Chapter 3: Do You Think Your Family Has a Sage Like Master Longbrow?

“To arrange funerals for us? Where does this madman come from?”
“What nerve.”
At the main table sat mostly Foundation Establishment cultivators, all from powerful factions and major trading companies.
In their eyes, although Chen Yang possessed some strange abilities, how could he dare act so brazenly before them?
Moments ago, everyone thought he was a scion of the Four Seas Merchants, but now that he was not, they immediately sided with the local overlord, Luoyun Sect.
“Excellent, excellent. I was worried the blood and flesh of his family wouldn’t be enough to further refine the Blood-Melting Divine Blade. Now that you all come willingly, nothing could be better.”
Chen Yang clapped with delight, his face brimming with satisfaction.
The crowd wondered if this youth was insane.
“Young man, you court death!”
A furious shout rang out. The young man who had consumed the Chen family’s Foundation Establishment Pill was the most impatient, summoning his magical weapon and attacking Chen Yang.
Chen Yang chuckled and flicked his finger. Instantly, a hundred crimson threads shot from his sleeve, piercing the airborne youth and riddling him like a sieve.
“Father!” The youth’s body shriveled in moments, turning into a desiccated corpse.
“Xun’er!” The elder wailed in grief, his bloodshot eyes fixing on Chen Yang. Chen Yang calmly withdrew the crimson threads and, with a twist of his hands, transformed them into a blood-red blade.
“Even the soul must not be wasted. Go!”
The Six Desires Yin Demon emerged from behind Chen Yang, casting a resentful glance at the old man. But, having been tamed by Chen Yang, and with the Blood-Melting Divine Blade restraining not only primordial spirits but also these formless Yin Demons, it dared not rebel or act on its own.
It darted to the shriveled corpse, snatched the soul and swallowed it whole.
The Yin Demon, invisible and unknown in this world, escaped the notice of everyone as it consumed not just the body but the soul as well.
The elder, having lost his son and under Chen Yang’s magical influence, his anger transformed into wrathful demon, lost all reason—he charged mindlessly, ignoring how Chen Yang had just killed his son with a single move, making no defense.
Chen Yang laughed, the blade’s cry ringing like a golden cicada, echoing through the hall.
A flash of blood-red blade, and a crimson line appeared on the elder’s neck. His grey-bearded head tumbled to the floor, and the Blood-Melting Divine Blade devoured the essence of his flesh and blood.

The crimson blade grew brighter, weaving and dancing in the hall with boundless might, displaying the finest Five Terrace Sword Technique.
Though it seemed slow, all happened in the blink of an eye.
Except for the Luoyun Sect father and son, the rest, though Foundation Establishment cultivators, were essentially merchants—how could they have ever faced a fiend like Chen Yang? In his hands, Foundation Establishment was as fragile as chicks, slaughtered at will.
Only now did they realize they’d run into an immovable iron wall. Watching the blood-red blade above their heads, cold sweat poured as some began to announce their names and connections, boasting of powerful backers, while others denounced the Luoyun Sect pair as notorious villains, urging Chen Yang on as a righteous avenger.
Chen Yang shook his head and laughed, “Truly a bunch of useless fools. Cultivation is about strengthening oneself. When the blade is at your throat, no matter how strong your backing, what use is it?”
One still boasting of his mighty faction, the blade descended, splitting him cleanly in two; his soul was dragged out by the Six Desires Yin Demon and devoured.
Such ruthlessness struck terror into the crowd.
One, weakest in spirit and overwhelmed by Chen Yang’s magic, had his fear magnified to the point he wet himself, begging, “It was only reckless words. The blame lies elsewhere. We mean no harm to you, please spare us!”
Before he finished, the blade was upon him.
“I swear a solemn oath—to serve you faithfully, just spare my life!” Another, terrified beyond measure, knelt and pleaded.
“Not impossible,” Chen Yang chuckled. “If you can withstand a single strike, you may still be of use.”
The blade fell again; naturally, heads parted from bodies.
“I meant to spare you, but you are useless!” He sighed and shook his head.
Seeing that neither backing nor pleading could save them, even solemn vows meant nothing, the crowd finally realized the youth truly intended to slaughter them all.
Fear and rage tangled in their hearts, but under Chen Yang’s magical influence, rage triumphed. One, summoning his last courage, brandished his magical weapon and shouted, “If death is inevitable, let’s join forces and kill this fiend!”
The others echoed him, cursing and charging at Chen Yang.
Chen Yang, far from angered, nodded in satisfaction.
“Now those souls will be robust enough, truly useful.”
The blade, a crimson ribbon, twisted and turned; in moments, all remaining were slain.
With the essence of a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators absorbed, the blade surged, exploding into hundreds of crimson threads.

“Go!”
The threads, guided by the bloodline of the father and son, pierced through the roof and spread across the sky. Wherever they sensed kinship, a thread descended.
Until now, the killings had been confined to the backyard, but now, as the crimson threads rained down, anyone touched was left as nothing but a hollow shell.
The entire courtyard was thrown into chaos. Chen Yang strode forth, the Blood-Melting Divine Blade’s threads forming steps beneath his feet, elevating him with each stride.
It was a bitter irony—though his slaughter was fierce and the Foundation Establishment cultivators in this world were as fragile as chicks before him, it was all thanks to the might of the Blood-Melting Divine Blade and the intricacy of the Five Terrace Sword Technique.
His own body, bereft of vital life, unable to cultivate qi, was heavy and sluggish. The Six Desires Yin Demon, newly forged and of inferior quality, lent little borrowed power, leaving him unable even to fly with the blade.
“Do not be afraid, everyone. I am Chen Yang, known as the ‘Demon Lord’.” He offered a reassuring word, then pointed to the courtyard. “The master of this house bore enmity to me. Now, his entire family has been executed, and those who lacked sense have been sent away as well.”
Before he finished, a richly-dressed youth, thinking Chen Yang young and easy to bully, interrupted, shouting,
“I am Chen Shu of Heavenly Jade Sect! If you dare lay a finger on me—”
Chen Yang was puzzled. He hadn’t used any magic—was Chen Shu simply a fool?
Uninterested, he let a crimson thread descend; Chen Shu met his end at once.
“Anyone else with powerful backing, speak up. Let me kill you all at once.”
He hated nothing more than people using their backgrounds to threaten him. Back in Shu Mountain, the strongest backers were always Emei.
As a pitiable orphan, bereft of the Mixed Element Ancestor’s protection before being taken in by his convenient master, Red Lotus, he suffered plenty at the hands of Emei’s juniors.
Now, in a new world, others still tried to use their connections against him?
Did they think they had an elder with long brows at home?