Chapter 128: Who Gave Him the Audacity?

Qin Xuanxi formed an instantaneous movement technique above Mount Leyu, and in the next breath, she appeared over the eastern market of Yan City. Her gaze swiftly swept across the ground, immediately spotting the figure of her young husband, Song Ye, among the throng of ants below.

Unconsciously, the corner of her mouth lifted slightly.

“That blue enamel belt at my husband’s waist actually suits his official uniform quite well!”

Qin Xuanxi herself didn’t understand why she found herself paying attention to such trivial details about Song Ye’s attire. Suddenly, her brow furrowed.

“Could it be that another woman picked out this belt for him?”

But now was not the time for such thoughts. She immediately focused her mind and looked toward the execution platform.

At the center of the platform stood a bronze coffin. She could sense that her second disciple, He Yixin, was locked inside it. Her third disciple, Lu Xian, was also on the platform, seemingly gravely injured, her breath faint. Beneath her lay a thunder-elemental magic formation.

Why was Lu Xian here? Her eldest disciple, Qi Xinyue, had never informed her of this.

At this moment, the surrounding immortals from the sects also noticed Qin Xuanxi’s sudden appearance. Though they had been informed beforehand that this Xuan Yuan Demon Lord was a “fake,” for some reason, even the “fake” Demon Lord still weighed heavily on their spirits.

The scattered cultivators watching nearby, unable to distinguish truth from falsehood, mostly knelt down obediently before Qin Xuanxi.

Song Ye felt inexplicably that this Qin Xuanxi appearing today was somewhat different from the one yesterday. Yet he could not quite pinpoint how she was different.

Instinctively, he activated his detection tools and probed her.

[Qin Xuanxi: Primordial Supreme Reincarnation Realm]

Song Ye’s heart skipped a beat.

Ah, my little wife, you have finally shown yourself.

This was a sure thing now—the reward of the Thunder Soul Stone would definitely be his.

However, it seemed Qin Xuanxi’s cultivation realm had shifted.

Primordial Supreme Reincarnation Realm? By common knowledge, the grandeur of a realm was directly proportional to the length of its name.

Suddenly, he recalled the “Encyclopedia of Cultivation” within the game system mentioned that above the nine great realms of cultivation existed a set of “Three Peak Realms.”

This Primordial Supreme Reincarnation Realm was the first of those peak realms.

After a few moments of standoff between Qin Xuanxi and the surrounding immortals at the execution platform, a cultivator named Ye Quan from the Changba Sect suddenly leapt into midair, condensing a single-moon thunder halberd in his hand. With a shout, he brought it down upon Qin Xuanxi.

“Wicked woman, give me your life!”

The surrounding immortals inwardly cried out in alarm.

This was bad—Ye Quan was about to steal their chance at striking the Demon Lord!

Although, after the guidance from the bronze-masked man yesterday, they all knew this Xuan Yuan Demon Lord was a fake. Even if Ye Quan killed this impostor, it was merely slaying a counterfeit, hardly a great feat.

Yet, as stories spread, they inevitably became embellished, drifting further from the truth.

Eventually, the tale might morph into: “Ye Quan, immortal cultivator of the Changba Sect, concealed his true power for years, but when his fellow sect members faced death at the hands of the Demon Lord, he was forced to unleash his true might, descending like an emperor immortal, and once more crushed the resurrected Demon Lord.”

Some unreliable historian might even record this in the annals of cultivation history.

Although this sounded absurd, since even the images in the Records Officer’s divination device could be fabricated, who could guarantee every word in cultivation history was genuine?

At that moment, Qin Xuanxi was momentarily stunned.

What was going on? Now even a mere sect cultivator dared make a move against her true self?

Who gave him such audacity?

Suddenly, a strange golden light flashed within Qin Xuanxi’s pupils. Ye Quan, suspended midair, abruptly fell to the ground. The instant he landed, his body disintegrated, severed from his head.

His eyes were wide open, as if in his final moment he could not comprehend: “Am I that weak? To die at the hands of a fake with lower cultivation?”

Witnessing this, all the immortal sect cultivators present shuddered inwardly.

None could discern how Qin Xuanxi had struck; there was no trace of any formation hand signs, no visible flow of true qi.

They began to suspect whether this female demon lord was truly a fake after all.

Many immortals silently felt relieved that Ye Quan had acted first.

At this moment, among the six Immortal Lords, the most burly and hot-tempered “Immortal Lord of Eternal Sea,” Xiao Yongchuan, roared furiously.

“Wicked woman! You dare kill my Changba Sect cultivator before me? Then I shall take your disciple’s life as recompense!”

As he spoke, an icy blade materialized in his hand, thrusting toward Lu Xian lying on the ground.

But in an instant, a golden light flashed again in Qin Xuanxi’s pupils. Xiao Yongchuan’s half body was instantly sliced away; the remainder was gradually scattered by the wind, turning to dust in midair.

The technique Qin Xuanxi used to kill Ye Quan and Xiao Yongchuan was her “Demonic Body Pupil Blade”—no hand seals or outward flow of true qi required. Using the eye power of her Primordial Reincarnation Demonic Body, she instantly formed a pupil blade at the target, capable of cutting through all things.

After the fall of the Immortal Lord of Eternal Sea, the remaining five Immortal Lords and the gathered immortals were struck with horror.

In the blink of an eye, an Immortal Lord was reduced to dust—only cultivation at the Emperor level could achieve that.

Thinking this over, they realized they had been deceived by the bronze-masked man yesterday.

Seeing the situation turn dire, Lü Yixian quickly spoke.

“Xuan Yuan Demon Lord, your esteemed presence here today is only to save your disciples. We can release your two disciples right now and avoid further conflict. What say you?”

“Nixuan Immortal Lord,” known for never compromising with the female demon lord, was at a loss for words after witnessing her terrifying power.

Qin Xuanxi’s expression was icy and calm as she softly asked, “I ask you, who built that giant flute immortal statue outside the North City Gate?”

It seemed this matter of the flute immortal statue held higher priority than the lives of her two disciples.

Lü Yixian guessed as much and replied promptly.

“That flute immortal statue was erected through donations from various sects. However, our Sect of Immortal Edicts is located far in the Cloud Nation and did not contribute a cent.”

“We of the Divine Moon Palace also did not give any funds,” an immortal from Divine Moon Palace hurried to add.

“Our Changba Sect did donate, but the amount was actually quite small...” An honest man trembled as he spoke, causing his fellow Changba disciples to glare at him, wishing to tear him apart on the spot.

Qin Xuanxi’s lips curled slightly, as if amused.

Then everyone saw, far to the north, Qin Xuanxi’s grand demon aura emerged from the clouds. A massive, thunderous demonic punch slammed down from the heavens, shattering the towering flute immortal statue entirely into pieces.

“Next, it’s time to settle the score for your attempt to kill my disciples. This reckoning is simple—you will all pay with your lives.”