The Legend of Futian
1922 Shangguan Qiuye“s Scheme
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The Legend of Futian
Author :Jing Wu Hen
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1922 Shangguan Qiuye“s Scheme

Many virtuosos gathered from a distant area. They were all drawn in by the battle that was taking place, and they were all observing the fight.

Thereafter, they saw Ye Futian facing an entire group of Renhuangs alone.

"Who is this white-haired Renhuang?" some people contemplated silently. They were surprised by how strong he was.

The person Ye Futian was facing appeared to be virtuosos from the Jun Family of the Penglai Continent. They all seemed to be shaken by this one person?

At this point, Yun Zhe's face also let out a puzzled expression. This fight seemed to be very similar to the one that happened in the Penglai Deity Region, where not only did Ye Futian stay alive, but he even managed to counterattack and kill several virtuosos.

It was happening once again at this moment at this place.

Even a level-eight virtuoso could not beat him.

Furthermore, Ye Futian's strength caused the level-eight virtuoso guarding Jun Qiuyan to be extremely wary. He was worried that Jun Qiuyan would be killed with a piercing strike from Ye Futian. After all, considering the ability that Ye Futian had shown, this possibility was very real. Thus, the guard did not dare to be careless.

The other level-eight virtuoso was still engaged in a tough fight with Beigong Ao. Furthermore, it seemed that Beigong Ao was dominating the fight. This practitioner from an insignificant, unknown continent, could actually pressurize an elder from the Jun Family.

However, they also sensed that a thunder treasure had merged into Beigong Ao's body. This caused him to be more familiar with the Great Way of Thunder and thus more terrifying.

The Great Path's chaotic flow ran amok between heaven and earth, but no one tried to interfere with the fight. They were all rather wary of Ye Futian. It was just moments ago that several Renhuangs, including a level-seven high-level Renhuang, died at Ye Futian's hands. This caused them to be very wary of Ye Futian.

While no one from the onlookers did anything, Ye Futian did not stop. He turned around in the air, emitting a seemingly holy light of the buddha. With the deep hum of the buddha's voice resonating outwards, Ye Futian seemed like a real-life golden buddha in the eyes of the onlookers.

At the same time, Ye Futian swung the divine sword in his hand. The strand of Sword Will inherited from the Sword Mountain, which was infused into the sword, was fully unleashed. At that moment, the blade of light pierced through the clouds.

"If you are still alive after this strike, you can leave." As Ye Futian finished speaking, a Buddhist Voice of the Great Path resonated between heaven and earth, as though it were the roar of a golden buddha. The formless rhythmic ripples cascaded throughout the boundless space, causing everyone to feel an aggressive attack on their divine souls.

In the next moment, Ye Futian's body disappeared from where he stood. The onlookers only saw numerous silhouettes appearing in place of his original body. Every silhouette was in the shape of Ye Futian's true body.

These silhouettes flew in different directions. At first, they moved slowly, but in a short period of time, the number of silhouettes increased, and the Will of the Sword became stronger, too. There seemed to be tens of thousands of sword clones scattered all through the heavens and earth in the blink of an eye, covering every possible position.

"Defend!" roared the level-eight Renhuang beside Jun Qiuyan. His comrades seemed to be put into a trance by the Buddhist Voice of the Great Path, and he wanted to shock them awake. They were still under the attack of Rhythmic Sorcery; with the addition of the lethal sword technique, how could any normal Renhuang hope to stand against the simultaneous attacks?

Ye Futian's shadow clones gradually moved faster, giving off a very mysterious feeling. In a short while, each silhouette morphed into a beam of light, and it was as though they had merged into the blade of light. Many people saw an elegant blade of light cutting an arc through the air in front of them, and streaks of blood-red light emitted right after.

All the virtuosos were scrambling to gather the Great Path's powers to counter the incoming attack. However, when the blade of light sliced across, it cut directly through space. The blade of light sliced without resistance through the Space of the Great Path, and the sound of blades cutting through flesh continuously echoed out.

Thereafter, the tens of thousands of sword shadows merged into one, and Ye Futian's silhouette once again appeared where he last stood, as though he had never moved away from that spot.

The vast space turned calm once again. A Renhuang was standing among the crowd. His pupils were dilated. He was glaring at Ye Futian. Between his brows appeared a line of blood.

"No!" he roared once, and in the next instant, his body was pulverized by the Will of the Sword.

At the same time, the sound of popping and puffing continued to echo. The silhouettes of numerous Renhuangs seemed to be crushed into powder. They were all killed.

At that moment, there were not many Renhuangs who remained standing in mid-air. One of them stood in his original position. He was shrouded by a golden bell, which was some implement. Fissures appeared along the surface of the ancient bell. Then, it exploded into dust. The Renhuang stood in mid-air, his arms slightly shaking. His eyes were filled with terror as he looked at Ye Futian.

Was this really a low-level Renhuang?

He killed nearly all the Renhuangs with merely a thought.

Ye Futian stretched out his palm and raised the sword in his hand, pointing with the tip of the divine sword. The Renhuangs who were still alive remembered Ye Futian's words. If they could survive his strike, they were allowed to leave. Ye Futian gave them a chance to live.

A level-six middle-level Renhuang retreated so quickly his body became a smudge. He turned around and left without looking at Ye Futian. Neither did he glance at Jun Qiuyan. He was not a member of the Jun Family. He was merely hired to follow Jun Qiuyan onto the Eastern Deity Island to obtain any relics of the Great Path.

Unexpectedly, such a strong formation had been decimated to such a sorry state by Ye Futian. He was very fortunate to have managed to survive. Anyone who was below a high-level Renhuang stage could not survive under Ye Futian's attacks. If he didn't leave now, he would only be waiting for his death.

"Forgive this old man for his incompetence," a level-seven high-level Renhuang spoke in the direction of Jun Qiuyan, and then retreated, no longer wanting to be part of this. The death of the high-level Renhuang previously had taught him a lesson.

He also saw that Beigong Ao had managed to dominate his opponent completely. Even these three level-eight practitioners may not be able to deal with Beigong Ao and Ye Futian.

Cultivating was not easy. If he could not obtain any opportunities to further his cultivation on the Great Path, there was no need to die here either.

Very soon, most of the virtuosos left. In this space, there were only a small number of people remaining.

They were Jun Qiuyan, the three level-eight virtuosos, two level-seven virtuosos, and Ye Futian, and Beigong Ao.

The two level-seven virtuosos were the direct descendants of the Jun Family, so naturally, they couldn't leave.

Among the three level-eight virtuosos, two were members of the Jun Family, while Master Yan was a guest of the Jun Family who had been invited to accompany Jun Qiuyan.

Ye Futian's glance swept towards Master Yan's direction, and said, "You are a level-eight Matrix Master, and yet you still take orders from Jun Qiuyan?"

Master Yan looked at him and heard Shangguan Qiuye say from afar, "His name is Master Yan. He isn't actually a member of the Jun Family. Rather, he is their guest. He is a master of alchemy matrices."

As she finished speaking, she said to Master Yan, "Master Yan, Jun Qiuyan is an extremely stubborn and arrogant man. He doesn't care about his own cultivation, yet he keeps trying to kill Renhuang Ye. Everything that happened here is because of his personal vengeance against Ye Futian. It is not worth it for you to follow or defend him. How about you join our Shangguan Family as a guest?"

Ye Futian glanced at Shangguan Qiuye. This woman was shrewd enough to exploit this chance to poach people.

"We don't have any grudges between us, so if you are willing to let go right now, I can pretend that nothing had happened. Otherwise, even if you are at the eighth level, you might still not be able to leave the Eastern Deity Island alive," Ye Futian said. His tone was extremely arrogant. He asserted that Master Yan, who was at the eighth level of cultivation, may not leave the Eastern Deity Island alive.

This was incomparably haughty. Of course, he definitely had the right to be this conceited. In the short exchange between them just moments ago, Master Yan knew that Ye Futian could use the Will of the Great Path that was left on the cliff face. With this inherited Will of the Great Path, Ye Futian could already stand against a level-eight virtuoso.

Furthermore, apart from the Vajra Demon-slaying Rhythmic Will of the Great Path, he also inherited a terrifying wisp of Will of the Sword.

As long as he failed to kill Ye Futian, Ye Futian could join hands with Beigong Ao to slay them in return.

Master Yan furrowed his brows, glanced at Ye Futian, and said, "Even if your talent is unrivaled, to be this arrogant, don't you think you're taking this old man a little too lightly?"

"Master Yan, this entire incident is caused by Jun Qiuyan. He already wanted to kill Ye Futian, and still wants him to be polite?" Shangguan Qiuye said, "Under such a contrast, shouldn't it be easy for you to see what kind of a person Jun Qiuyan is?"

"Shut up," Jun Qiuyan rebuked from afar. His expression was quite gloomy. Indeed, he had utterly failed this time.

"Jun Qiuyan, you implicated so many virtuosos and caused the deaths of so many Renhuangs. If you aren't a coward, then stop hiding behind others, step out and fight Ye Futian yourself, and take some responsibility," Shangguan Qiuye sarcastically said. How could Jun Qiuyan possibly come out?

Ye Futian could slay him with a single stroke of his sword.

Master Yan quietly watched everything. Normally, Jun Qiuyan was very respectful to him. He also put in the effort to cultivate, and he didn't lack talent either. However, it was impossible to clearly see a person for who he is without any contrast. Master Yan was more or less aware of the conflict between Jun Qiuyan and Ye Futian. He knew that it started with the trade at the Penglai Deity Lake.

About this incident, Jun Qiuyan was way too incapable compared to Ye Futian. In fact, it could be said that Jun Qiuyan couldn't even be compared to Ye Futian.

"I was entrusted this job, so naturally, I can't betray their trust," Master Yan said to Ye Futian. "If you can defeat this old man, I will back off."

"What a job you have taken," Ye Futian sarcastically replied. His divine sword was in the air, glowing with divinity brightly. "Being entrusted this job, if you defeat me, you will take my life, but if I defeat you, you still want to live?"

Master Yan's expression became heavy.

"You are a level-eight virtuoso, and you want to challenge a level-three Renhuang?" Ye Futian continued. How dare Master Yan even seriously expect him to accept such a deal.

Ye Futian looked at the battlefield that Beigong Ao was on, his divine sword emitting an infinitely bright divine glow. Even though he had inherited a Will of the Great Path, it was still tough to deal with a level-eight practitioner. However, it would also be difficult for his opponent to kill him. In that case, he could only cooperate with Beigong Ao and kill them all one by one.

"Master Yan, Renhuang Ye did not speak wrongly. You accepted Jun Qiuyan's request to kill Ye Futian. If you aren't willing to let it go, one of you must die. How can you even hope to settle this peacefully?" Shangguan Qiuye continued, "If Master Yan refuses to let this go, then the Shangguan Family can only interfere with this fight."

Master Yan narrowed his eyes and glanced at Shangguan Qiuye. Shangguan Qiuye raised her head and met his gaze with a cold expression. She did not even try to conceal her threat in her words.

If he did not agree to let go of this, the Shangguan Family would join in the fight against his side. At that rate, they would have no chance of victory.

If he lost, he would lose his life as well.

"Shangguan Qiuye, are you trying to stir up conflict between our two families?" Jun Qiuyan spoke in an icy tone. This Shangguan Qiuye was too scheming.

Under such circumstances, Master Yan was trapped in a Catch-22. However, he was more likely to retreat. If he did so, he would be severing all ties with the Jun Family, weakening the Jun Family's power. In addition to that, Ye Futian was still at odds with Jun Qiuyan and his followers. She wanted the Jun Family to be completely wiped off the face of the Eastern Deity Island!

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