Chapter 58 – The Arrival of the Grassland Sword Saint and His Disciple! The Soul-Devouring Worm Returns!

Inside the Martial Arts Space.

Qin Yang was refining the finer details of the “Soul Severing Sword.”

He quickly completed the initial prototype.

As the name implied, this technique called “Soul Severing Sword”

was essentially a sword formed by condensed mental energy, carrying Qin Yang’s Sword Intent, making it incredibly sharp!

Qin Yang could transform his mental energy into a three-foot Longsword, easily annihilating the souls of living beings.

“A sword of the soul.”

Qin Yang sensed the memories in his mind, feeling quite satisfied.

Now that he had the Soul Severing Sword,

he had filled another gap in his cultivation.

The next time he encountered an attack from the Soul Devouring Worm, he wouldn’t be as passive as before.

“Good, it’s about time to go back to work.”

Qin Yang yawned, pulled out his Phone to check the time, and waved to Xiaobai in the distance, “Come back, Xiaobai.”

“Oh, coming, Master!”

Hearing this, Xiaobai quickly stopped playing and, barefoot, darted through the gaps between the bookshelves, running toward Qin Yang.

With a light tap of her toes on the ground, her petite figure shimmered as she transformed back into her White Fox true form, nimbly climbing onto Qin Yang’s shoulder to nestle there.

Then, the man and the fox leisurely departed.

After descending to the second floor, Qin Yang returned to the lending area he was responsible for, pushing the same cart as before, and continued his daily task of cataloging and shelving books.

But just then.

A faint rustling sound suddenly appeared within Qin Yang’s mental domain.

Skritch-skritch—

It was the sound of insects crawling over the ground, coming from inside the nearby wall, continuously moving through the pipes, with faint, fragmented sounds of antennae brushing against surfaces.

“Cockroaches!?”

Qin Yang was momentarily stunned.

He quickly put down the book in his hand and amplified his mental energy to locate the cockroaches.

In an instant, his mental energy enveloped the entire Library.

He soon locked onto seventeen weak mental sources, all originating from insect pests inside the walls.

These cockroaches lurked behind the rugged, complex walls, scurrying through the pipes year-round, reproducing rapidly.

They frequently laid white, dense egg cases, and pesticides were ineffective.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say they had become spirits.

The Manager in charge found this headache-inducing.

Moreover, due to interference from the walls,

every time they attempted eradication, one or two would always be missed, leading to a new infestation.

“Shouldn’t I just wipe them all out…? Leave them to celebrate the New Year?”

With this thought, Qin Yang didn’t hesitate any longer and directly released his mental energy on the spot.

His vast mental energy surged out, flooding the area like water submerging Golden Mountain, quickly locking onto all the cockroaches, not even sparing the undeveloped larvae inside the egg cases.

Then.

The Soul Severing Sword was unleashed without reservation, striking at the consciousness markers of all the cockroaches.

The next moment.

The mental energy gathered above the cockroaches instantly solidified, transforming into sharp swords that descended.

Hum!

Death descended silently.

Quiet, stillness.

It was a soundless massacre targeting souls.

All the previously active cockroaches collapsed to the ground; though their bodies still showed vitality, there was no longer any sign of movement, as if they had become marionettes with their strings cut.

Then, the area behind the walls fell silent.

It wouldn’t be long

before these bodies, devoid of souls, would achieve true death due to lack of nutritional supply.

“Alright, done.”

Seeing this, Qin Yang looked thoroughly pleased.

Dead bugs were good bugs.

The next time he encountered that Soul Devouring Worm, he would definitely take it down!

………At dusk, Jianghai International Airport.

Under the fading sunset glow, a private charter plane descended through the clouds, eventually slowing to a smooth stop at a remote parking stand after taxiing along the runway.

Click!

The cabin door opened, and the boarding stairs lowered.

Yuwen Xuan and Huyan Jian appeared at the aircraft entrance.

“Finally, we’ve arrived in Jianghai City, Master.”

Huyan Jian breathed in the fresh air, his brow relaxed as he spotted the approaching courtesy vehicle in the distance.

Their arrival had been pre-arranged through Ning Chuan’s notification, and now the Jianghai City government had sent someone to pick them up.

They would be responsible for all the master and disciple’s accommodation and needs throughout their stay.

After all, this challenge was of great significance—far beyond an ordinary martial arts competition—it concerned the reputation of the authorities.

Thus, the entire Jianghai City was on high alert.

“Master, when will we go find that Jianghai Sword God?”

Huyan Jian asked Yuwen Xuan beside him as he slowly descended the boarding stairs.

“No rush. First, rest well and recover your mental state.”

Yuwen Xuan smiled, the wrinkles on his face bunching together like those of a rugged old herdsman:

“When the time comes, I will personally step forward to issue the challenge invitation to Jianghai Martial Arts Academy on your behalf.”

…

Time flew by.

Night fell.

A gentle, cool breeze swept through the streets as pedestrians came and went in an endless stream.

Cars sped past along the central road, their taillights stretching into dazzling trails of light under the alternating traffic signals.

“Over here, driver!”

A well-dressed couple stood by the roadside, waving to a taxi not far away, signaling it to come closer.

Once the taxi pulled over steadily, the two opened the door and got in.

“Where to, folks?”

“To Broken Peak Mountain, driver.”

The girl placed her designer handbag beside the seat.

“Alright. Judging by your accents, you two aren’t locals, are you?”

The driver turned the steering wheel, adjusting the car onto the lane, and asked casually.

“That’s right, driver. We just got off the plane not long ago.”

The boy gazed out the window with a smile, “When we left the airport earlier, we even saw that Grassland Sword God in person. He looked quite ordinary, just like an old farmer.”

“You youngsters still don’t get it—true masters often look like that.”

The driver chuckled and shook his head, “In a few more days, Jianghai City is going to be bustling. The Sword Saint’s disciple challenging Jianghai Martial Arts Academy… tsk tsk, just thinking about it gets me excited!”

“That’s exactly why we came, driver.”

The boy lowered his head, scrolling through his phone, “It’s all over the internet right now. Flights to Jianghai City sold out ages ago.

We almost didn’t get seats on this flight and had to pay extra to scalpers for them.”

As he spoke, the traffic light at the intersection ahead turned green, and pedestrians on both sides stopped.

The driver gripped the steering wheel, pressed the accelerator, and drove across the crosswalk, lost in thought:

“I’ve been in this line of work for over ten years, and it’s been a long time since I’ve seen Jianghai City this lively… All thanks to Lord Sword God for bringing us this huge influx.”

Hearing this, the boy’s eyes lit up, “Can’t be helped. Jianghai Sword God is truly impressive. If only I could see him in person.”

Unable to resist, he asked, “Driver, have you ever seen Jianghai Sword God in person?”

“I…”The driver was about to answer when his face suddenly turned deathly pale, as if enduring excruciating pain.

The next second, his head slumped heavily onto the steering wheel.

“Driver!”

“Hey! Wake up! We’re going to crash!!!”

Bang!

With a deafening roar, the vehicle rear-ended another heavy truck. The tremendous impact instantly knocked the couple unconscious.

In an instant, chaos erupted on the road.

Traffic came to a standstill, with car horns blaring everywhere.

Meanwhile…

Above the traffic lights,

a translucent insect wriggled and crawled, looking down upon everything from its high vantage point, as if digesting something…

(End of Chapter)