58: I've been unhappy with them for a long time!

A cold snort came from beneath Jade Rakshasa's mask, the patterns on it seemingly twisting a few times: "Sword Saint Lu has quite the appetite!"

Lu Jiuyuan's fingers lightly stroked the edge of the Guhong Sword, its gleaming silver blade reflecting his stern face: "My appetite has always been good."

In the courtyard, fallen leaves spun without wind, swirling between the three of them.

The atmosphere immediately grew tense.

Jade Rakshasa deliberated. In a one-on-one fight, he was ninety percent confident of victory, but two against one was another matter.

Moreover, Sword Devil's Yamas Summons needle was truly terrifying, and he wasn't sure he could dodge it.

He hadn't yet reunited with his son, and the Rakshasa Sect hadn't been properly prepared for him. There was no benefit in a mutual destruction.

"What do you want?" Jade Rakshasa's heart ultimately softened. He had too many concerns and many things yet to do; he was no longer the decisive Jade Rakshasa of yesteryear!

It was normal for these two young men to be a bit angry, having been dragged into his affairs.

"When you die, the entire Western Demonic Cult will be mine!" Lu Jiuyuan said coldly: "Don't ask me what I want, but rather, what do you have?"

Jade Rakshasa clasped his hands behind his back, his fists clenched in anger. Arrogant, he was truly too arrogant, just like his younger self.

If not for the vast age difference, he might have even thought this scoundrel was his own son.

He thought, when had he, the dignified leader of the Western Rakshasa Sect, ever endured such insolence?

But he truly had no way to deal with this little bastard right now. If they fought, it would likely be mutual destruction, and the other side had more people.

"Stop beating around the bush! You've got me by the short hairs now, and I can accept demands,

but don't go too far.

I'm not dead yet, and you can't keep me here.

The thousands of members of the Western Rakshasa Sect are not mere clay figures; they would be a huge problem for you. State your terms."

Jade Rakshasa felt stifled but helpless; he had been cornered.

The other party completely disregarded convention, directly overturning the table and demanding compensation with the most blatant display of force.

He had no doubt that if he couldn't produce enough "sincerity," this Sword Devil would truly take the rakshasa token to the Great Brightness Realm and turn his Rakshasa Sect, which he had painstakingly built for decades, upside down, perhaps even claiming it for himself.

Lu Xiaofeng wouldn't do such a thing.

But Lu Jiuyuan? He didn't follow the rules of the Jianghu; he only recognized the Dao in his heart and the sword in his hand.

"The rakshasa token, I cannot give you that," Jade Rakshasa said slowly, his tone brooking no argument.

This was the core of his plan, the key to purging the Rakshasa Sect and paving the way for his son.

"I know," Lu Jiuyuan said calmly, as if he had long expected it, "So, tell me what you can give."

Jade Rakshasa's gaze flickered behind his mask, seemingly weighing his options.

After a moment, he said in a deep voice: "Gold, silver! Divine weapons, Sharp Weapons! Fine wine and beautiful women, as long as Sword Saint asks, I have everything..."

"Vulgar," Lu Jiuyuan interrupted him: "I'm very interested in martial arts. I hear you have a Heavenly Demon Disintegration Skill that is famous throughout the world.

I want to see it!"

Jade Rakshasa's eyes behind the mask showed great surprise. He knew this technique, but it truly wasn't a proper thing.

The Heavenly Demon Disintegration Skill was his last resort; at his current age, using it would likely send him to his grave. This technique was extremely dangerous, consuming a large amount of Internal Energy to gain an instant burst of terrifying power far exceeding one's own limits,

but the side effects were severe. If one had enough Internal Energy, the damage was less, but if Internal Energy was insufficient, it would cause irreversible damage to the body.

Using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Skill meant killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of one's own, or killing five hundred enemies at the cost of eight hundred of one's own, or failing to kill any enemies and still losing eight hundred of one's own. It was a true life-or-death technique!

In terms of value, yes! It had value!

Was it high? Not really!

His personal dead soldiers all practiced it.

This was probably not for himself, but for the imperial court. Such a Cultivation Technique could unleash its greatest power within the court.

"Good! It's a deal!"

Hearing the other party answer so readily, Lu Jiuyuan directly pulled out the rakshasa token from his Pregnant and threw it over.

"Then we are even. We will not interfere with each other. From now on, wherever Sword Saint goes, the Western Rakshasa Sect will retreat three paces."

Taking the rakshasa token, Jade Rakshasa went directly into the room, got paper and brush, and transcribed it on the spot.

After confirming its accuracy, the two parties bid farewell and left. As for the Silver Hook Casino and the Black Tiger Hall, others would naturally take over.

"Lu Xiaofeng, who do you think Jade Rakshasa's son will be?" Lu Jiuyuan asked:

"I don't know, but judging from his tone, he must have achieved something significant and be very famous,

famous enough to make Jade Rakshasa, who founded the Western Demonic Cult, proud of this son!" Lu Xiaofeng shook his head, looking at the bodies of Ku Zhu and Lonely Pine on the ground,

"Old Nine, your sword has become even more unfathomable, much faster than before.

Originally, I couldn't even catch your needle, and now I probably can't even catch your sword."

"Although Jade Rakshasa was forced to retreat, don't be careless. At night, under the cover of darkness, his strength will be even greater.

The talk of Rakshasa ghosts is not false; his martial arts are even more ethereal and terrifying at night."

"I know!" Lu Jiuyuan nodded: "He is old after all! Heavenly Devil Disintegration, a desperate strike, will not be used on me."

"Yes, he's old, with more concerns, no longer the uninhibited leader of the Western Demonic Cult he once was."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, looking at Fang Yufei's corpse: "This guy is dead too.

Flying Jade Tiger, Black Tiger Hall... A scheme that ultimately came to naught, only those innocent women are to be pitied."

"They brought it upon themselves, Karma. Not innocent at all!" Lu Jiuyuan's tone remained cold, holding a completely opposing view.

"Let's go,"

Lu Jiuyuan turned, holding the Guhong Sword casually in his hand. The makeshift wooden scabbard had been discarded, the blade directly exposed to the wind, its silver-white luster appearing even more stark.

"This place is filthy and disgusting."

"Old Nine, what are you planning to do next?"

"I feel my strength has entered a Bottleneck, and I need to hone it well.

There are many scoundrels in the Jianghu, so it's a good opportunity to... kill people and practice my sword!"

"Kill people and practice your sword?" Lu Xiaofeng frowned slightly. Old Nine had never actively sought to kill; people always came to trouble him, and then they were killed.

Given Old Nine's murderous nature, actively killing people was not a good thing. "What kind of people?"

"Those who deserve to be killed!" When Lu Jiuyuan uttered the words "deserve to be killed," the air around them seemed to freeze.

He recalled the half-destroyed face of Yin Tongzi, and thought of Gongsun Lan who killed randomly for pleasure:

"I've disliked this Jianghu for a long time.

It's full of festering sores, human morality is lost, and if these people are not eliminated, heaven's principles will not tolerate it.

Before, my strength wasn't enough, so even if I heard about it, there was nothing I could do.

Now, with the imperial court backing me, a single command can unearth many pieces of information.

This Jianghu is too defiled."

Lu Xiaofeng was silent for a moment, "Old Nine, your heart is good, but this Jianghu is treacherous, and you are making an enemy of the Jianghu.

If you only kill lecherous villains, that's fine, but if you want to kill every evil person. Then you will offend everyone in the world. How many truly good people are there in this Jianghu?"

"No matter," Lu Jiuyuan interrupted him: "Either they don't do evil and live honestly.

As long as they dare to do evil, and I find out, I will definitely find them. Wherever my sword points, there is no escape."

He weighed the Guhong Sword in his hand: "It's precisely because there are no restraints above their heads that they are so reckless and unrestrained.

My sword is fast enough, sharp enough. My needle is accurate enough, Absolute enough. Killing is enough.

Kill until they cry, kill until they laugh, kill until they are terrified. This is to purge the demonic!"

"Purge the demonic! Sword Saint purges the demonic!"

Lu Xiaofeng watched Lu Jiuyuan walk away and suddenly asked: "In the Jianghu, life and death, entering and exiting, are commonplace.

Walking the path of the Jianghu, one foot steps on the Jianghu, one foot steps on the gates of hell; there is only life and death, no good and evil.

The Jianghu has no memory, Old Nine, even if you kill for a year, two years, you cannot clear this turbulent Jianghu.

When you stop killing, it will still be the same as before."

"I am twenty-four this year, still young. Since I'm going to kill, I'll kill for sixty years.

The Jianghu has no memory, so I will sever this sixty-year cycle of the Jianghu and become an inescapable monument.

People do, heaven watches. If heaven doesn't watch, I will watch!"

"The waters of the Jianghu are deep and turbulent. Even if you are as strong as you, even if you are invincible, you will drown in it."

Lu Xiaofeng shouted: "Old Nine, you fool! You big fool!"

"Life is but a grand dream. Since I cannot stand what I see, I will follow my own heart!

As you said, life and death are trivial matters! What's there to say!"

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