Enlightenment: Beginning as a Disposable Warrior

Chapter 279 - 181: Plume Turns to Wings, Flying in the Sky!

Su Mu no longer concealed his murderous intent. With each step he took, the intensity in his eyes grew stronger.

Master Lin Ruoshui once said when teaching the Spiritual Infusion Art that every Treasure Artifact in the world carries a unique spirit, and the same applies to inscriptions.

The three master craftsmen have their unique inscription styles. Even if they inscribe the same pattern, it will vary from person to person. Just as Gao Feng drew his saber, Su Mu’s pupils instantly contracted. He noticed the inscription on the long saber unmistakably bore the signature of Master Zhao Ju.

Undoubtedly, Su Mu would not mistake the inscription on this saber. It must have been crafted by Master Zhao Ju and must have been forged recently.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Su Mu’s mind, fearing that something might have happened to the three master craftsmen.

Moments later, all those thoughts diminished to one—the thought of explosive rage.

Outside, Yao Qing and Yan Xiaolan were both stunned, their hearts overwhelmed with astonishment. Especially Yao Qing, though Yan Xiaolan wasn’t clear about Gao Feng’s strength, he was all too aware.

A dignified Sixth Grade Five Extremes Realm Martial Artist, holding an Eighth-Grade Treasure Artifact, one of the four Protectors of the Black Mountain Army, Gao Feng, was so helpless before a seemingly young man in his early twenties.

Gulp.

Yao Qing’s throat moved as he subconsciously swallowed. It hit him suddenly that what Su Mu said earlier wasn’t a joke. His words about who would die first weren’t boastful or playful; Su Mu indeed had the confidence to back them up.

With just one strike, he pinned Gao Feng dead in the snowstorm. If today’s event were to spread, it would shake the Three Counties.

"I, I say... please don’t kill me..."

Su Mu remained silent, taking another step forward.

Gao Feng’s body trembled violently, instinctively wanting to crawl backward, but his body was pinned down by the Red Flame Spear, making him see Su Mu as a humanoid demon beast surrounded by blazing flames.

"This saber was gifted to me by the Celestial King ten days ago."

"Go on."

Gao Feng found the person before him inexplicable, but facing life and death, he hurriedly revealed everything he knew, "This saber was forged by three old craftsmen in the Forging Workshop of Qingyun City..."

"Those three were kidnapped up the mountain by that Purple Shirt fellow. Yes, exactly by that Purple Shirt guy..."

Gao Feng seemed to find his lifeline. Although he didn’t understand why the person in front of him was so interested in his saber, his survival instinct led him to blame everything on Purple Shirt, with whom he bore enmity.

"Purple Shirt, huh?"

Su Mu approached, but this time the roles had reversed; Gao Feng was no longer ruling from above, but it was Su Mu!

"Are the three—still alive?"

"Alive, still alive and well. The Celestial King still needs them to forge Grade-Entering Weapons and Treasure Armor, so they’re being treated well with good food and drink."

Upon hearing this, most of the rage and madness in Su Mu’s eyes faded. As long as the three master craftsmen were alive, there was still a chance to reverse everything.

"Tell me, where are they now?"

"Spare my life, and I’ll tell you everything."

"What qualification do you have to bargain with me?"

Su Mu stomped fiercely on Gao Feng’s face, causing blood and flesh to blur; his facial bones shattered, splattering fresh blood, while his hand grasped the Red Flame Spear. The spearhead, designed to pierce armor and let blood flow, twisted, stirring muscle and internal organs with sounds that made one’s teeth ache.

Gao Feng’s face turned pale, his body convulsed, and he uttered inhuman wails.

"Sir, please, stop... I’ll speak, I’ll say it all!" Gao Feng hurriedly begged, breathing heavily, "Just over a hundred miles north of Qingyun City, in the depths of Black Forest Mountain, lies a Nameless Valley. Pass through the Strange Stone Forest, and you’ll see the mountain stronghold."

At this moment, Yan Xiaolan behind Su Mu looked utterly lost. It was her first time seeing Elder Lin act so brutally and bloodthirstily. Yet, somehow, watching Su Mu torment Gao Feng brought her a sudden sense of delight.

Then, abruptly, a burst of sound echoed on the field, quickly followed by several masses of thick black fog rising, obscuring the sun.

"Spare me, spare..."

Gao Feng’s plea was cut short, as Su Mu calmly withdrew his spear. After a few spasms, Gao Feng lay lifeless, completely collapsed on the ground.

With Gao Feng dealt with, Su Mu calmly gazed at the spreading black fog.

Within the black fog, a silhouette was desperately fleeing; on Yao Qing’s face was a hint of relief that he had fortunately carried some smoke bombs with him. Compared to swordsmanship, he prided himself most on his Lightweight Body Technique.

Moreover, the black fog he carried contained toxins, which paralyzed muscle and blocked the flow of internal Power.

Yao Qing had confidence that the interference of the black fog would ensure that even a master of the Five Extremes Realm couldn’t catch up with him. He just needed a chance, and upon returning, he would report to Sect Leader Gongsun, urging him to personally annihilate these Yan Family survivors!

"Just you wait, you’re doomed!"

"Did I say you could leave?"

"Yaaaaaa------"

A piercing sparrow cry suddenly split the black fog!

"Is that—?!"

Yan Xiaolan exclaimed; after ingesting the Fire Sparrow Blood, she occasionally dreamt of the Fire Sparrow. And now, this cry was identical to the resounding cry of the Fire Sparrow burning the heavens in her dreams.

Amidst the swirling black fog, a red streak soared into the sky, vaporizing the mist it passed like boiling water. When Yan Xiaolan could clearly see the true form of the streak, her pupils contracted sharply.

In her dreams, the Fire Sparrow soaring high seemed surreal, but now it felt like reality.

"Is that Elder Lin?!"

Focusing her gaze, the red beam turned out to be a human figure. Upon him, Su Mu’s arms displayed fire sparrow patterns; red feathers vividly came to life—their shadows gracefully expanded in the airflow, coagulating into a pair of translucent Fire Sparrow Wings.