Chapter 755: Forcefully Surpassing the Flower-Fairy Eye Illusion Technique with Phantom Swordsmanship

"It's an illusion," the uncle responded with a smile, his four fingers still piercing Yin Cao's throat. "It's both an illusion and swordsmanship—a form of swordsmanship that far exceeds your Flower Fairy Eye illusion art."

Swordsmanship?

Everyone watching in the arena was stunned.

In their minds, a legendary swordsmanship technique spontaneously surfaced.

"Illusionary Swordsmanship?"

Meanwhile, Hundred Ghosts exclaimed in surprise. His cross-shaped heterochromatic eyes widened in fury, yet he found he couldn't harness the power of the Sacred Blood to shatter the space with annihilating force.

At this moment, Hundred Ghosts' overlapping blue and orange heterochromatic eyes stared in inexplicable shock at yet another slovenly uncle standing before him. The uncle’s two fingers were clamping a drop of Sacred Blood that seemed unwilling to be restrained, striving for freedom.

That was the Sacred Blood Hundred Ghosts had produced!

But then, when had the Sacred Blood been stolen?

"Your illusion art..."

Facing the stunned onlookers, the slovenly uncle simply smiled and shook his head, saying, "Like bringing an axe to a carpenter's guild – nothing more." As he spoke, he casually put the Sacred Blood into a ring. Then, pointing at Yin Cao, who was still being held by the other uncle with four fingers through his throat, he asked Hundred Ghosts: "If I kill him, will you be frightened enough to reveal the whereabouts of your Lord Yellow Spring to me?"

Hundred Ghosts' pupils suddenly contracted. His eyes darted back and forth, staring in disbelief at the uncle, who appeared to be split into two, yet was simultaneously restraining two Path-Slicers.

What kind of ability was this? What level of cultivation did this entail?

"Impossible!" Hundred Ghosts was frantic, almost losing his mind. Even as a Path-Slicer, he couldn't discern how the principles of this space were arrayed. He cried out in astonishment: "You don't even have a sword! How can you use Illusionary Swordsmanship? Besides, you're not Bazun An. How could Illusionary Swordsmanship control both of us simultaneously? And how could it overpower the Flower Fairy Eye?"

"Hilarious!" the slovenly uncle said, his expression placid. Despite his words, there was no hint of a smile on his face, only a stern and serious expression. "Even now, you still doubt my identity?"

"Bazun An doesn't wield a sword!" Hundred Ghosts roared. He seemed to know something. As he spoke with feigned rage, Hundred Ghosts used anger and frenzy to conceal his true intentions. Yet, as he secretly attempted to use his cross-shaped heterochromatic eyes to annihilate the illusion, Hundred Ghosts realized it was like reality; it didn't seem like an illusion at all.

Both slovenly uncles in front of him were real!

"External incarnation?" A sense of despair bloomed in Hundred Ghosts' heart. Did this mean the opponent was a Half-Saint? But no, that couldn't be right! Why would a Half-Saint impersonate Bazun An? While Hundred Ghosts was indeed stalling for time, his assertion that Bazun An couldn't wield a sword was true!

Hearing this, the slovenly uncle simply shook his head slightly and sighed. "Even at the brink of death, you still won't know how you truly perished... My sword is in your heart."

As he finished speaking, the slovenly uncle's other hand, inexplicably ignored by everyone until now, suddenly appeared within everyone's field of vision. It was pressed against Hundred Ghosts' chest! With his words settled, the uncle's hand curled into a sword-gripping posture, and he actually drew a black-and-white sword, covered in Dao patterns, from Hundred Ghosts' heart.

"Ugh, ahhh—"

A painful roar instantly reverberated in everyone's ears. The flow of time in this place seemed to slow down by hundreds, even thousands, of times. That black-and-white sword was slowly, painstakingly, pulled out. Everyone could clearly see the Eight Trigrams symbols on it and feel the condensed Dao charm emanating from the sword's body.

"A famous sword!" Jiang Chaotian exclaimed in a lost voice, "Isn't that the Taiyi Genesis Water Sword? Isn't that the sword of Yao Mansion, Yao Ye? Is he from the Yao family?"

No one responded. Everyone just stared in inexplicable shock at the scene before them, listening to Hundred Ghosts' agonizing, helpless wails that ripped through the air. A Path-Slicer, before this slovenly uncle, was rendered utterly helpless, in such a state! Even the Storyteller, who witnessed the entire scene, couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Illusionary Swordsmanship..." It could be said that within this small spatial world of Yin and Yang Life and Death, the only one who could perceive the unreality of the current scene was the Storyteller. Having witnessed his elder brother draw a sword before, the Storyteller knew. This single sword move here was but a tiny microcosm of the truly vast path of Illusionary Swordsmanship.

And the moment the slovenly uncle pulled the Taiyi Genesis Water Sword from Hundred Ghosts' heart, Yin Cao and Hundred Ghosts simultaneously lost all signs of life in everyone's eyes.

"Dead?" Everyone swallowed hard. At this moment, even Xu Xiaoshou felt it was absurd. This was too ridiculous! This was an utter farce! Two Path-Slicers, just gone like that? This uncle, he must be Bazun An, and the one from the Holy Slave's chief seat, *he* must be the imposter? Xu Xiaoshou even harbored such thoughts at that moment.

However, after slowly wiping the blood from the Taiyi Genesis Water Sword until it was clean, the slovenly uncle simply flicked the famous sword gently with his finger.

"Clang—" A crisp sword clang rang out. Everyone watched as the scene before them shattered again. Another scene appeared. And upon realizing the true reality, everyone's scalp tingled once more.

They saw that in the arena, the slovenly uncle hadn't moved an inch; there was no sword in his hand, nor any dust. As for Yin Cao, just as in the illusion created by his Flower Fairy Eye, he had indeed lunged forward, right in front of the slovenly uncle. At this moment, they were only a few steps apart. The uncle remained still. But Yin Cao was drenched in sweat, panting heavily, his face as white as paper. He wasn't dead! Yet he clearly looked like someone who had just narrowly escaped death. Hundred Ghosts, who was a little further back, also wasn't dead; his hand was still in the posture of having just retrieved the Sacred Blood. However, the Sacred Blood was no longer there. In Hundred Ghosts' palm, there was only a small pebble.

The entire arena fell silent. Not a sound could be heard. At this point, everyone finally realized that the scene where Yin Cao and Hundred Ghosts had both died was the true illusion! Illusionary Swordsmanship—a technique that completely overpowered the Flower Fairy Eye illusion art!

Xu Xiaoshou was astounded. His "Perception" could discern a slight truth in the Flower Fairy Eye's illusion, but it couldn't penetrate the slovenly uncle's Illusionary Swordsmanship in the slightest. Recalling the man's earlier remark, "Like bringing an axe to a carpenter's guild – nothing more," Xu Xiaoshou now felt that this uncle was truly formidable.

This was what true illusion art was!

"Illusionary Swordsmanship?" On the other side, Yin Cao swallowed hard, his voice raspy. His face showed the weakness of someone who had survived a great calamity, but none of the hopeful expectation of future blessings. Looking at the present, Yin Cao's Flower Fairy Eye, when confronting the uncle's clouded eyes, seemed to have completely lost its luster. It was clearly a phoenix facing a domestic chicken. Yet, at this moment, the domestic chicken had proven superior!

"Mm-hmm," the uncle simply nodded.

"Are you truly Bazun An?" Yin Cao asked again.

"Mm-hmm," the uncle nodded again.

Yin Cao couldn't ask further and fell silent. The uncle then spoke, "Since you've died once, you can surely answer my question now! Where is Yellow Spring?"

Yin Cao felt a profound sense of powerlessness. How could he fight this? This man's Illusionary Swordsmanship was so powerful that even the Flower Fairy Eye couldn't resist it. So, it turned out that everything Lord Yellow Spring had said was true... It wasn't true that simply possessing a Tear Family Eye and cultivating to the Path-Slicer realm meant one could fearlessly confront the Void, or even, with the Sacred Blood, contend with a Void. In this world, there were plenty of geniuses. Some people practiced only one type of move their entire lives, until they reached the pinnacle of mastery. All eye techniques were illusory. With just one force, he could break through all methods!

Looking at the slovenly uncle before him, Yin Cao still didn't truly believe this man was Bazun An. But whether he was Bazun An or not, it no longer mattered. Yin Cao now felt that this man could easily live up to the title of one of the Seven Sword Immortals. Illusionary Swordsmanship was reputed to be the most difficult of the Nine Great Swordsmanship techniques to cultivate. For this person to have cultivated it to such an extent was simply terrifying!

"Lord Yellow Spring..." Yin Cao pursed his lips, seemingly intending to give up resistance and reveal Lord Yellow Spring's location.

Who would have thought, the next second, everyone heard him cry out hoarsely, "Save me—"

The entire arena was stunned. At this moment, even the slovenly uncle was startled by such an audacious move and couldn't react for a moment. At the same time, Hundred Ghosts, who was behind, also cried out in alarm: "Lord Yellow Spring, save me—"

He had not only revealed the name but also a hint of grievance and reluctance. But in the end, both of them had shouted.

Once the slovenly uncle reacted, his expression instantly turned serious. He merged his two fingers and made a cutting motion forward, as if genuinely intending to sever Yin Cao's head. However, at that instant, ripples surged in the void, and the power of space-time abruptly erupted. The uncle's sword-fingers, cutting across Yin Cao's throat, seemed to have sliced into an alternate dimension. Even his hand passed directly through Yin Cao's body.

"Space-time power?" the slovenly uncle exclaimed in surprise. Then he watched helplessly as the two of them were swallowed by a black hole under the influence of space-time power, their figures vanishing instantly from the scene.

"They ran?" Jiang Chaotian, who was behind, had bulging eyes. Young Master Jiang's Three-Aversion Pupil had not yet been retrieved. The two Hell Lords, they ran? He immediately rushed forward, but aside from passing through the original space where Yin Cao had stood, he couldn't even catch a glimpse of his enemies' clothes. When he landed, Jiang Chaotian seemed to have aged decades.

In this battle, it seemed his presence had been superfluous from beginning to end. From the Storyteller, to the first Bazun An, to the two Hell Lords, to the second Bazun An... Not a single person in the entire arena had paid any heed to him, a Path-Slicer from the Half-Saint Jiang family! In fact, it could be outright described as being ignored...

Jiang Chaotian wondered what was wrong with this world. When had the presence of a Path-Slicer become so insignificant? However, once he realized he was trapped in a narrow line of thought, he broke free from the mental deadlock and reconsidered, understanding then the kind of whirlpool he was caught in. The Holy Slaves, two Bazun Ans, plus the Hell Lords organization which specifically collected Tear Family Eyes and possessed two supreme divine artifacts as its leaders... This was clearly not a situation Jiang Chaotian could intervene in. Or rather, within the entire Jiang family, the only ones who could intervene in this matter, aside from Half-Saints, the weakest would have to be at the Void level, wouldn't they!

"Slap." Thinking of this, Jiang Chaotian slapped his forehead and lowered his gaze. He understood the logic. But what about Young Master Jiang? How was he, Jiang Chaotian, supposed to return to the Jiang family and explain this?

On the other side, "Interesting..." the slovenly uncle touched the space, sensing the lingering power, and murmured to himself: "Such concentrated power of time... I've only ever felt something similar from Kong Yuhen. But he also possesses spatial power... Interesting!" The slovenly uncle muttered, then suddenly looked up, his eyes gleaming. "This Yellow Spring is simply too formidable!"

He didn't care about the three from the Jiang family. Since the two Hell Lords had been unexpectedly rescued from a distance, then in this place, only one person remained who concerned the uncle.

"Bazun An?" The uncle turned his head, looking amusedly at Xu Xiaoshou.

"Wait a moment," Xu Xiaoshou, however, waved his hand at the uncle and went straight to Jiang Qi, stating plainly: "The Three-Aversion Pupil is not in my possession, and I have no desire to antagonize your clan's Half-Saint. I am not an enemy of the Holy Slaves; by nature, I never take the initiative to attack."

Jiang Qi was startled, not understanding what this masked person intended. Xu Xiaoshou, however, spoke calmly, "Whether you believe it or not, you might want to pay attention to this organization, Hell Lords. I believe that for them to entrust the Three-Aversion Pupil to a junior, your Jiang family must possess other Tear Family Eyes. And so... you understand."

He said no more. Xu Xiaoshou ceased speaking. He knew Jiang Qi was intelligent and that he didn't need to elaborate. The true Bazun An would not intentionally antagonize a Half-Saint. But! There was also no need to intentionally foster good relations. Therefore, a mere hint was enough.

After speaking, Xu Xiaoshou simply turned to the Storyteller and said, "Let them out!" The Storyteller hadn't yet realized which one was Xu Xiaoshou, so Xu Xiaoshou had to transmit a message to him: "I am Xu Xiaoshou." The Storyteller then understood and immediately released the Jiang family members from the small spatial world, returning them to the Heavenly Prayer Forest.

Having inexplicably exited the small spatial world of Yin and Yang Life and Death, Jiang Chaotian now knew he was free. But at the same time, he had lost all leads! Meanwhile, Jiang Qi on the side was deep in thought. "What did he mean?"

Initially, Jiang Qi thought the masked Bazun An was real, after all, he had been to Heavenly Sun Manor. But then the slovenly uncle's Illusionary Swordsmanship was so exceptional that she no longer believed the masked man was Bazun An; it was possible the slovenly uncle was Bazun An. However, the masked man who spoke to her last could command the Storyteller! Which Bazun An was real and which was fake was irrelevant. What was important was that the small spatial world of Yin and Yang Life and Death was unique in the world, belonging to the Holy Slave's Storyteller. This meant that the Storyteller in the red dress was absolutely real. Spatial power was too rare. No one could imitate that. So, the masked man who didn't make a move in the end, *he* was the true Bazun An? But if that were the case, then the fake slovenly uncle, with his sword intent and such exquisite Illusionary Swordsmanship...

"Ugh!" Jiang Qi suddenly clutched her head, groaning, feeling a splitting headache. She was going to drive herself crazy trying to figure it out! "It's not important... It's not important..."

Trying to discard all of this, Jiang Qi turned back to Jiang Chaotian, who was continuously treating Young Master Jiang's injuries, and said, "Senior, we might have a way out."

"A way out?" Jiang Chaotian didn't even turn his head, clearly too dispirited to respond.

"Yes." Jiang Qi, however, was very certain. Recalling the words the masked Bazun An had said to her at the end, a very bold and frightening deduction suddenly formed in her mind. She said: "I dare not speak lightly of our clan's Half-Saint, but since the Three-Aversion Pupil is so important, why was it lost in such a mysterious way? Perhaps, this is just a lead set by our clan's Half-Saint?"

Jiang Chaotian's healing movements paused. He suddenly turned his head, and his eyes regained their vitality. That's right! The Hell Lords, this organization, was clearly an enormous fish. Even before the Three-Aversion Pupil was lost, he, Jiang Chaotian, as a Path-Slicer of the Jiang family with formidable intelligence capabilities, had never even heard of this organization's name. Yet, the Hell Lords had grown to possess the Injured Mystery Sword, Soul Cleave, and two Tear Family Eyes!

Jiang Chaotian opened his mouth to speak but suddenly stopped, looking back at Young Master Jiang. In his arms, Jiang Xian's eyes were now clear of bloodstains. At this moment, his eyelashes fluttered, showing signs of waking up.

"He's not dead!" Jiang Chaotian was overjoyed. Immediately, he composed himself and turned to Jiang Qi, saying sternly, "Since you say you dare not speak lightly of Half-Saints, then do not speak lightly of Half-Saints."

Jiang Qi nodded, "Yes." Yes. Bai Yi was coming. They couldn't discuss it here; they would discuss it back home. This matter had to be made clear. As for now, they should confirm the identity of the victim and let Bai Yi seek justice for Young Master Jiang!

After all, darkness should inherently be conquered by light!