I, the Invincible Genius, Only Want to Live a Low-Key Life - Chapter 12

Lin Feng continued to search for traces of the Bianhua Flower.

To him, nothing was more important than this.

As for saving Li Luoyi and the others from Qingyun Sect, it was nothing more than a casual act, soon forgotten.

The issue of the black-robed men made Lin Feng a little more alert, but he didn’t pay it much mind.

He couldn’t speak for what was happening outside.

But here, however many black-robed men came, he could kill them all.

At this moment, a battle had just ended in a remote corner of the Nine Nether Secret Realm.

Three black-robed men lay on the ground, already lifeless.

Standing before their corpses and inspecting them was a stunningly beautiful woman.

She was none other than Leng Hanshuang, master of the Ice Soul Sword and one of the Divine Sky Seven Swords.

Even before entering the Nine Nether Secret Realm, while blending in among the Rogue Cultivators, she had sensed the presence of many powerful individuals.

Now she was certain that those presences belonged to these black-robed men, who had only changed their disguises.

Although she didn’t know why they had entered, it definitely wasn’t for anything good.

She checked them over, but found nothing of value.

Leng Hanshuang frowned.

These black-robed men were clearly professionally trained, each one ruthless and unafraid of death.

If she had not possessed overwhelming strength-if their power had been closer-the outcome of today’s battle would have been hard to predict.

Finding no clues on their bodies, Leng Hanshuang was unwilling to give up. She directly removed the black-robed men’s clothes, revealing their upper bodies but leaving the trousers untouched.

Even if they were corpses, she did not want to sully her eyes.

She examined them carefully.

She found no clues on their arms, chest, or neck, so she turned one of the black-robed men over, face down, exposing his back.

What caught her eye was a large, bright red character for “kill,” occupying nearly the entire back.

This character was not written but carved in, fused with the flesh.

At a glance, Leng Hanshuang felt an intense murderous intent wash over her.

Clearly, the one who carved this “kill” character was no ordinary person.

Otherwise, such powerful killing intent would not be present.

Leng Hanshuang froze where she stood, pondering for a long time, until her gaze suddenly sharpened.

Could it be that they are…

At that possibility, Leng Hanshuang immediately grew worried.

Things were becoming more and more troublesome.

It seemed that searching for the Bianhua Flower would have to be set aside for now.

She had to kill as many of these black-robed men as possible, and at the same time, find her personal disciple Ye Qingxuan and the other disciples of the Divine Sky Sword Sect, to inform them of the gravity of the situation.

Otherwise, this trip to the Nine Nether Secret Realm would surely result in heavy losses for the Divine Sky Sword Sect.

Time passed, day by day.

In the blink of an eye, ten days had gone by.

Within the Nine Nether Secret Realm, battles occurred almost constantly, and people died.

Some fell to beasts, some were killed by the black-robed men, and others died fighting over treasures.

However, compared to the first two days, the number of deaths had decreased significantly.

The killings committed by the black-robed men in the Nine Nether Secret Realm had finally attracted the attention of the Divine Sky Sword Sect and the Qingyun Sect.

Those from both sects, who had originally come seeking treasures and fortune, began to gather in large numbers using the secret signals left by their respective sects.

After all, no matter how important opportunities or treasures were, they could not compare to one’s life.

Both the Divine Sky Sword Sect and the Qingyun Sect assembled several groups, with as few as a handful, a dozen or so in some, and as many as fifty or sixty people in the largest.

As time went on, the number of people gathering together only increased.

Ye Qingxuan was in the largest of these groups.

Aside from her, there was also another personal disciple of the Divine Sky Sword Sect, Yang Fan.

As the personal disciple of Leng Hanshuang-who is one of the Divine Sky Seven Swords-Ye Qingxuan possessed outstanding talent, strength, and status within the Divine Sky Sword Sect.

If nothing unexpected happened, she would become one of the next Divine Sky Seven Swords.

At such a time, with none of the sect’s core elders present, the personal disciples held absolute authority.
Thus, she naturally became the backbone of the team. Even Yang Fan, another true disciple, had to defer to her to some extent.

At this moment, the team led by Ye Qingxuan and Yang Fan was resting. Not long ago, they had encountered a squad of six black-robed men.

After a grueling battle, they finally managed to kill their opponents.

Yet even after slaying the enemy, their own sect had lost eight people.

Ye Qingxuan found this hard to accept.

Fifty or sixty people facing six, a tenfold difference in numbers, and yet they had to pay the price of eight deaths and more than a dozen wounded to achieve victory. It was hardly something to celebrate.

The black-robed men’s fighting style was far too bizarre, completely disregarding their own lives. Ye Qingxuan felt as if she were fighting a group of corpses that knew neither pain nor emotion.

That kind of fighting style-where one kills a thousand enemies but loses eight hundred of their own-was truly a headache for Ye Qingxuan.

“Everyone, share your thoughts on these black-robed men who appeared so suddenly.”

The members of the Divine Sky Sword Sect remained silent one by one.

The recent battle had left them deeply shocked.

Among those of the same realm, sword cultivators had the strongest offensive power, but their defense was relatively weaker. Facing the fearless black-robed men, they felt at a loss.

Sword cultivators were, after all, human. The opponents, however, seemed to be corpses that felt no pain and feared no death.

“Senior Sister Qingxuan! These black-robed men are clearly not ordinary people. Ruthless and vicious, they fight by trading injuries, and even at the moment of death, they try to drag someone down with them. No ordinary force could train such people. I feel their purpose in entering the Nine Nether Secret Realm is far from simple,” Yang Fan said, his expression still lingering with fear.

His strength was clearly superior to the black-robed men, yet he could never finish them off, precisely because their fighting style completely ignored their own safety, leaving Yang Fan unable to adapt.

Normally, in battle, the weaker side would always try to escape-preserving oneself for future revenge after growing stronger.

But these black-robed men were different. Their only thought was to make their opponents pay as much as possible before dying. Sword cultivators, with their weaker defenses, feared such foes the most.

Today, the Divine Sky Sword Sect had the advantage in numbers, yet it still took more than a dozen deaths to wipe out the enemy.

“Senior Brother Yang Fan is right. These black-robed men probably aren’t here in the Nine Nether Secret Realm seeking treasures or opportunities. Before we joined up with the senior brothers and sisters, we saw many corpses-some from our Divine Sky Sword Sect, some from other factions and Rogue Cultivators-all killed by humans. At first, we thought it was over treasure disputes, but now it seems highly likely it was the work of the black-robed men,” an Inner Disciple added.

“We saw many similar cases along the way!”

“So did we!”

“Me too!”

Other Inner Disciples and Stewards echoed in agreement.

“These people don’t seize treasures or compete for opportunities, only focus on killing. What is their purpose?” Ye Qingxuan asked in confusion.

No one could answer this question.

The appearance of the black-robed men had cast a shadow over everyone’s hearts.

Originally, they had hoped to enter the Nine Nether Secret Realm to seek their own fortunes. Now, they could only stick with the main group.

“No matter what their purpose is, we must change our plans. No one can act alone anymore; we must stay together if we want to make it out alive. You’ve all seen the fighting power of these black-robed men. If we’d only had a third of our people here today, who would live or die would be anyone’s guess!”

Ye Qingxuan made the final decision, establishing the survival plan for the Divine Sky Sword Sect disciples in the Nine Nether Secret Realm.

She had originally intended to split into groups to search for treasures, opportunities, and the Bianhua Flower. Now, for the sake of safety, they could only act as a collective.