Chapter 63: Taking Your Worthless Life

Yu Qi no longer wished to dwell on these past events. He changed the subject and asked, "Senior, this manor belongs to you, but why is it somewhat strange?"

"Strange?" Wei Qinghong was stunned for a moment before speaking with helpless resignation, "You need not ask about this. Go. Return only when you have gained sufficient strength, and by then, the secrets of this manor will be revealed to you. Remember, do not speak of this place to anyone!"

"This junior understands. However, Senior, could you wait until I have refined the energy within my body before I leave?" Yu Qi asked.

He still had a thousand wisps of the Heavenly Casting Clan's malevolent Qi that had yet to be refined by the Treading Swallow Clan's technique. If he went back out and encountered Wu Weihe again, he would certainly be no match for him without having fully refined this malevolent Qi.

"Very well. But you must finish refining it before nightfall, or I will forcefully expel you." After dropping these words, Wei Qinghong fell completely silent.

Yu Qi said no more, immediately sitting cross-legged and circulating the Treading Swallow Clan's technique, gradually condensing the ordinary malevolent Qi.

Perhaps because the Demonic Seed had already grown to several inches in length, his speed in condensing ordinary malevolent Qi was much faster than before.

As dusk approached, Yu Qi finally opened his eyes. "Senior, I am done."

With those words, Yu Qi felt that formless power manifest once more. This time, instead of sealing him off, it gently lifted him up and carried him outside the manor, disappearing without a trace only after he landed firmly on the ground beyond the gates.

Though intensely curious, he understood from Wei Qinghong's words that without sufficient strength, it would be impossible for him to unlock the secrets of this manor.

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Outside the manor, a group of people was stationed there—none other than the members of the Vulture Sect who had previously hunted Yu Qi all the way to this place.

"Boss, you said the kid has been inside that manor for seven days now; he must have died in there long ago!" At this moment, a subordinate inquired of their leader.

During this period, they had been stationed here the entire time, a duty that was both exhausting and extremely tedious. Had they not been constrained by Wu Weihe's formidable strength, they would likely have fled long ago.

The leader shook his head, his expression somewhat impatient. "Elder Wu hasn't given the order, so what can we do? But he did say that upon our return, he will grant us some rewards. When that time comes, I'll take you all to the Yuchun Pavilion to have some fun."

Hearing the word "reward," the rest of them felt a modicum of comfort. At the thought of the graceful and enchanting maidens within the Yuchun Pavilion, they all instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Just then, one of them suddenly noticed a figure land on the ground outside the manor's walls and hurriedly cried out, "Boss, look!"

The others looked in the direction he pointed and saw a single figure standing there—it was precisely the Yu Qi they had been waiting for so bitterly.

Upon seeing him, the leader promptly instructed one of his men, "Go quickly and report to Elder Wu!"

He then led the rest of the group to block the path a short distance ahead of Yu Qi.

The moment Yu Qi landed, he sensed numerous gazes fixed upon him. Looking up, he saw that they were members of the Vulture Sect, and a cold smile played on his lips. "I didn't expect you all to still be here. This is just in time to settle things once and for all."

With a stomp of his foot, Yu Qi's figure surged forward, and at the same time, wisps of malevolent Qi drifting through the surroundings poured into his body.

An even more tremendous surge of power instantly rose within him, boosting his speed significantly. In the next moment, he had already arrived before them.

The Demonic Seed in his hand resembled the venomous fangs of a serpent, sweeping rapidly through his grip. When he came to a halt, a thin red line had appeared across the necks of those men.

Under their expressions of disbelief, fresh blood bubbled forth from the wounds, and they toppled to the ground in unison.

However, because the Demonic Seed had already grown to a certain degree, its requirements for absorption had grown increasingly stringent.

The strength of these men was far too trivial. Although the Demonic Seed absorbed their internal energy, it underwent no noticeable change whatsoever.

"Little thief, forfeit your life!" A furious roar echoed as Wu Weihe's figure materialized above Yu Qi, descending fiercely with a heavy hammer crashing down toward him.

"Do you really take me for a coward?" Yu Qi glanced sideways, thrusting his sword forward to meet the attack.

Seeing Yu Qi retaliate, Wu Weihe sneered inwardly. Although he was curious as to how Yu Qi had managed to emerge from the Nameless Manor, in his eyes, Yu Qi was no different than when he had first entered.

With this single blow of his hammer, he would surely beat back his opponent, and by following up with a martial technique, he could eliminate him in one fell swoop.

Yet, Wu Weihe was destined to be disappointed this time.

Compared to the massive head of the hammer, the fractured Demonic Seed appeared somewhat inferior in sheer momentum.

The two collided with a deafening crash, the forces contained within them instantly clashing. A fierce shockwave erupted from the point of impact, blowing back the other subordinates who had intended to sneak up on Yu Qi.

Yet Yu Qi, whom everyone expected to be sent flying, remained firmly rooted in the spot, save for the soles of his boots sinking a few centimeters into the earth.

In contrast, Wu Weihe was blown backward by the surging shockwave, retreating several steps before finally steadying his stance.

Wu Weihe was shaken, unable to believe how the person he had relentlessly hunted down just days ago now possessed such immense power.

The subordinates witnessed this scene with mounting bewilderment and doubt. Some, fearing they were hallucinating, rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

Anger flared within Wu Weihe. Being driven back in front of so many subordinates by someone he had thought he could casually manipulate caused him to lose a great deal of face.

"It seems I underestimated you. I only used eighty percent of my strength just now; you won't be so fortunate this time!" Wu Weihe muttered darkly. An oppressive aura abruptly erupted from his body, flattening the grass beneath his feet and snapping his robes violently in the wind, projecting an overwhelming momentum.

As his opponent spoke, Yu Qi had already shot forward like a cannonball. "What does it matter if you use a hundred percent? Today, I am still taking your dog's life."

Yu Qi possessed absolute confidence; the addition of over a hundred wisps of malevolent Qi refined by the Treading Swallow Clan provided him with a truly formidable boost in power.

Just moments ago, merely to test his strength, he had only used sixty percent of his power.

Now, intent on ending the fight swiftly, he unleashed eighty percent directly.

The Demonic Seed transformed into a blood-red sword shadow, piercing nimbly toward Wu Weihe.

Because Yu Qi employed the "Light" aspect of his technique, his speed was blindingly fast. A flurry of sword images rained down upon the defending hammer, striking it with a rapid succession of metallic clangs that pierced everyone's eardrums.

Those with weaker cultivation could not withstand the noise and hurriedly retreated far from the battlefield.

Wu Weihe had already tasted this move of Yu Qi's. He believed that as long as he could successfully parry it, death would inevitably await Yu Qi.

Yet this time, the martial technique he thought he could completely block had grown vastly more powerful, and the force transmitted through it was far greater than before.

Every single collision drove him a step backward, and on several occasions, the edge almost grazed his flesh. Only through timely reflexes did he manage to escape with merely torn robes.

Clang!

The Demonic Seed struck the face of the hammer once more, sending a tremendous wave of force rippling outward that forced Wu Weihe to stagger back several more steps. The webbing between his thumb and forefinger split open, and fresh blood dripped down the shaft of the hammer to the ground below.