Chapter 567: “Holy Son, Don’t Be So Impatient!”
Bai Feng let out a relieved sigh, as three Immortal Swords and the Heavenly Sword floated gracefully before him—all of them, including the Heavenly Sword of the Heavenly Sword Sect, were captured in mid-air. One of these swords was a borrowed gift from the Tai Chu Holy Land. Sure, he was missing a sword, but honestly, for dealing with a not-quite-fully-formed immortal, this lineup was more than enough.
He’d put a lot of effort into quietly arranging the Extermination Sword Array right under the noses of the Crow Immortal. Since entering the valley, the only two movements had been the Tai Chu Holy Master dragging him around to dodge enemy attacks and him painstakingly completing the sword formation—baking his brain to avoid leaked spiritual power that might attract the Crow Immortal’s attention.
Luckily, during this process, she didn’t notice the seemingly ordinary merging-stage cultivator hiding in the shadows. Plus, he was downright sneaky, ensuring the setup went smoothly before she even realized what was happening.
“Who would’ve thought someone would still set up the Extermination Sword Array in this era,” the Crow Immortal’s pitch-black eyes fixed on Bai Feng. “But your formation’s got some serious flaws—looks like as soon as I take you out, the array will grind to a halt?”
Before she even finished speaking, she was already charging forward faster than anyone could blink.
“Next life, maybe don’t jump out so recklessly, huh?”
Three Tribulation-stage cultivators tried to step in to block her—thinking they might turn the tides—yet she was just too fast. They couldn’t react in time. Some even looked away, unable to bear watching a genius fade away. Only Bai Yu Mo and her crew kept their expressions steady, clutching their swords or fists tighter, nerves tingling.
Wham!
In the next instant, a shimmering golden light materialized before Bai Feng, blocking what looked like an impossible strike. Behind him, a mysterious and stunning figure manifested, her presence commanding.
Even seasoned Tribulation-stage cultivators couldn’t help but exclaim:
“Is—could that be… Fairy Tian Yan?”
“Does that mean Fairy Tian Yan isn’t dead?”
“Two immortals in one day… No regrets in life!”
The Holy Master of Tian Yan also stared blankly at the figure seen only in paintings: “Is that really Fairy Tian Yan?”
She hastily rubbed her eyes, and after a brief surge of excitement, realized that this wasn’t the true Fairy Tian Yan, merely a fragment of her divine sense left behind. Still, that was enough to leave her in awe.
Suddenly, she noticed the copper coin hanging around Bai Feng’s neck—the very copper coin she had given him. It was now shining with a golden glow, clearly connected to the divine sense of Fairy Tian Yan.
‘Could this copper coin left by Fairy Tian Yan hide some secret I don’t know? Makes sense—she put her crafted copper coin in the Tian Yan Holy Land for a purpose, but I and the previous sect masters have been too useless to notice.’
Thinking this, the Tian Yan Holy Master prepared to return and carefully examine the remaining coins—perhaps there was a secret yet undiscovered by her, the former masters, or the sect maiden.
Bai Feng was blissfully unaware that his actions had caused any misunderstandings. Under the protection of Fairy Tian Yan’s divine sense, he manipulated the Extermination Sword Array to slaughter the Crow Immortal.
“Fairy Tian Yan? Wait, it’s just a divine sense?” The Crow Immortal was briefly stunned, but she quickly caught on that this was merely a leftover divine consciousness. She burst out laughing:
“You really think a shattered divine sense can stop me? Be gone!!”
Ignoring her, she unfolded a pair of razor-sharp black wings, slashing directly at Bai Feng and the divine sense behind him.
Bam!
Ding!
A terrifying force struck Bai Feng’s front—like divine-grade blades, the wings’ gusts lifted his hair, some strands sliced off by the sharp wind, yet he showed no fear. He kept controlling the Extermination Sword Array, tightening the fatal trap.
“How is this possible? It’s just a divine sense—why can it withstand my attack?”
The Crow Immortal had already been cut several times. Though she was merely a divine sense surviving in this form, the damage from the Sword Array felt just as real as cutting a flesh-and-bl**d person—minus the bl**d, but the gruesome wounds brought her immense pain.
Bai Feng slowly opened his mouth, a mocking smile curling on his lips:
“Maybe it’s because you’re too weak.”
The Crow Immortal’s expression twisted with rage. In the next moment, her feathers scattered from her wings in all directions, each one sharp as a dagger, stabbing toward Bai Feng from every angle.
Yet, still, it was ineffective. Fairy Tian Yan’s divine sense kept Bai Feng well-protected; not a single feather pierced her defenses.
In fact, her anger made her reckless, and she was pierced through by four of the swords, life hanging by a thread.
“This can’t be! How is this possible… Wait, could it be…”
The Crow Immortal seemed to have grasped something but was too exhausted to continue guessing. A long sword suddenly floated above her head, slicing her head clean off.
Bai Feng exhaled slowly, glancing down at the headless corpse—probably dead.
But his face remained tense, not the slightest relief. Just moments ago, he had deliberately focused on his system—confirming it hadn’t issued any notifications about absorbing the immortal’s divine sense.
Could this Crow Immortal be faking d*ath? Or was the system unable to absorb her divine sense?
What next? Should he chop the corpse into pieces?
Bai Feng didn’t dwell long. Considering she could survive outside the immortal realm even after being shut down, her life-preserving methods were surely extraordinary. He decided that burning the remaining body to ash with celestial fire was the safest bet.
At that moment, a sudden appearance of an elder from Dao Xuan Holy Land darted toward him:
“I’m here to help!”
Bai Feng paused briefly. His mind raced—does the Holy Land have a way to deal with immortals? But why was it just an ordinary elder?
“Bai Feng, retreat! That’s not a Dao Xuan Holy Land elder!”
Suddenly, the voice of the Holy Master of Dao Xuan echoed nearby. Before Bai Feng could respond, the elder from Dao Xuan suddenly opened his mouth, swallowing the Crow Immortal whole in one gulp.
Bai Feng reacted instantly, controlling the Extermination Sword Array to strike him down.
“Holy Son, don’t be so impatient!”
The devouring elder slowly turned, revealing a familiar face—Her Majesty the Hundred Faced Saintess, bearer of the Thousand Faces inheritance.
But Bai Feng remained silent. In the next instant, four long swords pierced through her body. Though the demon maiden had aided him before, he didn’t believe she’d help him again—especially after devouring the Crow Immortal’s corpse, which set off alarm bells in his mind.
The demon maiden showed no pain—in fact, her face still wore a smile:
“Exactly, that’s right. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. If you hadn’t attacked me, things might’ve been simpler. With my current cultivation, I can’t suppress the Crow Immortal’s ‘corpse’ for too long.”
“What do you mean?”
Bai Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. He also noticed that the demon maiden had reached merging stage—what the hell? Not just him—everyone from the white feather maiden to other prodigies only managed to break through with spiritual energy. Why could this demon maiden catch up so easily? Does she have some secret cheat? Is it bound to her cultivation level?
The demon maiden didn’t answer. Instead, she smiled and took a few steps forward:
“Oh, by the way, the main body asked me to tell you—next time, stab it straight in the heart.”
As soon as she finished speaking, her body heavy landed on the ground, life extinguished.
[Ping! Congratulations, host, for successfully eliminating the Crow Immortal’s divine sense. The system is absorbing it—please wait a few days.]
[Ping! Mission accomplished. You’ve earned three strands of immortal aura.]
