Legend of Swordsman; Xiuhuan

The True Power of Xiuhuan

Seeing Feng Ming's shocked reaction upon hearing the healing Pill, Xiuhuan concluded that in the Dayan Continent this healing Pill was a rare item that was hard to find. He was also curious when in the city of Wuzhou— did not see a Pill seller store there.

“Why are you quiet Mr Ming? Do you not have a Healing Pill? Though it was the only way to save her.” Xiuhuan let out a long sigh, pretending to be sad looking at that Feng Ming Guard.

“Young master seems to have that Pill, because young master is from a big Clan.” Feng Ming lowered his face while cupping his fists. “I, Feng Ming will be greatly indebted if the young master is willing to give the precious Pill to my bodyguard,”.

Xiuhuan smiled, while Feng Ming muttered in his mind; if Xiuhuan gave the healing Pill, then he would keep it to himself. Since it was an extremely rare Pill—for what to save this dying bodyguard. After all, he had plenty of Crystals to hire other Cultivators to escort him.

“Sweetie, I only have one Pill. If I had two, I would give one to him. Mr. Ming must have known, that healing Pill was extremely rare and this was a gift given by my grandfather before he closed his eyes forever.” Xiuhuan took a deep breath and stared out the window of the horse monster carriage.

Yu Qingyi felt Xiuhuan was too stupid, why did she even tell him that she had a Healing Pill. He alone who was a child knew that it was an item that should be kept secret, while Xiuhuan who was 10,000 years old even seemed like he wanted to show off his treasures.

Hearing Xiuhuan's unwilling answer to give his Pill, Feng Ming winked at his other bodyguards to take action immediately. However, just as they were about to move .. suddenly they experienced the same symptoms as his partner whose heart was squeezed by Xiuhuan first.

“What happened? Why do they experience the same symptoms?” Feng Ming panicked, while the Level Two Demon God realm Cultivator who was the head of the personal bodyguard of Feng Ming— could still endure, he sat down cross-legged in exertion in protecting his heart.

“Oo, it seems like the Demon God Realm was able to withstand that attack of mine,” muttered Xiuhuan with a thin grin on his face.

After suppressing the spiritual attack from Xiuhuan, the Second level Demon God realm Cultivator directly attacked Xiuhuan with his dagger, so Xiuhuan instantly retreated by destroying the horse monster carriage.

“What does this mean Mr Ming?” Xiuhuan pretended to be surprised by the attack of his bodyguard's head.

Feng Ming stared cynically at Xiuhuan, he knew Xiuhuan might have a precious artifact that could attack enemies without being seen.

“You don't pretend anymore Xiuhuan!” exclaimed Feng Ming. “I know you are making you my bodyguard die slowly and you are also planning to kill Feng Long, right? It's lucky he can suppress your spiritual attack!” Feng Ming was extremely furious.

“Ouh, it turns out I have to show my true strength, yes.” Xiuhuan grinned.

A golden-coloured light appeared in Xiuhuan's hands, it swirled around forming curved blades.

Feng Long who was a Level Two Demon God realm Demon Cultivator immediately disappeared leaving behind a beam of black light.

The pattern was the same as Yu Qingyi had done when training against him earlier.

“Eyes of God!”

Xiuhuan's eyeballs turned into a golden color and he also condensed the qi into the Golden element his teacher had given him which had fused with him—so that four golden-colored magic circles appeared surrounding him.

“Hmm, it turns out it came from above!” Xiuhuan looked up at Feng Long who appeared with his dagger that turned into a gigantic size.

Xiuhuan threw the golden light that swirled like a knife in his hand towards Feng Long and the four golden-colored magic circles gathered above Xiuhuan—'s head resisting the impact of Feng Long's giant dagger.

Feng Ming smiled widely, he chuckled at Xiuhuan's magic trick. “Last to your history Xiuhuan!” his ridicule, while Yu Qingyi wanted to help Xiuhuan, but he hesitated because Xiuhuan only used a little qi in this fight—which meant he was not afraid of the full attack of the Second level Demon God Realm.

“Guruku is a saint, how can darkness swallow light!” sahut Xiuhuan with a thin grin on his face.

The giant dagger could not break through the golden circle protecting Xiuhuan, while the golden light Xiuhuan threw towards Feng Long suddenly tore his body apart.

Yu Qingyi covered her ears, she was unable to hear Feng Long's agonizing screams floating in the air and before long Feng Long free-falled like a kite breaking from his rope.

“Why might a Tier One Dark Star realm defeat a Tier Two Demon God Realm?” Feng Ming panicked and desperately looked at him.

“Who said I'm Dark Star Land Level One?” sahut Xiuhuan unleashed his original strength which he suppressed earlier. Suddenly Xiuhuan had been in the Chaos Ancient God Realm in human cultivation, being in the Demon race the strength Xiuhuan displayed was on par with a Nine-tiered Demon God, one step further towards the Demon King realm.

He rose his cultivation level while receiving the inheritance from Dapunta Hyang Sri Jayanasa. Not only did it rise in level, even its strength was also equivalent to the Devil— Race - it only used a little qi when fighting earlier, unlike the usual one that released a lot of qi from its rongqi.

In the Malay world, tough fighters do not use qi when fighting, but they use spiritual energy around them. Naturally with Xiuhuan's intelligence, he could fuse the strength his teacher exerted with his old strength thus making his attacks even more deadly.

Feng Ming immediately prostrated himself begging for forgiveness, he also banged his forehead until it bled which meant that he was earnestly admitting his mistake.

Xiuhuan was neither the child of yesterday afternoon nor the spoiled young master who had no idea how vast the universe was. He instantly snapped his finger until Feng Ming's body was shattered into pieces.

“Ah, sorry Qingyi! I made you think of the past. However, the Devil seems that if allowed to breathe free air, it will do its dirty deeds again!” Xiuhuan was afraid that Yu Qingyi was sulking again like earlier, because he had killed Feng Ming and his Guard cruelly.

Yu Qingyi smiled. “Why you should apologize to a slave like me. Whatever master does, I—Yu Qingyi will always support you,”.

Xiuhuan was astonished, he was not as angry as before.

“I never thought of you as a slave. So, from now on there is no need to call me lord—although the slave spell cannot be removed,” Xiuhuan said with a warm smile that shook Yu Qingyi's heart. “You can call me Darling ... or .. tough stud, maybe a handsome crossbar can also—”

Yu Qingyi frowned, even though she was already moved by hearing it. “Qingyi will call Xiuhuan gege only, because the call Xiuhuan gege said earlier made me ticklish.”

Xiuhuan chuckled and picked up the dimensional ring that belonged to Feng Ming and the six bodyguards. Behind the calamity that came— turns out there are advantages that accompany it.