I, the Invincible Genius, Only Want to Live a Low-Key Life - Chapter 15

Nine Nether Secret Realm.

Leng Hanshuang’s face was cold and grim, wisps of icy chill spreading from her body, freezing the surrounding vegetation into ice.

At her feet lay more than a dozen corpses of Divine Sky Sword Sect disciples, freshly dead, three of whom were Inner Disciples.

Three days ago, Leng Hanshuang had come across some Qingyun Sect disciples’ corpses. After a careful examination, she confirmed they had died at the hands of the black-robed men.

After much deliberation, she decided to pursue and eliminate the danger at its root. After three days of pursuit, she was drawing ever closer, only to be greeted by so many corpses of Divine Sky Sword Sect disciples. This made Leng Hanshuang furious.

Those bastards dared to kill Divine Sky Sword Sect disciples right under her nose-truly courting death.

Although the mission in the Nine Nether Secret Realm this time was to search for the Bianhua Flower, as one of the Divine Sky Seven Swords and the Peak Master of Jade Maiden Peak, Leng Hanshuang could not stand by and watch her sect members be slaughtered.

The Bianhua Flower was important, but the lives of thousands of sect members were even more so. Besides, her personal disciple Ye Qingxuan was among them.

It was not easy for the Divine Sky Seven Swords to find a successor.

So far, the seven of them had only found four successors; the other three had yet to find suitable candidates.

Only by eliminating the majority of the black-robed men could Leng Hanshuang feel at ease searching for the Bianhua Flower.

The deaths of more than a dozen Divine Sky Sword Sect disciples only strengthened her resolve to wipe out the black-robed men. Even if she couldn’t kill them all, she would make them tremble in fear, never daring to show themselves again.

After a moment, Leng Hanshuang took a few deep breaths, calming herself down, and prepared to continue tracking the traces left by the black-robed men, determined to resolve this threat as soon as possible.

But as she turned her head,

An object in the dense forest caught her attention.

It was a blood-stained white belt.

Leng Hanshuang, who had just calmed down, instantly grew tense.

Because only True Disciples were allowed to wear white belts.

Could it be that a True Disciple had escaped and was being hunted?

Who could it be?

Could it be Qingxuan?

Leng Hanshuang thought anxiously.

Ye Qingxuan was different from the other True Disciples-not only was she Leng Hanshuang’s carefully nurtured disciple, but also the inheritor of the Ice Soul Sword. If something happened to her, who knew how long it would take to find another suitable candidate.

Even if it wasn’t Ye Qingxuan,

The death of any True Disciple would be a significant loss for the Divine Sky Sword Sect.

Every True Disciple was a pillar of the sect’s future.

Without time to think further, Leng Hanshuang quickly gave chase, finding more fresh bloodstains along the way, which only confirmed her suspicions and made her move even faster.

Two hours later,

Leng Hanshuang arrived at a valley. Without hesitation, she entered directly, unafraid of any ambush within.

Perhaps in her eyes,

Her strength was enough to handle any unexpected situation.

Any scheme or plot was futile before absolute power.

If she were outside, Leng Hanshuang wouldn’t be so reckless-after all, there was no age restriction, and many old monsters lurked in the shadows of Li Province. But here in the Nine Nether Secret Realm, she had both confidence and the means.

The valley was vast.

After entering, she advanced for another ten minutes, spotting a figure lying motionless on the ground, uncertain if alive or dead.

He wore the blue robe of a Divine Sky Sword Sect disciple.

It was a man.

Leng Hanshuang felt a hint of relief.

It wasn’t Ye Qingxuan-misfortune within fortune.

She stepped forward, squatted down, and turned the person over.

Zhu Jie!

A True Disciple of Pingyang Peak.

She reached out to check Zhu Jie’s breathing-there was still a faint trace of life.

Just as Leng Hanshuang was about to examine Zhu Jie’s injuries, all sounds around her suddenly vanished.

At the same time,

Several black-robed men attacked from all directions, moving so fast that they reached Leng Hanshuang in the blink of an eye.

Yet just as they thought they had succeeded,

A bone-chilling cold erupted from Leng Hanshuang’s body.

Any black-robed man who came into contact with the chill was instantly frozen, unable to advance even a step.

In just an instant,

The black-robed men near Leng Hanshuang were turned into human-shaped ice sculptures.

“A bunch of petty thieves dare lay hands on members of my Divine Sky Sword Sect-truly seeking death!” Leng Hanshuang sneered coldly.

“As expected of the Ice Soul Sword’s master-truly formidable. Unfortunately, you won’t leave this valley alive today. First the Haoran Sword falls, now another sword will break. Soon, the Divine Sky Seven Swords will become the Divine Sky Five Swords.”

A group of black-robed men emerged from the dense forest.

The speaker was the one at the very front.

The others followed a step behind him, clearly marking his status as the highest among the black-robed men.
“Keep me here? Just the likes of you?” Leng Hanshuang was completely unfazed.

She truly did not believe anyone could keep her trapped within the Nine Nether Secret Realm.

This was not arrogance, but confidence.

“Leng Hanshuang, to deal with you, we have gone to great lengths and made ample preparations. Today, you will never return.”

“Is that so? Then let’s see you try! If you fail to keep me here, once the Nine Nether Secret Realm opens again, all of Li Province will know that your Seven Kill Sect has once again cultivated the forbidden God-Slaying Art. At that time, the Seven Kill Sect will become the public enemy of Li Province just like a thousand years ago. I wonder how you will explain yourselves to all the powers of Li Province then.” Leng Hanshuang said calmly.

She had already guessed the identity of the black-robed men.

A thousand years ago, the Seven Kill Sect had trained an extremely terrifying force, constantly waging war and growing stronger with each battle, almost pushing the sect to the position of overlord of Li Province.

However, as the force grew stronger, it gradually slipped out of the sect’s control, no longer obeying orders, and wherever they went, all living things were wiped out, leaving no survivors.

This was because they had all cultivated a forbidden art called the God-Slaying Art. In the end, they would become emotionless machines that knew only slaughter.

The situation escalated, and all the powers of Li Province united to oppose this force. After destroying them, they collectively went to the Seven Kill Sect to demand an explanation.

Seeing the overwhelming might of the various powers and knowing they were in the wrong, the Seven Kill Sect realized that if they did not handle the situation properly, they would become history. In the end, they had no choice but to offer up the sect’s accumulated treasures of ten thousand years to appease everyone’s anger, and promised never to cultivate the God-Slaying Art again. Only then did they survive.

Since then, the Seven Kill Sect was gravely weakened and never fully recovered.

Unexpectedly, a thousand years later, they had secretly begun cultivating the God-Slaying Art once more.

“So, we couldn’t hide it after all! But Leng Hanshuang, you won’t have the chance to leave.”

“I’m curious! Aren’t you afraid of being controlled by slaughter, becoming emotionless machines? Wouldn’t living like that be worse than death?” Leng Hanshuang asked with interest.

“That’s none of your concern! After a thousand years of research, my Seven Kill Sect has already improved the God-Slaying Art. There are no more side effects. For now, you’d better think about how to escape my inescapable net! As long as you die here, no one will know our identities for the time being. As for the future? Once my Seven Kill Sect unifies Li Province, who would dare defy us?” The black-robed man said arrogantly.

Leng Hanshuang did not reply.

At some point, a long sword, entirely silver-white and exuding a chilling aura, had appeared in her hand, causing the surrounding temperature to drop noticeably.

The Ice Soul Sword!!!

One of the Divine Sky Seven Swords.

Forged from the heart of ten-thousand-year-old undying ice, it must be wielded with Extreme Cold True Qi to unleash its full power. Ordinary people cannot use it; those lacking sufficient strength will be instantly frozen into ice sculptures upon contact.

Leng Hanshuang’s Extreme Cold True Qi had already reached a very high level, and combined with the Ice Soul Sword, its power was immense.

The battle was about to erupt.

“Leng Hanshuang! Let me see what makes the Ice Soul Sword, one of the Divine Sky Seven Swords, so extraordinary.”

“As you wish!!!”

“Boom!!!”

A surge of white and a surge of red clashed in the valley.

The fierce battle began.

The white was Leng Hanshuang’s Extreme Cold True Qi, while the red was the slaughter aura unleashed collectively by the black-robed men.

The two forces were evenly matched.

“Hahaha… Leng Hanshuang, the Ice Soul Sword is nothing special after all! If this is all you can do, then stay here today! Formation, rise!!!”

The black-robed man laughed loudly.

Several beams of red light shot up from the valley.

To deal with Leng Hanshuang, they dared not be careless and had prepared three layers of grand formations.

Each formation was meticulously arranged at great cost.

No one dared underestimate a sword cultivator of the Divine Sky Sword Sect, let alone one wielding one of the Divine Sky Seven Swords.

With the support of the formations, the slaughter aura gradually suppressed and devoured the Extreme Cold True Qi, until only the bloody slaughter aura filled the valley.

At that moment-

A point of white light appeared.

Then Leng Hanshuang’s voice rang out.

“One sword of frosty cold, freezing ten thousand miles!!!”

A white sword energy tore through the sky, ripping open a gap in the slaughter aura.

Leng Hanshuang dashed through the opening, swiftly escaping toward the outside of the valley, freezing everything in her path.

She was no fool. The enemy had come prepared, and with the support of the formations, she could not unleash her full strength. If she continued to fight, she might truly fall here.

“After her!!!”

Dozens of black shadows chased after Leng Hanshuang in the direction she fled.