Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 401-Chapter 500)

The master of the Vermillion Clothes sect’s eyes narrowed. All he felt was death approaching him. The disciples of the Vermillion Clothes sect who heard the disturbance gathered over from all directions, but it brought him no comfort at all. It only made him feel even colder.

Attack with the turrets? Send a distress signal to the Daemon Suppression alliance? His mind moved rapidly. The bright yellow satin suddenly expanded to ten times its size and loomed over him.

“Shatter!” The blood-red blade in the master of the Vermillion Clothes sect’s hand expanded. With a single move, he unleashed bloody attacks in all directions, such that his blade aura swept about like a storm. The moment the disciples arrived outside, they saw the streaks of blood-red light tear the room and courtyard to pieces. A faster disciple had even been sucked into the blade aura, cut to pieces immediately. He was reduced to a pile of flesh, which alarmed the other disciples into backing away hurriedly.

The bright red satin pulsed, pliable, tough, and undamaged. However, it was unable to fall down, hovering in the air like a yellow cloud and shrouding the moon.

The daggers flashed, like the crescent moon, like a falling star. The light they gave off criss-crossed before vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Time dripped away. All there was was a rumble of collapsing structures, and an uproar erupted in the valley.

“Prepare to go on the offence to assist them,” Li Qingshan ordered sternly. Although his chances of victory were extremely large, he still had to consider the worst outcome. They were his most important and most trusted subordinates among the night roamers. He could not allow anything to happen to them.

Ye Mingzhu said, “It’s just the master of the Vermillion Clothes sect, a Foundation Establishment cultivator. They definitely won’t disappoint you, sir Northmoon.”

As she said that, the formation vanished.





Chapter 436: Ambushing Fu Qingjin | Legend of the Great Sage




The blade aura dispersed. Within a radius of a few hundred meters, the ground had been cut up and shattered. Not a single blade of grass survived. Only the master of the Vermillion Clothes sect, who wielded a blood-red blade, remained standing like a deity.

A slash had appeared across his neck as blood poured out from his chest, soaking his vermillion clothes. Yet, the colour of the blood was a dark green. The bright yellow satin hovered about, falling out of the air and covering his face filled with reluctancy. He collapsed on the ground loudly.

Although a Foundation Establishment cultivator’s life force still paled in comparison to a Daemon General’s, wounds to the body no longer mattered so much as someone who had become one with nature. Otherwise, Ye Liubo’s first strike would have ended his life. However, the poison attacked all aspects. Foundation Establishment cultivators were still incapable of achieving complete independence from their bodies.

The Vermillion Clothes sect could be regarded as a battle-oriented sect, and their sect master’s strength ranked towards the top in the Clear River prefecture. In a direct confrontation, even several Ye Liusus would struggle to finish him off in a short amount of time.

However, the concept of assassination had always been about catching the opponent off-guard and killing them despite being weaker. The master of the Vermillion Clothes sect had lowered his guard due to the formation, so he suffered a fatal strike from Ye Liubo. Victory had already been decided the moment he was poisoned.

Ye Liusu and Ye Liubo emerged from Night Roaming and knelt on the ground, breathing heavily. Both of them were covered in several dozen brutal wounds. The master of the Vermillion Clothes sect’s final strike had truly been startling. The blade he wielded was anything but ordinary.

“It’s otherfolk! Kill them! They’ve killed the sect master!” “How did they get in here? Why didn’t the formation give off any warning?”

As the disciples of the sect cried out, Ye Liusu and Ye Liubo smiled at one another. They made their way over to the corpse of the sect master like no one else was present and began to search through it.

A tenth layer disciple lunged over, swinging his blade. There was a flash from the curved dagger, and he was bisected. Despite being injured, they still were not people who could be threatened by these regular disciples, as they had undergone a heavenly tribulation.

Seeing this, the disciples hesitated and staggered back before scattering off in all directions. Ye Liusu had already found the formation disc, deactivating the formation.

Black figures flew into the Vermillion Clothes sect, tailing behind each disciple like their own shadows. A few cries rang out, but the valley fell silent very soon.

The turrets remained untouched. Ye Liubo held the controlling mechanism and disassembled them one by one, stowing them away in her hundred treasures pouch.

Li Qingshan unfurled his wings, flew along a straight line, and landed on a turret, surveilling the entire valley. All the night roamers returned before him, offering up the hundred treasures pouches they had obtained. None of them dared to keep it for themselves. The hundred treasures pouches of Qi Practitioners was not worth this kind of risk.

Li Qingshan did not hold back, accepting all the hundred treasures pouches. In the end, he received the sect master’s hundred treasures pouch from Ye Liusu and smiled. “The two of you hold the greatest merit in this attack. Once this is all over, I will reward you accordingly.” He also said to the other night roamers, “I’m just holding onto all the spoils for now. I will reward your clans according to your contributions once we return underground.”

Ye Mingzhu said immediately, “Wise be sir Northmoon. We will definitely work as one team and demonstrate our loyalty to you, sir.” The other matriarchs all cursed her inside for being a bootlicker, but they were afraid to fall behind, just in case they lost out in the very end when they split the spoils.

“As long as we work together, there’s nothing we can’t overcome.” Ye Liusu was riled up. This was the first time she had felt so relaxed as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but she also understood she would never feel so relaxed if it were not for Li Qingshan’s command.

The other night roamers did not necessarily agree with her, but they did accept everything Ye Liusu had done.

As Ye Liusu advocated for her belief of unity, Ye Liubo snuck over and hugged Li Qingshan around the waist. She handed the blood-red blade from the sect master to him and bit his ear. She spoke with a sickly sweet voice, “This’ll be a gift from me, alright?”

“That won’t do. Even you’re mine. Are your injuries fine?” Li Qingshan lifted up the blood-red blade, and he could not help but praise, “A good blade.”

The blood-red blade was extremely sharp, having surpassed the boundary of regular spiritual artifacts already. This was the keepsake of the masters of the Vermillion Clothes sect, having been passed down through the generations. It had been refined countless times.

It was not as flexible as regular arcane artifacts with fancy tricks or abilities, but it only seemed more practical and suited Li Qingshan better. Even when he faced Fu Qingjin’s Green Ruins sword, he would not lose out by too much now.

“It’s just a few small scratches. I’ll be fine with a bit of rest. There won’t be any scars. Though, the blade qi is a bit troublesome. All you say is that I’m yours, so why don’t you want me?” Ye Liubo sulked.

Li Qingshan lowered his head and kissed her gently on the lips. He pressed his hand against her back and purged the blade qi. He smiled. “Stop flirting around.” He raised his hand and said, “Mingzhu, bring the map. Where’s the closest sect?”

The moon hung high as stars covered the sky.



Li Qingshan unfurled his wings and flew over the wilderness. Black figures followed behind him silently along the ground. Only a night breeze passed by wherever they were.