orthodox sects and make them kneel and shout long live my Demonic Cult, truly ruling over everything, hahahahaha!”

The moment these words came out, Qin Ming and Shen Fubai both could not help but change expressions. If the Blood Blade Sect’s master were allowed to rule the jianghu, would the jianghu not be even more finished? At that time, people would suffer terribly, blood would flow, and the righteous sects would be in danger… It absolutely could not become like that!

It was as if a heavy hammer struck Qin Ming’s heart. He only felt a weighty pressure bearing down on him from above. Before this, he had only been forced and pushed along until he arrived here. But as soon as he thought that the success or failure of the martial world might be in his hands, a sense of justice instantly surged up in him. For the first time, he actively wanted to defeat the opponent.

Thus, without needing any acting skill, Qin Ming naturally let out a cold laugh, and killing intent burst forth. “You want to use my cult as your stepping stone? Old bastard, you are too arrogant!”

“You dare speak to this old man like that, you dog!” Liu Yisong’s expression turned furious. Veins abruptly bulged on his forehead, and he suddenly attacked Qin Ming.

Qin Ming’s spirit abruptly shook. Looking at the figure attacking head-on, he almost reflexively wanted to strike out with a palm.

“Cult Leader, he can borrow force to counter force. You must not attack recklessly!”

But Shen Fubai’s words made his movements hesitate for an instant. He immediately tore apart the card and chose to dodge sideways.

“Divine Movement for a Thousand Li has been successfully activated. Time limit: 00:15:00.”

He did not use a sword, so Liu Yisong also did not use a sword, as though the same type of martial art was required to achieve the condition of borrowing force to counter force. In Liu Yisong’s eyes, Qin Ming’s hurried dodge was a sign of weakness. He immediately laughed loudly. “Hahaha, run, run! No matter what martial art you use to injure me, this old man will repay it with double the force. Go ahead and try!”

Qin Ming’s expression darkened. He finally realized just how bizarre this martial art was. Attacking did not work, and if one only dodged, the opponent’s speed was also a strong point. An ordinary person truly could not gain any advantage!

Fortunately, his speed had now increased. Even facing Liu Yisong, he could easily dodge his attacks. His body did not move; only his head tilted slightly to one side. His right hand then swiftly lifted, and Iron Bones Steel Sinews instantly deflected the fist sneaking in from the side. Then his right hand changed from palm to claw, fierce to the extreme, reaching straight for the vital point at the opponent’s wrist.

Unexpectedly, this old fellow before him had also accumulated decades of battle experience. He actually forced himself to change his stance and move his arm away, causing Qin Ming’s attack to fall empty.

While Qin Ming clicked his tongue inwardly, he rapidly retreated two steps to dodge Liu Yisong’s fist, then looked for another opportunity.

Not setting up traps in advance had left him with only a few moves, and the opponent not using a weapon had sealed off the strongest feature of Eagle Claw Art.

Little did he know that while he was anxious over making no progress, Liu Yisong was also secretly alarmed. The opponent was clearly only a green boy, not even famous in the jianghu. Liu Yisong had originally thought he would be able to deal with him easily, but Qin Ming’s relaxed footwork and steady combat displayed, without exception, his bizarre qinggong and his calm mind!

In the present world, there truly were not many people who could exchange moves with him for this long. It seemed the opponent did indeed have the capital to be arrogant.

However… the fact that Qin Ming did not dare face him head-on was Liu Yisong’s victory!

A bloodthirsty smile curved at the corner of Liu Yisong’s mouth. He suddenly changed moves, pressing in from the side. His left hand firmly grabbed Qin Ming’s left arm, trapping Qin Ming so he could not move. His right palm suddenly attacked from behind, catching Qin Ming off guard. “Take this!”

This heavy strike came straight for Qin Ming’s vital point, carrying a fierce wind that made Qin Ming’s pupils shrink. Almost by conditioned reflex, he activated his inner force, and his right hand likewise struck toward Liu Yisong’s palm.

Yet the instant their palms met, Qin Ming’s heart lurched. He had fallen for it!

The opponent’s palm had not carried any inner force at all!

“You finally could not hold back!” Liu Yisong did not conceal the wild smile on his face at all. After taking Qin Ming’s palm, he was completely unharmed. Instead, a terrifying inner force surged from his entire body. With a momentum Qin Ming could hardly withstand, in the next instant, Liu Yisong struck viciously toward his abdomen. “Die!”

Inner force blazing at twice the strength smashed fully into Qin Ming’s abdomen. The powerful impact made Qin Ming retreat two steps, his expression changing abruptly. He subconsciously clutched the injured area and was just about to cry out in pain when he suddenly realized… Hm? It did not hurt?

Qin Ming repeatedly touched his completely unharmed chest, bewildered.

“Golden Soft Armor has successfully blocked one severe injury attack. Durability: 1/3.”

The System’s timely reminder made him suddenly understand. And at exactly that moment, Liu Yisong, who had been smug in front of him, suddenly turned ashen-faced and screamed in terror. His left palm tightly gripped his right wrist, and his body trembled violently. “Aaaaah! What is this?!”

Liu Yisong’s right palm had actually begun to rot. Flesh melted and sloughed away like mud, and his entire palm quickly became a bloody mess, deep enough that white bone could be seen.

“This is poison! When did you poison me?!”

Liu Yisong’s ugly face roared endlessly, while the corner of Qin Ming’s mouth rose slightly in a successful smile. He had not expected this, had he? Qin Ming had long since, for the sake of his own safety, smeared poison over his gold-threaded soft armor. As long as someone attacked him with their bare body, they would not come away unscathed. He had not expected it to really come in handy.

Time waited for no one. Qin Ming immediately pressed forward and slammed a palm toward Liu Yisong’s chest, giving the opponent no time to recover. “Returning it to you.”

There was not the slightest mercy in this palm. Liu Yisong’s body abruptly flew several meters from where he stood, crashing heavily among the purple bamboo. He fell to the ground and immediately spat blood from his mouth, his gaze also beginning to scatter as the poison spread.

Qin Ming pursued him relentlessly and came before him again. His right palm, already filled with inner force, rose high once more, but because of the opponent’s miserable begging, he hesitated and stopped a few centimeters from Liu Yisong’s chest, his face showing hesitation.

“Wait, stop! This old man admits you are the true master of the Demonic Cult. It was this old man who failed to recognize Mount Tai! Stop, spare this old man!!”

The wretched appearance of the Blood Blade Sect’s master, whose mouth was constantly spilling blood as he desperately begged for mercy, entered Qin Ming’s eyes.

Qin Ming lowered his gaze and looked at him as he lost vitality little by little. His heart suddenly began to waver.

Ever since transmigrating to this world, he had never killed anyone even once. But this person was utterly wicked. Everyone had the right to condemn and kill him. By reason, he should be killed, and Qin Ming was capable enough to do it… But…

If he truly did it, could he still go back?

Thinking of that peaceful modern world, Qin Ming’s heart grew blank. The sense of justice in his heart and the warmth of returning home kept pulling at him, tearing at his reason, making him hesitate where he stood. For a moment, he did not move.

But while Qin Ming wavered, Liu Yisong seized that instant of hesitation. He suddenly grabbed Qin Ming’s right wrist, which was close at hand, and bared bloodstained teeth in a savage grin. “This old man… this old man caught you! Hahaha, die! The one who laughs last will definitely be this old man!”

Qin Ming froze. Then helplessness appeared on his face, and he looked at the Blood Blade Sect’s master below as if looking at a stupid pig. He said with disgust, “You pressed on my Storm Pear Blossom Needles.”

“…” Liu Yisong’s eyes abruptly widened.

In the next instant, flying needles silently shot out from Qin Ming’s sleeve, striking his throat with perfect precision—

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