Infinite Fire Record

Chapter 36: Massive Killing

With a wave of his right hand, the branch he held shot forward with sharp momentum. As it left his grasp, it transformed into a deadly arrow, piercing Sun Buer’s brow.

Flying at night, plucking flowers—each had become a supreme weapon.

At that moment, Sun Buer muttered his final words. “Brother Yu, I come to accompany you…”

The words faded, and with them, his life.

Yutian extended his right hand, and in an instant, a sword rested in his grasp.

It was Sun Buer’s weapon.

A faint smile curved Yutian’s lips. “A fine blade. This sword can rival my grandfather’s jade flute. A rare treasure indeed. From now on, you shall be called ‘Blood-Drinking Sword’—a blade steeped in blood, a true weapon of slaughter. A sword to kill men, to kill life, to kill all things.”

As his words settled, the long sword in his hands ignited with a crimson glow.

Yutian stepped forward, his footwork tracing the Eight Trigrams as he strode toward the crowd before him.

Hundreds of warriors stood in his path, yet in his eyes, they were already corpses.

Ma Yu had fallen. Hao Datong had perished. Sun Buer, Wang Chuyi, Tan Chuiduan—all dead. Only Liu Dixuan and Qiu Shiqi remained.

Liu Dixuan’s eyes gleamed with murderous intent as he let out a long whistle. “All disciples of Quanzhen, form the Big Dipper Array!”

At his command, the loyal disciples unsheathed their standardized longswords, moving into position to form the formation.

The Big Dipper Array was Quanzhen Sect’s ultimate technique, second only to the ethereal Heavenly Kung Fu. The Seven Masters of Quanzhen had once used this very formation to stall even Eastern Heretic Huang Yaoshi, leaving him helpless before its strength.

Ouyang Feng himself had resorted to treachery, ambushing Tan Chuiduan to disrupt the array’s cohesion.

It was Wang Chongyang’s prized legacy, his masterpiece of strategic combat.

Now, it had evolved into an even grander formation, as hundreds of disciples synchronized their movements.

A cold smirk played at Yutian’s lips as the Blood-Drinking Sword pulsed in his hand.

His eyes glowed with an icy light. “Not bad. However, in the end, raw power triumphs over all. Moreover, before me, this formation holds no secrets.”

With that, he ascended into the air, his sword sweeping outward.

Endless sword light cascaded like peach blossoms drifting in the wind.

The Falling Divine Sword Palm was more than just a palm technique—it was also a sword technique. And in Yutian’s hands, it surpassed even its original form. Wielding his sword, he transformed the technique into something far deadlier.

The Blood-Drinking Sword slashed through the air, unleashing a storm of sword light, brimming with an overwhelming aura of death—

Boom!

Boom!

The Dragon Elephant Bo Ruo Gong had vastly augmented Yutian’s strength. As he swung the Blood-Drinking Sword, his sword qi surged with unstoppable force, razor-sharp and all-consuming.

Blood sprayed into the air like a crimson mist, drifting like a macabre haze.

Severed limbs and broken bodies littered the battlefield like withered autumn leaves.

Blood pooled into rivers, soaking into the soil and staining it a deep red.

Years later, those who dug into this ground would unearth red gemstones, gleaming with an eerie, bloodstained luster. To them, they were treasures. Unbeknownst to them, they were nothing more than blood crystallized by time.

Yutian descended gracefully, perching atop a willow tree.

His cold gaze swept over the battlefield.

Liu Dixuan stared back, his eyes brimming with hatred, sorrow, and bitter acceptance. He turned his gaze to his bloodstained hands, the crimson soil clinging to his fingers.

A long sigh escaped him, heavy with resignation. “Kill me.”

Yutian’s lips curled into a teasing smirk at those words.

Instead, he swept Little Dragon Girl into his arms. His smile was laced with cold amusement. “Dragon child, let’s return. This place is theirs now. With so many corpses, cleaning up would be a hassle.”

With a light step, he soared into the void, making his way back toward the ancient tomb.

Before vanishing, he cast one last glance at Liu Dixuan, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. “I will not kill you. Someone else will see to the dead. Your Quanzhen Sect, self-proclaimed guardians of righteousness… yet even within ‘righteousness,’ filth festers. Investigate it if you will. I kill only for my interest. But if you hurl yourselves into my path, you have only yourselves to blame.”

His words faded into the wind as he disappeared beyond the bamboo house. With a flick of his hand, a veil of mist rose, shrouding the area in drifting petals, erasing the bloodshed from view.

Among the pools of blood, Liu Dixuan stood motionless, his gaze hollow.

Liu Chuxuan, his entire form dyed in crimson, lifted a lone survivor.

Zhao Zhijing.

By sheer misfortune—or fortune—he had survived.

Twice, he had been wounded. Twice, he had been spared.

A righteous man meets an early grave. A scourge lingers for a thousand years.

But to Yutian, Zhao Zhijing was beneath notice, not even worthy of a glance.

Yutian, still holding Little Dragon Girl, continued his way forward.

Because of her practice of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, the once-cold and detached Little Dragon Girl had long shed her emotional distance.

Especially through dual cultivation, the Sutra’s effectiveness had surged, purging its previous side effects.

Now, a healthy flush colored her cheeks.

She gazed at Yutian, her former aloofness melting into deep affection. The time spent together, the Song Dynasty’s customs, and the heart-altering power of the Sutra had all shaped her present self.

A hint of hesitation flickered in her eyes. “Yutian… are we leaving this place?”

Yutian frowned slightly, puzzled. “Why do you ask, Dragon child?”

She shook her head, her voice soft. “I can feel it. Your heart… it is no longer at peace.”

She leaned against him, listening intently to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

A long sigh escaped Yutian as his gaze swept the surroundings. “This place… it was once a paradise. But all things must change. Staying here serves no purpose anymore. It is time we leave. I have other things to seek… ancient texts still hidden away.”