30: A little trick can turn people into enemies.
Two shadows, like two venomous snakes, infinitely elongated on the ground, silently appearing beside Old Daoist Xuanwang and his group by using the mist.
At this moment, Old Daoist Xuanwang, seeing the soul lamp extinguish, mistakenly thought that Li Yan had died.
After Li Yan 'died', Old Ghost Xuanwang and Xuan Sha also underwent subtle changes.
Before, they wanted to capture Li Yan, so the Senior Brother and Junior Brother teamed up to search for his whereabouts.
Now that Li Yan, the Rebellious Disciple, was 'dead', their relationship slowly transformed from cooperation to competition.
Li Yan's Senior Brother Ming Shan was arguing with Mystic Fiend's Disciple.
"I found this Low Grade Storage Ring first! Does your Blood Fiend Hall want to snatch my things?"
Ming Shan drew his long sword and pointed it at the other party.
The person opposite snorted, "Jingxu Sect's Senior Brother, considering that our Masters are Senior Brothers, I won't argue with you."
"Whoever gets this Storage Ring first, it's theirs."
The Disciples of the Blood Fiend Hall, established by Mystic Fiend, were all fierce and menacing, like bandits in the mountains.
Although Old Ghost Xuanwang and Mystic Fiend were both of the Xuan generation, they had long since separated, each establishing the Jingxu Sect and the Blood Fiend Hall.
Originally, everyone was polite when searching for Li Yan together.
Now?
Now, everyone's eyes were only filled with a desire for treasures, with no room for sentiment!
When Old Ghost Xuanwang saw his Disciple arguing with someone else, he immediately stepped forward and slapped the Blood Fiend Hall Disciple's face.
"Presumptuous!"
"This item was seen by my Disciple Ming Shan first, yet you still dare to forcefully snatch it!"
Old Daoist Xuanwang was extremely protective, giving the other side a slap without a second thought.
The Blood Fiend Hall Disciple was full of fear, "Junior Martial Uncle, I..."
The next moment, a rough laugh came from the mist.
"Junior Brother Old Daoist Xuanwang, you're quite impressive!"
"How dare you bully my Disciple? Are you trying to vent all your anger on my Disciple!"
The tall and muscular Xuan Sha's muscles began to ripple, adopting a stance as if ready to erupt at any moment.
They began to have conflicts due to uneven distribution of spoils, which made Li Yan, who was hiding in the shadows, realize an opportunity.
"Old Daoist Xuanwang and Xuan Sha, they know minor courtesies but lack great righteousness, they adhere to small details but lack great virtue, and they are narrow-minded."
"This is a perfect opportunity to exploit their greed..."
An idea came to Li Yan; he flicked his finger, controlling the shadow to create a slight disturbance.
Hearing the movement, Old Daoist Xuanwang and Xuan Sha both looked over.
"Who!"
After hearing the movement, the two temporarily put aside their hostility and turned to look at the figure emerging from the mist.
Watching the figure draw closer, Old Ghost Xuanwang narrowed his eyes.
"Could it be... that Rebellious Disciple isn't dead yet?"
As they remained vigilant, the figure in the mist grew closer until it appeared in their sight.
It was not Li Yan, but merely a decaying corpse lost in Broken Sword Valley, dragging its lifeless body, swaying as it walked towards them.
"So it's just a decaying corpse..."
"Hmm? What is the decaying corpse holding?"
Everyone saw that the decaying corpse was holding a Blood Drinking Sword of extraordinary quality.
"Is it an ancient demonic Cultivator's Magical Artifact, a Fifth Grade Blood Drinking Sword?"
Xuan Sha, who recognized it, immediately identified the Magical Artifact's origin.
Greed occupied everyone's minds, their eyes wide with anticipation.
The full-bearded Xuan Sha burst into laughter, "Junior Brother, this Blood Drinking Sword is very suitable for my Blood Fiend Hall, I won't be polite, Senior Brother!"
The crooked-eyed old man also immediately rushed over, letting out bursts of sinister laughter, "Senior Brother, do you not know the adage of respecting the old and loving the young? This sword, let Junior Brother take it, let me do the honors."
Watching the two old men scramble for the Fifth Grade Blood Drinking Sword.
Li Yan grinned, his smile filled with amusement.
"Indeed, a superficial brotherhood. But a mere Fifth Grade Blood Drinking Sword is indeed very tempting for them."
"I've gone all out, now let's see your performance."
That's right.
The Blood Drinking Sword was intentionally given to the decaying corpse by Li Yan, to hold in its hand.
The decaying corpse had no brain; whatever was given to it, it instinctively held.
Moreover, the decaying corpse was not interested in shadows and did not attack Li Yan's shadow.
He merely used a small trick to make Old Daoist Xuanwang and Xuan Sha fight over a Blood Drinking Sword.
So, the next step would be even simpler.
After understanding their greedy nature, Li Yan activated the Blood Shadow Art.
"Stab!"
In the mist, Li Yan's shadow was like a ghost.
Two shadows, one on the left and one on the right, silently appeared among the crowd.
The Disciples of the Jingxu Sect and the Blood Fiend Hall did not realize that shadows had appeared beneath their feet.
Li Yan's two shadows, one holding a long sword and the other a bone spear, randomly picked two lucky spectators to stab.
Accompanied by two screams from the crowd, everyone turned their heads.
Two Disciples from the Jingxu Sect and the Blood Fiend Hall, each clutching their back wounds, cursed angrily.
"Who stabbed me?"
"Was it you! You've been sneaking around just now."
"What nonsense are you spouting? How dare you, you scoundrel, slander me, your Daoist Master?"
"This sword wound, you clearly stabbed me!"
"How do you explain this spear wound!"
The Disciples of the Jingxu Sect and the Blood Fiend Hall began to argue with each other.
From initial shoving, they gradually started throwing punches, and finally resorted to using knives and guns.
And Old Daoist Xuanwang and Xuan Sha were also arguing over a Fifth Grade Blood Drinking Sword.
Seeing the Disciples on both sides start to kill each other, Xuan Wang and Xuan Sha also began to turn hostile.
"Old Ghost Xuanwang, your Disciple actually played dirty, using a spear to stab my third Disciple in the kidney?"
"Senior Brother, I think there's some misunderstanding here."
Xuan Wang's eyes darted around, feeling vaguely that something was amiss.
But Xuan Sha, this burly man, had long been annoyed with this Junior Brother.
"Old Ghost Xuanwang, you abducted Junior Sister Xuan Jing back then, deceiving her with sweet words into your Immortal Cave to refine her, don't think I don't know!"
Old Ghost Xuanwang's eyes widened, his face flushed, "I didn't! I didn't kill her! She herself stepped on a trap, she died on her own, it's not my fault!"
His Senior Martial Uncle, however, still clung to that incident from back then, "So, you abandoned Junior Sister to save your own life, letting her die alone in the Immortal Cave?"
"Senior Brother, listen to me!"
Old Ghost Xuanwang did not want to fight within Broken Sword Valley; this was not a good place.
But just then, a Flying Sword suddenly shot out from the mist, attacking Senior Martial Uncle Mystic Fiend.
The burly Senior Martial Uncle Mystic Fiend, hearing the buzzing sound behind him, immediately dodged to the side.
Looking again.
"A Flying Sword? Xuan Wang, not only did you kill Junior Sister, but you also want to kill me?"
"I think you don't know how to write the word 'death'!"
Xuan Sha did not hesitate, throwing a punch at the crooked-eyed Daoist.
"Senior Brother, someone is framing me!"
Old Daoist Xuanwang finally understood; someone was definitely trying to harm him!
Senior Martial Uncle Mystic Fiend roared, "That Flying Sword is your Magical Artifact, and you still want to argue! Do you take me for a fool!"
And Li Yan, the mastermind behind all of this, was smiling as he watched them kill each other.
As for where the Flying Sword came from?
It was a Flying Sword shot by the old Daoist when he chased Li Yan an hour ago, which Li Yan picked up and repurposed.
When his Senior Martial Uncle saw the Flying Sword, he immediately became enraged, transforming into a Blood Fiend.
Two Peak Ban Xue Realm Cultivators began to put on a show of slaughter in front of Li Yan.
And all of this was merely a scheme set by Li Yan by moving his fingers and manipulating shadows.
Old Ghost Xuanwang and Senior Martial Uncle Mystic Fiend fought back and forth, the booming sounds of their collision echoing through Broken Sword Valley.
Corpse Puppet Su Mo, by Li Yan's side, looked at him with adoration.
"Master, so amazing!"
In Su Mo's small mind, there were too many questions; she was like a blank slate, finding everything new.
Li Yan chuckled, "This is nothing."
"Remember, when we don't have absolute Realm suppression, to deal with enemies stronger than us, we can't be reckless; we must rely on our brains."
Saying that, Li Yan tapped his own head.
Corpse Puppet Su Mo's expression was excited, her pink lips slightly parted, her face full of a child's admiration for an adult.