Chapter 315: Punishing Good Deeds! Su Changqing's Wrath!

Chapter 315: Punishing Good Deeds! Su Changqing's Wrath!

Above the river of sword intent.

After Little Peng King left, Su Changqing gathered his thoughts and fully immersed himself in the numerous sword techniques he had inherited.

His speed was as swift as ever, stepping on light as he traveled, the Sword Seals around him blocking out the sky.

As the number of Sword Seals increased, the changes within them became even more profound, filled with the essence of the Dao.

Finally, the last barrier of sword techniques shattered, and the Sword Seals behind Su Changqing suddenly burst into brilliant light.

Boom!

Infinite sword intent surged skyward. The nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine Sword Seals, upon merging with the last one, became perfectly complete!

These ten thousand sword techniques, rooted in the same source, formed a self-sustaining cycle.

Starting from the first Sword Seal, the sky was filled with rapidly merging seals.

One, ten, a hundred...

Until the ten thousand seals merged into one, a dazzling, almost tangible seal of calamity appeared in the void!

The light from the seal illuminated the surroundings, and in its flickering glow, countless figures seemed to be wielding various sword techniques.

Ten Thousand Seals Form a Calamity!

By gathering ten thousand sword techniques, the Ten Thousand Catastrophe Sword Seal was born!

The seal of calamity, like a streak of light, directly imprinted itself on Su Changqing's Tianling point.

In an instant, the profound secrets of the Ten Thousand Catastrophe Sword Seal became crystal clear in his mind.

From a distance, Li Bofan watched this scene with envy in his eyes.

"Ten thousand Sword Seals, each forged from sword techniques, now merged into one calamity."

"With one calamity, ten thousand swords rise. This secret technique is truly terrifying."

Born into an ancient sword family, Li Bofan was naturally familiar with many sword techniques and spells.

But even the strongest secret techniques in his clan were far inferior to the Ten Thousand Catastrophe Sword Seal.

Just the power of one calamity was already extremely formidable. What would it be like if ten thousand calamities were unleashed together?

The thought made Li Bofan shudder with awe.

...

"Amazing!"

After receiving the inheritance, Su Changqing's eyes lit up with surprise.

The Ten Thousand Catastrophe Sword Seal was even stronger than he had imagined.

These ten thousand sword techniques were collected by the Sword Emperor as he traversed the myriad worlds.

These techniques could be fused and evolved, possessing boundless wonders.

In other words, "ten thousand" was just a descriptive term.

The ten thousand sword techniques could merge and interweave infinitely, and ten thousand was not the end!

However, to reach that level, one needed an extremely strong constitution and a profound understanding of the sword path.

"Truly worthy of being the Sword Emperor's inheritance. A domain-fusing technique and the Ten Thousand Catastrophe Sword Seal."

"Just these two techniques far surpass the inheritance of any ordinary emperor."

Thinking of this, Su Changqing looked into the distance, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"The first two inheritances are already so powerful. What did the Sword Emperor leave behind in the final place?"

Without wasting any time, Su Changqing waved his sleeve, and the third fragment of the divine law quickly merged with the sword.

Instantly, the already dazzling sword of law became even brighter, more radiant than the sun.

"Senior, what kind of inheritance is left in the final place?"

After putting away the sword of law, Su Changqing couldn't help but ask, driven by curiosity.

"The final place is not an inheritance."

Xian looked at Su Changqing and smiled gently. "The domain-fusing technique and the Ten Thousand Catastrophe Sword Seal are already powerful enough."

"This final place, the Sword Emperor left behind resources."

Su Changqing was taken aback. "Resources?"

"Yes."

Xian looked into the depths of the Imperial Tomb and said, "An unimaginably vast amount of resources."

"The Sword Emperor traversed the nine heavens and ten earths, gathering various imperial divine metals!"

Hearing this, Su Changqing's face lit up with surprise. "Imperial divine metals?"

Having practiced to his current level, Su Changqing well understood how precious imperial divine metals were.

They were supreme treasures that even emperors would fight over.

He never expected that the final inheritance left by the Sword Emperor would be such a treasure.

"The Sword Emperor did not forge an imperial weapon during his lifetime."

"In his final moments, he stripped away his own divine law and left behind numerous divine metals."

Xian looked at the sword of law in Su Changqing's hand.

"This was his regret. I hope you can help him, and yourself, forge a suitable divine weapon."

Su Changqing nodded solemnly, his gaze fixed on the final place of the inheritance.

That was the deepest part of the Imperial Tomb, a grand hall within.

"I hope there, I can find a way to escape the heavenly desolation."

Su Changqing glanced at the impending heavenly desolation and turned to leave.

But just as he was about to depart, a calm voice echoed from the heavens.

"Amitabha, Su Changqing, please stay a moment."

Su Changqing's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he turned to look up at the sky.

Good Deeds stood calmly, a figure with a faint aura by his side, seemingly unaware of the danger.

"What is it?"

Su Changqing merely glanced at him and asked calmly.

The Imperial Tomb suppressed divine consciousness, so Su Changqing didn't notice who the figure beside Good Deeds was.

"Can you return the Heavenly Buddha Body to me today?"

Good Deeds smiled, his tone calm.

"It was always mine. How can there be a question of returning it?"

Su Changqing chuckled, showing no intention of negotiating.

"Whenever you show some sincerity, we can talk."

The Eight Treasures Compass was somewhat useful to Su Changqing, but as his strength grew, its utility diminished.

If the Buddhist sect had been reasonable from the start, he wouldn't have had to hold onto it so tightly.

However, the Buddhist sect seemed to have no intention of negotiating, always pressing him relentlessly.

In such a case, even if the Eight Treasures Compass were utterly useless, Su Changqing wouldn't easily give it up!

Thinking this, Su Changqing found it pointless to waste words with Good Deeds and turned to leave.

But at that moment, Good Deeds' smile turned strange.

"Su Changqing, look at this person. Can you exchange him for the Heavenly Buddha Body?"

Su Changqing paused and turned back.

He saw Good Deeds grab the hair of a nearby cultivator, revealing a bloodied face.

Su Changqing's pupils contracted, and his usually calm demeanor suddenly changed.

"Good Deeds!"

"You are courting death!"

A surging wave of killing intent erupted, Su Changqing's black hair whipped wildly, and the fury in his eyes seemed to overflow.

The river of sword intent roared, and sharp sword auras instantly filled the sky, as if ready to descend at any moment.

How could Su Changqing not recognize that figure?

Not long ago, in Zhong Zhou, when he was besieged by World cultivators, it was this person who took a huge risk and used the Emperor's Killing Formation to surround the entire Zhong Zhou city, rescuing him from danger!

He was Su Changqing's junior brother from Xianzong, Wu Yong!

Su Changqing never imagined that Good Deeds, as a disciple of the Buddhist sect, would stoop so low.

Using his friend's life to threaten him!

An uncontrollable rage surged in his chest.

Especially seeing the faint, almost lifeless Wu Yong, Su Changqing's killing intent seemed ready to explode!

He had never wanted to kill someone so much!

Good Deeds was the first!

"Is this sincerity enough, Su Changqing?"

Good Deeds spoke calmly, ignoring the murmurs around him.

The Emperor's Path was about to open.

He had to get the Heavenly Buddha Body before leaving!

Even if it meant bearing some infamy, he didn't care.

When he achieved great success in the Buddhist path, countless disciples would defend him!

"Junior Brother!"

Su Changqing ignored Good Deeds and softly called out to the seemingly unconscious figure.

Wu Yong seemed to sense him.

His swollen eyes opened slightly.

When he saw the familiar young man, he managed a weak smile.

He tried to speak, but no sound came out, though Su Changqing clearly understood his meaning.

"Master Brother, kill him."

Su Changqing clenched his teeth, the veins on his jaw standing out.

"Your junior brother has too much backbone and a sharp tongue."

"This man is destined to fall into hell. I will personally cut out his tongue."

"To prevent his filthy words from offending the Buddha."

Good Deeds glanced coldly at Wu Yong, his eyes filled with killing intent.

Wu Yong was just a pawn. If he had been quiet and cooperative, Good Deeds wouldn't have bothered with him.

But who was Wu Yong?

He had dared to challenge the descendants of the Domain Lord and had the courage to self-destruct his cultivation to start over.

Would he willingly become a prisoner and let Good Deeds use him to threaten Su Changqing?

Throughout the journey, Wu Yong had relentlessly insulted Good Deeds.

He wasn't just venting his anger; he was also seeking death!

Wu Yong, though not a world-class Heavenly Pride, was a rare genius in the array path, a talent seen only once every thousand years.

He had his pride and backbone, and even in death, he wouldn't allow anyone to use his life to threaten his master brother who had shown him kindness.

But clearly, the moment Good Deeds captured him, his fate was no longer in his own hands.

The insults, though they gave Wu Yong some satisfaction, also stirred Good Deeds' killing intent.

Cutting out his tongue, destroying his cultivation, severing his meridians.

Wu Yong was still alive, but his heart was dead.

He knew that even if his master brother saved him, he would be nothing more than a cripple for the rest of his life.

Living like that was worse than dying.

"Good Deeds."

At this moment, Su Changqing was surrounded by terrifying sword intent storms.

His expression suddenly became calm as he looked at Good Deeds and spoke, word by word:

"Whether in heaven or hell, you will die!"

Seeing Su Changqing's calm eyes, Good Deeds felt a sudden panic.

He couldn't explain the feeling.

It was as if, the moment Su Changqing spoke those words, his path was cut off.

"Do you want this person or not?"

Good Deeds forced down his unease and spoke coldly.

This was his last chance. No matter how great the risk, he had to see it through!

Su Changqing said nothing, just waved his sleeve, and an ancient compass appeared in the sky.

"Heavenly Buddha Body!"

Good Deeds's eyes lit up, and with a casual wave, he sent Wu Yong flying away.

Su Changqing stepped forward, and a myriad of sword lights flashed, instantly bringing him to Wu Yong's side.

But the moment he sensed Wu Yong’s current state, the murderous intent in his heart erupted!

“Die!”

Su Changqing’s roar shook the heavens, and the longsword in his hand burst with the intent of the Heavenly Sword.

Buzz!

The ‘Catastrophe Seal’ within his mind directly fell into the blade, and Su Changqing slashed down at Good Deeds with all his might.

Boom!

As one catastrophe fell, ten thousand swords rose!

The Catastrophe Seal suddenly exploded, and ten thousand images of Su Changqing appeared in the sky.

These images either slashed, chopped, thrust, or swept.

Countless sword techniques seemed to freeze time and space, blossoming one by one in the void.

And in the instant when they all struck together, the endless light converged into one, slicing down with a swift motion.

Boom!

The sky suddenly shattered, with countless menacing cracks hanging in the void.

That sword light, carrying overwhelming power, instantly reached Good Deeds’ Tianling.

“Buddha’s Arrival!”

Good Deeds, who had just obtained the Heavenly Buddha Body and was still in a state of joy, suddenly felt his hairs stand on end.

Without any hesitation, he clasped his hands together, using all his magical power.

A massive Buddha, over a thousand feet tall, enveloped Good Deeds tightly.

But in the next moment—

Boom!

The massive Buddha couldn’t withstand the blow for even a moment and was instantly shattered by the sword.

The sword light, carrying the power of the catastrophe, cut through Good Deeds’ Tianling as if it were slicing through empty air.

Su Changqing’s furious strike left Good Deeds with no chance to defend, causing him to perish instantly.

Good Deeds’ face, in his final moments, was filled with shock and fear.

Clearly, he never expected Su Changqing’s power to be so terrifying that he couldn’t even withstand a single blow.

But fortunately, the Heavenly Buddha Body was in hand!

Though Good Deeds’ body died, the Eight Treasures Compass suddenly burst with overwhelming Buddha light.

In that light, a supreme body seemed to form, enveloping Good Deeds’ divine consciousness, which was about to vanish, and sped away like a streak of light.

This incarnation of Good Deeds was dead, but an ancient Bodhisattva was being reborn.

Su Changqing coldly watched the direction the Eight Treasures Compass had fled, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

“A monk can run, but a temple cannot.”

“Western Regions, I’ll be waiting for you at Spirit Mountain!”

Good Deeds’ actions had thoroughly enraged Su Changqing.

Spirit Mountain might be strong, but as a descendant of the Su Family, the master of Tian Dan Pavilion, and the deputy head of Daoism—

The current Su Changqing, once he was serious, could suppress an entire domain with his own strength!

“Huff—”

Su Changqing took a deep breath, suppressing the murderous intent in his heart.

He turned his gaze to the injured Wu Yong beside him, and with a wave of his hand, silver needles flashed like silver dragons, rapidly repairing Wu Yong’s damaged body.

In no time, under Su Changqing’s expert medical skills, Wu Yong’s injuries visibly healed.

“This—”

Xianxian’s pupils suddenly constricted, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

“The Heavenly Doctor’s Technique!”

He couldn’t be wrong; Su Changqing was definitely using the Heavenly Doctor’s Nine Profound Needles!

By activating the innate essence within living beings and using needles as a guide, he mimicked the act of mending the sky to repair damaged bodies.

Among the myriad worlds of Yuzhi, the only one with such supreme skills was the former Heavenly Doctor!

“Impossible!”

Xianxian seemed to be in a state of confusion, “The Heavenly Doctor is dead, and the lineage was long severed. How could it reappear?”

He looked up at the sky, frowning, “Has Heavenly Dao not noticed?”

“To allow such demonic techniques to reappear?”

Xianxian’s gaze remained fixed on Su Changqing’s every move, and after a long while, he finally sighed in relief.

“Fortunately, it’s just the most basic inheritance of the Heavenly Doctor.”

“Skills like severing bloodline genes, connecting with the laws of heaven and earth, and creating new species are not present.”

“That’s right; such skills are too terrifying, and Heavenly Dao would never allow them to reappear.”

Even so, Xianxian’s gaze towards Su Changqing was extremely strange.

Though he was just a minor Divine Law Realm cultivator, he was becoming increasingly inscrutable.

Xianxian might not have realized that the true inheritance of the Heavenly Doctor was not lost.

It was quietly nurturing within Su Changqing’s mind, waiting for the day it could leave the continent and escape Heavenly Dao’s scrutiny.

Su Changqing was unaware of Xianxian’s thoughts.

At that moment, he looked at the unconscious Wu Yong before him, his brows furrowed.

Wu Yong’s injuries were already 90% healed, but the last 10% was beyond his reach.

Wu Yong’s cultivation was lost, his dantian destroyed, and his entire meridian network severed. His foundation in the art of arrays was also completely gone.

Good Deeds seemed to know of Su Changqing’s medical prowess.

Wu Yong’s injuries were no longer just injuries; they were missing parts of his body.

Like a tongue that had been removed, a dantian that had been annihilated.

Su Changqing’s medical skills could heal everything, but they couldn’t create something out of nothing.

Wu Yong’s injuries were healed, but his cultivation and the opportunity to re-cultivate in the future were completely extinguished.

“There must be hope!”

Su Changqing’s gaze turned to the Heavenly Doctor’s inheritance that was about to be fully nurtured within his mind, muttering to himself,

“The true Heavenly Doctor’s Technique is about to be born.”

(End of Chapter)

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