This Young Master is not Cannon Fodder

Chapter 347: I am Chunsang

Jiang Chunye felt herself regain control of her facial expressions, and a smile crept onto her face. The moment the Sword Sovereign attacked, she must have released her technique, allowing Chunye to transform her body into a shadow-like state.

'I have no chance of defeating her. I have no choice but to escape!' Jiang Chunye thought. She transformed into a streak of shadow and flew off into the horizon. Or, at least, she attempted to.

'Why can't I control my body?' Jiang Chunye asked herself. Except for everything above her neck, she couldn't feel anything else!

Just as panic settled in, she noticed her field of view fall, literally. Something slick and sticky coated her cheek, and Jiang Chunye knew what it was, the blood of the Buzhou Immortal Sect disciples she killed.

'No! Impossible!' Jiang Chunye wanted to scream, but because her head had been severed from her neck, she couldn't push any air through her vocal cords.

With a thud, Jiang Chunye watched in horror as her headless body collapsed in front of her. 'No, no, nooo!'

'That's it, I can just separate my soul from my body and flee!' Jiang Chunye thought, but she thought too optimistically. She should have noticed something was wrong when she couldn't even sense her head being sliced off her neck.

Her horror grew as she discovered that she was trapped in her flesh like a caged animal. No matter what she did or how much she struggled, she couldn't change her fate. As the light of vision faded from her eyes, the last thing Jiang Chunye saw was Hun Jusang's blackening eyes as he kneeled down to cradle her head.

Mengfei looked down at the kneeling Hun Jusang. Her slash had already slain all the Leakless Sect disciples nearby. Only Jiang Chunye and Hun Jusang were the disciples of the Nihility Sect present in the Leakless Sect. And although Hun Jusang survived, black blood continuously leaked from the wound across his chest.

However, Hun Jusang acted as if it didn't exist, even as it stained Jiang Chunye's head. He continued to cradle it, mumbling, "Chunye, Chunye. There's no way you died like this, right? You were always so amazing, no one could keep you down for long. That's why, hurry up and open your eyes and call me stupid for thinking you died."

Mengfei raised her sword above her head. Everyone except a single person was to be killed except for one man. She brought her sword down.

The scene of Hun Jusang suddenly displaying power far greater than his realm suggested didn't occur. Mengfei's sword sliced cleanly through him, head to toe—not even Jiang Chunye's head was spared.

The two halves of Hun Jusang split apart and fell onto their sides, dyeing the ground black with their blood. Mengfei gazed at this with rippleless eyes before turning around and preparing to leave.

Mengfei's foot paused as she slowly turned around. The black devil's blood started to spread and submerged everything as if it had turned into a black lake. The corpses, artifacts, vegetation, and very land itself disappeared. Once it neared Mengfei's foot, she blasted a qi pulse, preventing the black blood from tainting her feet.Findd new stories at novelhall.com

Oh, it tried. The black tried to climb up her barrier like tiny little mites scaling a foot, but flashes of qi later, the blood disintegrated around her. However, it wasn't done. As if on rewind, the black blood started to gather again. After the blood retreated, it only left behind barren land polluted with devil qi.

Hun Jusang's and Jiang Chunye's corpses had already merged into the black blood, and what was left was a floating sphere. Mengfei's hand moved, and so did her sword.

The black blood sphere split in half, but Mengfei's attack didn't have her desired result as a figure cloaked in black dropped down. The split shell the figure fell out of transformed into robes that released mists of devil qi.

The figure stood up, revealing a complexion far too white, especially against her long hair that was blacker than ink. Aside from that, the girl looked exactly like Jiang Chunsang, except that she had a devilish allure the original didn't have.

"Who are you?" Mengfei asked. She couldn't detect any signs of life from the girl, as if she wasn't alive. By conventional means, anyway.

The unnamed girl blinked. The whites of her eyes were pitch-black, and her irises were the color of envy. She smiled. "I am Chunsang."

The girl who identified herself as Chunsang opened her mouth to say more, but Mengfei unleashed a second slash. A sword-shaped qi flew out and pierced Chunsang's forehead, causing her neck to snap at a ninety-degree angle.

"I hate you," Chunsang's voice sounded as her neck returned to normal, as if someone had physically snapped it back into place.

The hole in Chunsang's head allowed Mengfei to see the other side, but no blood or brain matter leaked out despite the injury. In fact, Mengfei couldn't even see any organs, bones, or flesh. It was as if Chunsang was just a blob plastered with human skin.

Clang!

An elderly Daoist wearing silver robes clashed against Mengfei, sword against sword. "You madwoman! Aren't you afraid of being punished by the Heavenly Dao for all the Karmic Sin you've accumulated?"

Although killing cultivators, who had not reached the Immortal Realm, would grant the same amount of karma as a regular mortal was not much, Mengfei killed millions. Even though she was an origin immortal, Karmic Sin would descend upon her.

"Have you gone blind, Emperor Solesword?" a voice shouted.

Chasing after Emperor Solesword were three emperor-level war formations led by three immortal monarchs. They had been tasked with killing Emperor Solesword, but they failed to blockade him, much less kill him. The war formations' auras flickered, having been injured by said emperor.

"Open your blind eyes and take a good look. What Karmic Sin are you talking about?" the war formation mocked. "Now, obediently accept your death! Your Leakless Sect is over!"

Emperor Solesword took a closer look and recoiled. He could not see a hint of Karmic Sin lingering around Mengfei. In fact, he even saw a faint film of Karmic Merit. How was this possible?

He growled and glanced at the coming war formations. "The Leakless Sect may fall today, but the disciples who have escaped won't let it end like this! They will avenge us!"

Emperor Solesword whirled toward Mengfei as he blocked her incoming slash. "As for you, I'll take you down with me! I'll show you what it truly means to be called a sword immortal, you fake!"

Mengfei remained expressionless as she sent strike after strike against Emperor Solesword. Despite his superior swordsmanship, he could not overcome Mengfei's brute speed and strength, falling into a disadvantage. However, it was still abnormal.

A whole realm separated the two, yet he was able to deflect most of her blows while oppressed by her Eight Trigrams Tri-Unity World. It wasn't like Emperor Solesword was at the peak of the Extremity Immortal Realm. Had he been, it would have been much more reasonable to go toe to toe with Mengfei, who was the Early Origin Immortal Realm.

Upon closer inspection, Mengfei noticed a faint red wisp radiating off Emperor Solesword's body. Not just that, she can even sense soul particles rippling off him. He had used a forbidden technique to ignite both his blood essence and soul in order to gain a temporary surge of strength.

His current strength had even surpassed the half-sovereign from the Numinous Sword Sect Mengfei had clashed with in the Vast Void, Emperor Yanxu. But there was a price. At the rate Emperor Solesword consumed his blood essence and soul, he would not even last five minutes more.

"Coward, fight me!" Emperor Solesword shouted as he saw Mengfei retreating, and a hint of urgency appeared in his heart.

He waved his arm, and ten thousand sword artifacts appeared. They formed a giant rotating circle around him and Mengfei. "Life and Death Duel Sword Formation, rise!"

Mengfei felt the space around her solidify and twist. She opened her mouth and softly said, "Shatter."

In a split second, the rhythm of the ten thousand swords became disoriented, and no matter what they did, they couldn't reorient themselves in a pattern again. But this was enough. Emperor Solesword only needed to distract Mengfei that single moment.

Emperor Solesword's entered a stance with his beloved sword. His strength, speed, endurance, blood, soul, and even very emotions entered his sword. The sword was not him, but he was the sword.

"Cut."

The word spoken was from Emperor Solesword's mouth, but it contained nothing. No emotion, no thoughts, like a preprogrammed puppet speaking as it was instructed.

Then, he slashed.

Mengfei felt as if everything in her world was dyed silver. Her Eight Trigram Tri-Unity broke away from her control and transformed into a sword world. No matter what she did, that slash would strike her.

"Pffft!" Mengfei spat out a mouthful of blood as a bloody hole appeared in her chest, and blood leaked from her lips.