Chaos Spirit Field

Faced with Zhao Linger's sudden concern, Zhao Shanhe felt mixed emotions. He thought that the other party should hate him, but he didn't expect... Alas, it was all because he was too charming.

Meanwhile, the commander led the remaining city guards back to the City Lord's residence. Along the way, he was plagued by doubts. While the Young City Lord might occasionally act erratically and capriciously, the City Lord was known for his integrity and honesty. How could he possibly associate with such a sinner? With these questions in mind, he trudged into the City Lord's secret chamber, where he practiced his martial arts. However, the sight before him was so chilling that he gasped—numerous shrunken corpses lay scattered about the chamber, their appearance horrifying and appalling.

At this moment, an old man appeared in the secret room. The commander was startled and quickly bowed and said, "Yang Dayong greets Sect Leader Ma."

The man who came was none other than Ma Shangfeng, the leader of the Zhengyi Sect. He demanded in a stern voice, "Who killed my son-in-law and grandson?"

"Reporting to Sect Leader Ma, the City Lord and Young City Lord were killed by the Immortal Master. Two girls and one boy, about seventeen or eighteen years old, were staying at the inn west of the city."

Ma Shangfeng said coldly: "Clean up these mummies and watch your mouth."

At the West City Inn, Zhao Shanhe was eating. Zhao Yunluo said, "Disciple, don't eat yet. Someone is here."

Ma Shangfeng was startled when he saw the three people suddenly appear. He said with a stiff upper lip, "I am Ma Shangfeng, the head of the Zhengyi Sect. What sects do you three belong to? Why did you kill my son-in-law and grandson for no reason? Please give me an explanation."

Zhao Shanhe had a look of disdain on his face and said coldly, "I was the one who killed them! They deserved their own death. Beautiful Master, does this guy deserve to die?"

Zhao Yunluo, who was standing aside, had a calm expression and softly uttered two words: "Damn it." Although her voice was not loud, it carried an unquestionable firmness.

The moment Zhao Yunluo finished speaking, Zhao Shanhe unhesitatingly raised his long sword and charged forward like a ferocious tiger. With a flash of light, the sharp blade slashed straight for Ma Feng's neck. However, something unexpected happened—with a crisp "crack," the long sword in Zhao Shanhe's hand broke.

Zhao Shanhe looked at the broken sword in his hand with a look of grievance on his face, muttering, "Oh, beautiful master, this guy's neck is too tough. He can even break my sword!"

At this moment, Zhao Yunluo couldn't help but giggle. Her beautiful eyes flickered as she whispered, "Silly disciple, this man is no ordinary character. He's a cultivator who has already reached the Fusion Stage! How could an ordinary sword possibly hurt him? In my opinion, we should just let him go."

Hearing this, if Ma Feng could move freely, he would have nodded in agreement. But at this moment, he was imprisoned tightly and could only stare with wide eyes in anxiety.

Zhao Shanhe looked at Zhao Yunluo with a troubled expression and asked again, "Beautiful Master, do you really deserve to die?"

Zhao Yunluo nodded slightly and replied in a serious tone, "The sins this man has committed far exceed those of the two before him. But my Seventh Sister and I can't take action, and you can't kill him. It's better to let him go. There are too many bad people in the world to kill."

Zhao Shanhe said with unyielding despair, "Beautiful Master, I will eradicate all evil. Now that I have encountered this, how can I let it go so easily? Although you cannot do it yourself, you can give me a magical weapon that will allow even a mortal to slay the immortal."

Zhao Yunluo said earnestly, "Disciple, you have a body with a leaky sky and no spiritual power. Even if I give you a magic weapon, you can't kill a cultivator in the Fusion Stage."

Seeing Zhao Shanhe's expectant eyes, Zhao Yunluo could only helplessly take out a sword and said, "Disciple, take this magic sword and play with it."

Ma Shangfeng looked at the immortal-level sword in Zhao Shanhe's hand. He felt a little frightened in his heart. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck and a pain came over him.

Zhao Shanhe looked at the wound on Ma Shangfeng's neck that was almost healing. He said in surprise, "It's only such a shallow wound. The neck of a cultivator in the Fusion Stage is really tough. If I cut him a few more times, I should be able to kill him. I'm eliminating evil and I absolutely cannot give up."

Zhao Yunluo looked bored. She yawned and said, "Disciple, take your time playing. I'm going back to sleep. Seventh sister, are you going to leave?"

Zhao Ling responded softly: "Sixth sister, you go and rest, I'm not sleepy."

A startling and astonishing scene suddenly unfolded on the deserted, silent street. A tall, handsome young man, wielding a gleaming sword, slashed relentlessly at the sage-like elder across from him. Each swing of the sword unleashed a piercing aura that seemed to rend the very air. Meanwhile, a woman of angelic beauty stood beside him, her eyes filled with love as she gazed upon the young man. Was this a manifestation of moral decay or a distortion of human nature?

Zhao Shanhe gasped for breath and said helplessly, "Ma Shangfeng, why is your neck so hard? I'm tired of chopping it. You can see the situation now. If you don't want to die from excessive blood loss, just end your life quickly! That way, I can go back and sleep peacefully earlier. If you think my suggestion is good, then blink."

When Ma Shangfeng heard this, a trace of despair and unwillingness flashed in his eyes. He saw Zhao Shanhe's determination to kill him. Although he didn't want to die, he blinked helplessly.

Zhao Shanhe saw this and turned to look at Zhao Linger beside him. He respectfully requested, "Fairy Lady, please help lift the restrictions on Ma Shangfeng so that he can end his life on his own."

Zhao Linger nodded slightly, opened her red lips, and uttered only one word: "Solve."

As she finished speaking, Ma Shangfeng instantly felt a powerful force dissipating from his body, and his body, which had been imprisoned, finally regained its freedom. He did not choose to take the opportunity to escape, because he could not escape at all. He just looked up with a face full of grief and desolation and sighed: "You so-called immortals, you abuse me so much. I will sue the heaven." After that, he took out a sword and slit his neck.

Zhao Shanhe said with disdain, "You're a bad guy, but you speak so righteously. Someone who doesn't know me would think I'm the one who's wrong. Fairy lady, it's getting late. Let's go back to our rooms and sleep."

Zhao Linger said shyly: "Li Xiaoyao, it's not good."

Zhao Shanhe was speechless. How could his daughter be so love-brained? He replied, "They should sleep separately."