Han Yan faced such a bizarre scene without an ounce of nervousness, deciding to wait and see, since the Wandering Soul now had to deal with Qu Fengting. Yang Boqiao was flabbergasted, realizing that Han Yan’s words had come true—the axiom that good is rewarded with good and evil with evil held firm, and indeed, retribution for one’s misdeeds always came, and swiftly at that.
"Nine hundred and ninety-nine years, a full nine hundred and ninety-nine years," the skeleton let out a dry laugh, like a metal spoon scraping against a porcelain bowl, grating and uncomfortably piercing to the heart.
As it spoke, the skeleton stretched out its withered hands, flexing its fingers back and forth. Qu Fengting was also terrified by this sight, struggling desperately, but in vain—he seemed to be bound by an invisible rope, continuously pulled back despite his efforts.
Almost everyone’s faces turned pale with fear. Qu Fengting was a Tenth Rank Great Swordsman, a level of expertise many among them would pursue all their lives. Yet, before a mere skeleton, such strength was utterly useless.
"Bang!" Qu Fengting landed heavily on the ground, his face smeared with dirt, unable to use any of his cultivation. The Alchemy Artifact that could allow him to ride the wind was completely ineffective here.
The skeleton appeared to be pulling on an invisible rope, but with Han Yan’s discerning Eye Power, it was clear that these were Hand Formations; Qu Fengting was not bound by any invisible rope but tightly shackled by a Seal.
"Let me go, release me at once! I am the Young Master of the Qu Family of Nanxi County, and also a descendant of the Capital’s Qu Family," Qu Fengting pleaded, shaking and desperate, invoking his family’s name.
The surrounding Swordsmen showed their disdain. They had originally thought Qu Fengting was a significant figure—even if deceitful, at least a fearsome overlord. Yet, when faced with a true strong opponent, he crumbled, lacking any poise or composure typical of a noble family’s son, and instead appeared like a child unable to stray from the protection of his family.
Reflecting on their previous admiration and obedience to such a person made them feel deeply ashamed.
"Nanxi Qu Family... I suppose Qu Canghai would be your ancestor, barely counting as a notable figure," the skeleton seemed to ponder for a moment, then slowly spoke, also slightly loosening the Seal, allowing Qu Fengting to catch his breath.
"Yes, yes, Qu Canghai is indeed my ancestor, may I inquire about the eminent name of the senior before me?" Upon hearing the skeleton knew his great-grandfather, Qu Fengting felt a bit relieved and hastily claimed his junior status to curry favor.
Like Han Yan, he was more knowledgeable than the other Swordsmen and guessed that the skeleton was the ghost of an extremely powerful figure.
"I am—Xia Youchen!" the skeleton chest thrust out proudly as it proclaimed.
A skeleton striking such a proud pose was an absurd sight; however, not a single person was able to laugh.
Many Swordsmen were struck with shock and fear, and Han Yan, Qu Fengting, and Yan Yuchu exclaimed, "The Beast Taming Sword Saint!"
As the skeleton saw the shock and fear on their faces, the bones of its face shifted with a clatter, revealing a look of triumph. For original chapters go to novel fire.net
Indeed, he was the notorious figure from a millennium past that once terrorized Anyun Country—the Beast Taming Sword Saint, Xia Youchen.
This Beast Taming Sword Saint had indeed left a profound mark in the history of Anyun Country.