Volume One: The Young Lord of the Demon God Chapter 13: I’ll Make Sure Your Line Ends Forever!

Since ancient times, the humiliation between the weak has been far more cruel than that inflicted by the strong upon the weak—often without a trace of guilt.

Tang Gu spoke to himself, “After this grand competition of the Sword Sect, Young Master Su will surely become the Sacred Son of the sect and then unite with the Sacred Maiden as his partner. And you, this useless wretch, will only be able to watch helplessly as your goddess is taken away by another man!”

Qi Yu quietly clenched his fists until his fingertips turned white. “No, that’s impossible!”

Tang Gu sneered, “The Sacred Maiden’s status is noble, and what status do you even have? You’re not worthy of coveting her!”

Another disciple from the reception sneered as well, “Why don’t you just get lost already!”

Qi Yu looked at Tang Gu coldly, his voice frosty. “Tang Gu, do you hate me that much?”

Tang Gu’s face hardened with malice, pressing forward, “I wish you were dead! Ever since you left, the family disciples vented all their resentment against you on me, just because I once associated with you! Do you know how I’ve lived through this year?”

“Helping you out back then was a mistake?” Qi Yu’s expression was indifferent as he took two steps forward. Tang Gu raised his hand to block him but was instantly caught by the wrist.

“Qi Yu, you—!”

Tang Gu screamed in pain from the grip and tried to draw his sword.

But Tang Gu was only an eighth-level disciple in the Initial Profundity realm; killing him was as easy for Qi Yu as picking fruit.

Qi Yu snatched Tang Gu’s sword and threw it to the ground with a “pfft” as the blade plunged deeply into the earth like a knife through tofu.

Tang Gu’s eyes widened in shock.

“Qi Yu, you... you have cultivation?”

Moreover, it was clear that his power far exceeded Tang Gu’s.

Qi Yu ignored him, shook off Tang Gu’s hand, and with a slight thought, a sharp aura burst forth around him.

Tang Gu panicked, stunned for a moment, then knelt down with a thud, kowtowing as he pleaded, “Senior Brother Qi, I was lying just now. Please forgive me! Ask anything you want, I will tell you everything!”

Tang Gu’s reaction was purely pragmatic.

Qi Yu said in a low voice, “Who is this Su Moxuan you mentioned before?”

Tang Gu lifted his head, a wound bleeding on his forehead from kneeling. He hurriedly explained, “He’s from the Su family of Canglan City, personally mentored by the Second Elder. He just joined the sect this year and has already shown exceptional talent. Now, he’s at the third level of the Profundity realm. In this year’s grand Sword Sect competition, he’s the most likely candidate to become the Sacred Son.”

Qi Yu’s expression darkened to the extreme. Standing above Tang Gu, he looked down and continued, “You said the Sacred Maiden agreed to his proposal?”

Tang Gu collapsed onto the ground in fear. He knew about the betrothal between Qi Yu and the Sacred Maiden, but the news of her engagement to the Su family had long been rampant within the sect. He feared Qi Yu might kill him in anger but still hesitantly nodded.

Qi Yu snorted coldly, strode past Tang Gu, and headed into the Sword Sect.

He understood Liu Rouxue’s character—she would never agree to the Su family’s engagement.

Besides, Su Moxuan was merely an outer sect genius; the inner sect was filled with prodigies, yet Liu Rouxue had never shown interest in anyone.

Qi Yu stepped into the Sword Sect, walking straight toward one destination—the courtyard where the Second Elder’s resting chamber was located.

Along the way, many sect disciples noticed his hurried pace and exchanged strange looks.

After all, Qi Yu’s three years of cultivation in the Sword Sect had ended with him still being a worthless failure, a fact almost every outer sect disciple knew.

Yet this useless burden somehow had a betrothal with the Sacred Maiden.

Some envied, some envied bitterly.

But none knew the true feelings between the two.

Just as Qi Yu reached the courtyard gate, he overheard the Second Elder’s voice inside.

“What! Still not back!”

The voice was deliberately low, barely audible unless one listened carefully.

“That useless wretch, could he really have some powerful protector?”

Another hoarse voice followed, “Chief Elder, what shall we do next?”

The Second Elder paused before saying, “The grand Sword Sect competition is less than a month away. Let that useless wretch cling to life a while longer. After the competition, when Su Moxuan and the Sacred Maiden are betrothed, killing him won’t be too late!”

Hearing this, Qi Yu frowned sharply.

The Second Elder’s assassination plan was on hold.

And Bai had returned so early.

“Who’s there?”

The Second Elder’s harsh command came from within the courtyard.

Immediately, a black figure shot out, glancing around the doorway but seeing no one.

Qi Yu swiftly dodged to a sturdy tree.

Yaoyao appeared from the Demon God Sword Domain, sitting on a branch. “Why not just go in and cut him down?”

Qi Yu sneered, “I changed my mind. Before I deal with him, I want to meet this Su Moxuan.”

“He must be the direct disciple the Second Elder painstakingly cultivated after Su Ze’an’s death. So revenge starts by cutting off his lineage!”

Yaoyao said, “You’re so ruthless!”

Qi Yu shrugged, “What choice do I have? I can’t beat him!”

He certainly couldn’t vent his anger on his descendants.

Qi Yu returned to his former residence within the sect, planning to lie low here until the competition.

This small courtyard belonged to his father before his passing. It was remote, surrounded by bamboo groves, with no other dwellings nearby.

Yet Qi Yu didn’t seek trouble, but trouble found him.

News of Qi Yu’s return to the sect reached the Second Elder within a day; after all, the sect was riddled with the Second Elder’s informants.

At night, Qi Yu gazed at the stars outside his window, tossing and turning on the wooden bed, unable to sleep.

Finally, he summoned the Cicada Sword and began practicing the Godslayer Sword Technique in the courtyard, silently reciting the sword manual.

After nine strikes, the ground was scarred with cuts from the sword’s energy.

Holding the Cicada Sword, Qi Yu stood thoughtfully in the courtyard.

Suddenly, he raised his sword and thrust it towards a large boulder.

Clang!

A flash of snow-white light streaked along the tip.

Crack!

The boulder bore a deep groove cut by the sword’s energy.

Qi Yu recalled Chen Qingming’s lightning-fast strike.

That sword was drawn and sheathed in the blink of an eye, with sword energy that tore through the lake and pierced rock.

“Thrust the sword a thousand times!”

That was Chen Qingming’s advice.

But Yaoyao had said, “Sword momentum must adapt and change.”

Thinking back on past battles, Qi Yu realized he almost always instinctively thrust the sword rather than slash, chop, or parry.

That was because of his excessive practice of the thrust, forming a subconscious habit.

Yet the Godslayer Sword Technique required thinking through each move—so his strikes inevitably lagged by a beat.

“Sword moves... sword momentum...”

Yaoyao and Chen Qingming’s strength was undeniable, but their understanding of sword momentum seemed like stillness versus motion. Who was truly right?

Lost in thought, a sudden chill ran down Qi Yu’s spine.

He tensed as a faint whoosh came from behind.

Without hesitation, he spun around and thrust his sword!

Clang!

The clash rang out, sparks flying dazzlingly in the night.

Qi Yu looked up to see a man dressed in night clothes, holding a dagger.

At the sight of his face, Qi Yu immediately recognized him.

Su Ze’an’s father, Su Qiming!

Qi Yu sneered inwardly. “I didn’t come looking for you, but you brought yourself to me!”

“Qi Yu, so you really have cultivation now!”

Su Qiming’s gaunt face bore eyes as cold and venomous as a snake’s. His voice was icy. “Qi Yu, you killed my son. I will make sure you die without a grave!”

Qi Yu was momentarily stunned, then sensed something off. When he left the Sword Sect, he had no cultivation. Why would Su Qiming think he killed Su Ze’an? It had to be a trap!

So Qi Yu calmly replied, “I did not kill Su Ze’an.”

Su Qiming roared in fury, “Stop lying! The Second Elder told me the last person my son saw was you!”

Qi Yu responded coolly and firmly, “I truly did not kill Su Ze’an.”

He knew Su Qiming had no proof. The sect strictly forbade internal killing, so Su Qiming dared not act rashly.

In this situation, Qi Yu’s words were sharper than the Cicada Sword.

But if Su Qiming attacked, Qi Yu would show no mercy—self-defense did not violate sect rules.

Su Qiming narrowed his eyes. Indeed, he lacked direct evidence that Qi Yu killed Su Ze’an. Besides, he didn’t believe Qi Yu had the ability. But the Second Elder had said Qi Yu must die for him to become a Sword Sect elder. Today’s confrontation was merely a pretext.

“Still defiant even with death looming!”

Su Qiming snarled, then vanished into the darkness.

“Damn it, enough talk—finally you’ve made your move!”