Chapter 438: Is That Old Emperor of Japan Coming Soon?

Just as Ye Ruoyi was about to say something, she noticed that Yu Xian had suddenly vanished from the spot. Immediately, everyone saw a person flying over from a distance—a person flying backward!

That person was slammed violently onto the open ground in front of Xue Luo Manor.

And Yu Xian slowly drifted back from the distance.

It was obvious that this person had been kicked back by Yu Xian.

When Yu Xian landed in front of the person, the man barely managed to stand up, his face filled with panic.

Yu Xian observed the man. This person had untamed long hair, half tied up and half flowing loose, with dust and bloodstains clinging to his strands. A messy stubble lined his jaw, adding a few touches of vicissitude.

He wore dark, tight-fitting clothes, the hems of which were embroidered with the hidden pattern of the Sword Sect, making them look somewhat worn out. His facial features were sharp, his eyebrows like swords, and his eyes narrow and piercing. There was always an air of unwillingness and malice in his gaze, making it seem as if he wanted to devour anyone he looked at. He carried a saber and a sword on his back.

This appearance reminded Yu Xian of someone: Wuming’s Senior Brother, the renegade disciple of the Sword Sect, Pojun!

Pojun, who traded his wife for Martial Arts.

Huh, doesn’t this plot feel a bit familiar?

Old Yue!

That’s right, Old Yue also traded his wife for Martial Arts, but Pojun couldn’t compare to Old Yue, and Yan Ying wasn’t even worth one of Sister Ning’s toes.

To defeat Wuming, Pojun did not hesitate to betray his sect and made a deal with Jue Wu Shen, using Yan Ying as a bargaining chip to obtain Jue Wu Shen’s ultimate Move, Sha Po Lang, thus becoming a running dog of the Wushen Palace.

However, Old Yue’s entire focus was on revitalizing Mount Hua. So, they couldn’t be compared!

But, wasn’t Pojun Jue Wu Shen’s vanguard? Why was he hiding in the back just now?

Pojun also knew the situation he was facing. He looked at the corpses covering the ground and the miserable state of Jue Wu Shen and his son, then looked towards Yu Xian, whose expression was indifferent. His throat rolled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but Yu Xian’s cold gaze forced him back.

Yu Xian did not strike immediately, merely sizing him up with interest, as if appraising a piece of merchandise up for sale: “Pojun? I didn’t expect that even after Jue Wu Shen died, you running dogs haven’t fled yet.”

Pojun trembled all over, gripping the saber and sword on his back so tightly his knuckles turned white, yet he dared not make any sudden Move.

Was it that he didn’t want to run? No! He had fled after Jue Wu Shen was defeated. If Yu Xian hadn’t pursued him, he would have been long gone!

However, he hadn’t run more than a few steps before Yu Xian kicked him back with one foot.

He knew the terror of this young man before him; he could easily shatter even Jue Wu Shen’s Indestructible Golden Body. His own meager cultivation probably couldn’t even withstand one Move from the opponent.

“I… I am not allied with Jue Wu Shen,” Pojun said, his voice dry and laced with a hint of appeasement. “I came… I came to pledge allegiance to you! I am willing to serve you, go through fire and water without hesitation!”

As he spoke, he secretly observed Yu Xian’s expression, trying to find a hint of softening on the other’s face.

“Pledge allegiance to me? What makes you think I would accept a piece of trash who would even trade away his own woman?” A mocking curve formed on Yu Xian’s lips.

Pojun’s face instantly turned deathly pale. Those words stabbed him in his sore spot like a sharp knife, leaving him utterly ashamed.

“I… I know the Sha Po Lang ultimate Move! I also know many secrets of the Sword Sect! As long as you are willing to take me in, I will offer all of it to you!” To survive, Pojun could only force himself to speak.

He thought that Sha Po Lang and the secrets of the Sword Sect would be enough to Move the other party, but he didn’t know that Yu Xian didn’t care in the slightest.

“You think I care about those things?” He walked towards Pojun step by step, the oppressive aura emanating from him making Pojun almost unable to breathe.

“Your only value right now is to tell me the situation on the side of Dongying, how many people know about the Dragon Vein matter, how they found out, and how many people will come to Xue Luo Manor,” Yu Xian said casually.

Pojun hesitated. He knew the matter of the Dragon Vein was of great importance; if leaked, it would likely attract more covetous individuals. But right now, his life was in the opponent’s hands, leaving him no room to bargain.

His eyes flickered, struggling internally, and fine cold sweat seeped from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks.

However, before he could decide, he felt a sharp pain in his ankle—his Achilles tendon had been severed!

Pojun showed a terrified expression again. He never expected Yu Xian to be so decisive and swift, not even giving him a chance to think.

Intense pain spread from his ankle. He could no longer stand steadily, and with a ‘thud,’ he collapsed onto the ground, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

Yu Xian looked down at him from above, his eyes showing no ripple of emotion, as if he had merely crushed an ant: “It seems you don’t quite understand your current predicament. I don’t have much time to waste on you. Speak, or not?”

The icy voice was like the bitter wind of the twelfth lunar month, making Pojun’s hair stand on end.

He knew that since the opponent dared to sever his Achilles tendon, he absolutely dared to kill him. If he hesitated again, the next target might be his neck.

Fear surged like a tide, drowning his last struggle. He opened his mouth tremblingly, his voice hoarse from pain and fear: “I’ll talk… I’ll talk…”

“Twenty years ago, Jue Wu Shen led troops west into the Central Plains but was blocked by Wuming wielding the Hero Sword. After that, he left spies in the Central Plains.

Therefore, when information about the Dragon Vein came out, he knew immediately, leading to this operation. As for which other forces in Dongying knew about the Dragon Vein, I’m not entirely clear. However, I suspect the Dongying royal family should also know,” Pojun no longer hesitated, spitting out everything he knew, afraid that if he was a second too slow, the tendon in his other leg would be severed.

“The royal family?” Yu Xian’s eyebrows twitched slightly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Yu Xian guessed that this referred to the Old Emperor of Japan, the supreme ruler of the Dongying royal family, the conspirator lurking behind the scenes. When Jue Wu Shen invaded the Central Plains, he feigned weakness, actually waiting to benefit from the conflict. After Jue Wu Shen was defeated, he personally led experts to attack the Central Plains, attempting to annex Shenzhou.

So, Jue Wu Shen was the scout. Now that Jue Wu Shen is dead, is the Old Emperor of Japan coming soon?

Then he looked forward to it even more!

The Old Emperor of Japan outwardly pretended to be a benevolent old man who was powerless to fight, deceiving powerful enemies like Jue Wu Shen and Quan Dao Shen.

He was extremely conceited internally, pursuing ‘perfection,’ and could not tolerate even the slightest flaw in his Moves or schemes. He used political thinking to lay out his plans, controlling Nie Feng with the Nine Revolutions Heart Pill for his own use, attempting to unify the Jianghu by borrowing the power of Central Plains internal strife and top experts.

Now that Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun are dead, the original plot will not occur, meaning the Old Emperor of Japan will come straight for him.

Killing just one Jue Wu Shen was indeed not enough! It would be best if the entire Dongying royal family came; then he could destroy the entire royal family directly.

“Yes, the royal family. Although Jue Wu Shen dominated all of Dongying, the royal family still held some power. So, they should know as well,” Pojun’s throat moved, still speaking in terror.