Translator: CinderTL
Although the Feng Clan Patriarch's sword technique appeared formidable, it lacked any particularly dangerous aura.
The handsome youth battling the patriarch noticed this immediately and roared, "He's trying to escape!"
Princess Zheyun realized the danger and urgently commanded, "Don't let him get away!"
Xu Sanyan wasted no time, darting into the fray. With everyone's attention focused on the Feng Clan Patriarch, no one noticed his arrival.
He began scavenging corpses, indiscriminately looting both Feng Clan and Qian Kingdom soldiers.
One man, not quite dead, opened his eyes and stared at Xu Sanyan in confusion as Xu Sanyan reached into his chest.
Xu Sanyan pressed down hard, crushing the man's sternum with a sickening crack. He then casually retrieved the storage pouch.
Swish!
A flash of sword light streaked toward him. Xu Sanyan dodged effortlessly, revealing a fair-faced young woman glaring at him with venomous hatred.
"Vile fiend, die!" she shrieked, her sword slashing wildly, abandoning all defense in a suicidal assault.
Xu Sanyan clicked his tongue in exasperation. He was now caught between two enemies: the Feng Clan, who saw him as a traitor, and the Qian Kingdom, who mistook him for a Feng Clan member. Both wanted him dead.
The young woman's cultivation level barely reached the Celestial Being Realm, making her seem like a child to Xu Sanyan, whom he could have killed with a casual gesture.
As her longsword flashed before him, Xu Sanyan deftly sidestepped the strike, seizing her wrist and twisting it gently.
Crack!
A sharp snap echoed as her wrist bone shattered, the sword falling from her grasp. Before she could scream, Xu Sanyan had pulled her into his arms, feeling the soft warmth against his chest. His gaze instinctively swept downward.
Then, with one hand gripping the back of her head and the other clamping her jaw, he twisted with brutal force. The young woman's head rotated a full 180 degrees, her life extinguished instantly.
Xu Sanyan reached into her robes and rummaged for a moment, withdrawing a pink storage pouch adorned with girlish charms. He didn't have time to examine it closely. After picking up the fallen sword, he resumed clearing the battlefield.
He spared no corpse on the ground, looting every magic artifact he could find. He had never been so meticulous in his life.
Meanwhile, the Feng Clan Patriarch hovered in the air, his beard and hair whipping in the wind. Helplessly watching his clansmen being slaughtered, his heart churned with grief and rage.
He knew the Feng Clan's calamity was inevitable. His only hope was to seize an opportunity to escape and preserve the clan's bloodline.
As long as he lived, the Feng Clan would not be extinguished!
"Quick, stop him!"
Princess Zheyun's crisp voice carried a note of urgency. Only by killing the patriarch could the Feng Clan be utterly annihilated. If he escaped, their efforts would have been in vain.
The handsome youth's eyes sharpened as he swung his longsword, unleashing a blade of light that slashed toward the rainbow light.
Within the rainbow light, the Feng Clan Patriarch retaliated with a palm strike, his surging spiritual power obliterating the sword's energy. Gritting his teeth, he spat out a venomous threat: "Hmph! I'll remember this humiliation! The Qian Kingdom will pay dearly for this one day!"
With that, the rainbow light shot toward the horizon, the Feng Clan Patriarch vanishing into the distance.
"Father, take me with you!"
"Ancestor, don't abandon us!"
The Feng Clan disciples panicked as they realized their patriarch had truly fled. They never imagined their ancestor could be so ruthless, abandoning his entire lineage, including his direct descendants.
"Chase him down! We can't let him escape!" Zheyun urged urgently.
But the handsome youth shook his head in refusal. "We mustn't pursue a desperate foe. Besides, Your Highness cannot be left unguarded."
In his eyes, nothing mattered more than the princess's safety.
"Hmph!"
Zheyun stomped her foot in frustration, but she couldn't argue further. She whirled around angrily, venting her fury on the remaining Feng Clan members.
By now, the Feng Clan had lost all will to resist and were fleeing in disarray.
Xu Sanyan had already slipped away, vanishing the moment the Feng Clan Patriarch made his escape.
This scent... it's truly intoxicating. Youth is such a blessing; even their very scent is so alluring.
What a pity... the person is gone, leaving only this garment behind.
The storage pouch contained more than just undergarments—there were also other clothes, including underwear, socks, and shoes.
After organizing everything, Xu Sanyan found over a thousand spirit stones, seventy-one low-grade magic artifacts (mostly swords and blades), and a dozen books on various mystical arts. He dismissed these as insignificant and casually stowed them away.
The remaining items were miscellaneous belongings like clothing and medicinal herbs, of little value.
"Sigh, so poor," Xu Sanyan muttered, shaking his head.
He knew this was the norm for ordinary cultivators, who were rarely wealthy. His own circumstances were the exception, after all, he was the holy son of the demonic sect, widely acknowledged as the foremost figure of the younger generation!
With his Soul Refining Realm cultivation level, Xu Sanyan held an overwhelming lead over his peers. Below him, cultivators like Fang Qingge and Jingyi were only at the Mid Stage of the Dao Seeking Realm.
His current cultivation level already rivaled that of some hall masters. Beyond them lay the Hall Masters of the Void Harmony Realm, such as the Mad Daoist, Venerable He Yu, and Hua Gu.
Above the Hall Masters stood the Sect Leaders of the Five Great Sects—powerhouses of the Sage Realm!
Fewer than ten such formidable experts existed in the entire Central Region.
After finishing organizing the storage pouch, Xu Sanyan resumed his journey.
The journey was uneventful until, ten days later, at dawn, he gazed upon the massive city built against the mountains and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
Thousand Autumns City. He had arrived.
The city wasn't particularly large, but it exuded an ancient and rustic charm. Sword marks etched into the city walls added to its imposing presence.
People occasionally entered or exited through the city gates, usually in pairs or small groups; solitary figures were rare.
According to Old Master Chang, Thousand Autumns City was divided into inner and outer sections. The inner city was the Wang Family's residential area, accessible only to family members and invited guests, while all others were confined to the outer city.
Fighting was strictly prohibited within Thousand Autumns City, with severe penalties for violators—a rule that perfectly suited Xu Sanyan's temperament. He had never enjoyed bloodshed, preferring to reason things out.
At that moment, three women emerged from the city gates. They were dressed identically in long, azure gowns that revealed their shapely legs, paired with short boots that accentuated their figures. Despite their matching attire, their appearances and demeanors were strikingly different: one was playful and charming, another aloof and haughty, and the third gentle and serene.
"Wang Family members?" Xu Sanyan murmured, noticing the floral crest embroidered on their chests, identical to the one on the city wall's plaque.
"Tsk... the Wang Family members are truly beautiful..." he mused, stroking his chin with a faint smile playing on his lips.
(End of the Chapter)
---
📖Read (HB) on Pa.treon@CinderTL - c364. [+2]
🔑Read upto Ch338, for FREE visit the pinned post on my pa. treon to learn how!🎉
💥Translated (6) Series, (4.6K+) Chapters, (6.7M+) Words.