Chapter 128: The Brothel's Disgraced Patron, Exposed

Outer Gate of the Xuanyuan Sect.

After a full day of cultivation, Gou Haitian and Chi Xiangdong felt they had gained much and began to relax.

Gou Haitian whispered, “What do you think? Has Brother Su advanced his realm?”

Chi Xiangdong rolled his eyes and replied irritably, “Does the realm really matter? He’s at the peak of the Seven Spirits Realm, yet he still got injured by the Demon Jade Soldier.”

Gou Haitian nodded. “I also want to refine my spells—to cultivate every technique to perfection!”

Chi Xiangdong closed his eyes, unwilling to engage. Cultivating every spell to perfection? That was wishful thinking.

Firstly, there wasn’t enough time or talent.

Secondly, it was simply impossible.

The Brothel Swordsman was unique in the entire continent; there could be no second.

Gou Haitian knew this too and was about to say something when suddenly a cultivator shot toward them.

Chi Xiangdong snapped open his eyes, recognized the newcomer, then closed them again. “Friend Qin, give it up! It’s already good enough to enter the outer gate; you want to get into the inner gate?”

The newcomer was Qin Hongyi.

She said calmly, “How will I know if I don’t try? In the outer gate, I have no chance to do anything for him!”

Gou Haitian’s mind drifted to some inappropriate thoughts.

Chi Xiangdong advised, “Friend Su will come out one day; just wait patiently. Aren’t we all just waiting?”

Qin Hongyi was surprised. “You also owe him Xuanshi?”

Chi Xiangdong shook his head. “He promised me he’d visit my clan once.”

Qin Hongyi turned and headed toward the Outer Gate’s main hall.

Chi Xiangdong called out, “Where are you going?”

“I have to try. After all, owing three hundred million superior Xuanshi is a huge pressure!”

Inside the Array Formation Hall, four or five hundred disciples and elders mingled together.

It was rare to see so many disciples standing shoulder to shoulder with elders.

The hall was utterly silent.

All cultivators’ eyes were fixed on the wall.

On the wall hung a painting of a tower—the tenth level’s lamp was still lit.

A lit lamp meant the level hadn’t been passed.

Not passing meant no new record.

Everyone held their breath.

Even without breaking the record, it was still legendary.

After all, the previous record holder was a godlike figure.

Su Yizhao was now inside the tenth level.

After nine fierce battles, he had finally reached the tenth level.

The first two levels were relatively easy, requiring little effort.

Starting from the third level’s hellish battle, each level grew more difficult.

So difficult that he had nearly given up.

Hell spirits, northwestern barbarians, eastern demons, unknown foreign cultivators, even the soul-devouring tribe that invaded the continent millennia ago—each appeared in pairs.

He faced life and death, barely escaping with his life.

In the end, relying on years of law enforcement experience and sheer will, he seized an opportunity and launched a counterattack.

Yet now, he wanted to give up.

Opposite him stood a young man.

A very ordinary young man.

Neither handsome nor remarkable, just like himself.

Yet he felt as if facing a formidable foe.

He knew passing this level would be incredibly difficult.

Not just difficult, but a fight for his life.

Even if he fought desperately, success was uncertain.

The likely outcome was mutual destruction.

He was ready to give up.

Suddenly, the young man smiled and spoke to him.

“You little brat!”

He was startled.

Damn! It spoke?

Before, those were just projections of the array, but how could this person speak?

The young cultivator’s eyes were bright, as if a real person stood before him.

Noticing his surprise, the young man waved his hand and said, “I deliberately left this here.”

Su Yizhao still didn’t understand.

“You won’t get through. Just leave.”

The young man’s tone was calm, like stating a fact.

Su Yizhao nodded.

If it weren’t for the fact that healing and energy restored after clearing a level, he wouldn’t have passed this far.

Now, he was tired.

A weariness of spirit.

Mental exhaustion.

“This record was set by me ten years ago. By my prediction, no one will break it within three thousand years,” the young man said confidently.

Su Yizhao slowly lifted his head.

“For me, cultivation is too easy. So I only spend a little time on it, devoting most of my time to other studies!”

Su Yizhao suddenly said, “You’re so arrogant! Do you realize that?”

Stay humble!

Don’t get proud just because of some achievements.

No matter how powerful, how powerful can one be?

Can all spells be perfected?

Do you have the ‘Mystic Qi Creation Technique’?

Su Yizhao felt the bagua pattern on his chest warm slightly.

The young man shook his head at him.

Su Yizhao was stunned.

Damn!

Not only could it speak, it could hear him!

This defied logic.

Was this a real person?

“You don’t understand!” the young man said softly. “No one in the world understands! What’s the point of cultivation? If one could invent a method or pill that grants mortal men the power of cultivators without cultivation, wouldn’t that benefit the world?”

Su Yizhao stared blankly at him.

So it wasn’t a real person.

No!

It really wasn’t human.

A human wouldn’t think like this.

Cultivation is to defy heaven’s will.

Without enduring hardships, how could one gain powers beyond mortals?

It was simply—

Unreasonable!

Su Yizhao said nothing further.

He usually did not converse with madmen.

“I’ve set one record after another, each unbreakable by my peers! Including the voice system in this array, all developed by me!” the young man said softly.

Su Yizhao slowly clenched his hands behind his back.

Confidence was good.

But overconfidence deserved a beating.

“So I believe that one day, I will discover that method! Ha ha, ha ha ha… Now get lost!”

The young man’s ordinary face twisted into a grimace.

His wild laughter echoed everywhere.

Su Yizhao was puzzled.

Damn!

Such a madman remains here, is there no one who can defeat him?

Hearing this recorded message, wouldn’t others want to attack him?

Despite his confusion, he wasn’t going to indulge anyone.

He waved his right hand, and a jade token appeared in his palm.

This jade token was his identity token.

It was said that if broken, a great sect power would come to his aid.

He had to try it to be safe.

What if it failed in a critical moment?

Su Yizhao slowly clenched his right hand into a fist.

“This jade token… should be replaceable, right?”

No sooner had he spoken than his fingers crushed the jade token into fragments.

Inside the Array Formation Hall, four or five hundred cultivators stared at the tenth level.

The lamp on the tenth level had just gone out!

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

One breath passed.

Two breaths.

Suddenly—

A thunderous sound shattered the silence!

“Broken!”

“Broken!”

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...!”

Countless communication talismans shot out instantly.

Inside the talismans was only one sentence, six characters long:

“The Brothel Swordsman has broken through!”

After a short moment, all the elite disciples awake within the Xuanyuan Sect’s inner gate murmured the same phrase:

“The Brothel Swordsman has broken through?”

What did it mean?

How depraved the world had become!

Could such words be spread everywhere?

Meanwhile, outside the Xuanyuan Sect’s outer gate, Shi Yongsu, just returned from the brothel, was stopped by Qin Hongyi.

“Manager Shi, I want to enter the inner gate!”

Shi Yongsu’s eyes widened.

She was quite beautiful, but speaking such nonsense in broad daylight?

“Please ask for me!”

Shi Yongsu saw her seriousness and couldn’t help but respond, “Ask whom?”

“The inner gate’s Grand Elder!”