352 The Junior Martial Uncle of Mount Li that Makes Others Speechless

The snowstorm gradually calmed and the snowy plains were peaceful and silent.However, not too much time passed before the ground began to shake and themantle of snow began to loosen. Countless demon soldiers swept through thearea, headed south in pursuit. The shadow in the sky slowly returned to XuelaoCity. At some point, Black Robe had returned to the scene, with several DemonGenerals standing silently behind him. Silence once again reigned over thefield, with not a single sound to be heard for a very long time. The powerfuldemons seemed as if they had no idea what they should say. Who could havethought that the most powerful expert of the continent's south was actuallythis sort of person? "For a true expert to suddenly act so shamelessly is truly rather annoying." Black Robe's voice was as emotionless as ever. A random gust of cold wind blewpast and lifted up a corner of his hood, revealing his green-tinged lower jaw.The Demon Generals agreed with Black Robe deep down. For someone as strong asSu Li to actually use such a lowly trick, it truly would have surpassed theirexpectations. Perhaps this was the principle that the lowliest individual hadno enemies? Black Robe gazed at the trail Su Li had left behind in the snow. After a longperiod of silence, he continued to indifferently say, "He is already heavilywounded. Although he managed to conceal himself from His Majesty's eyes, thatfinal sword strike of his has by necessity used up his heart's blood. He hasnothing left to support himself.” One sword could not actually travel ten thousand li, but it was enough tocleave a sword path several hundred li long through the layers upon layers offormations set up by the demon experts. One could also imagine just howpowerful this sword was. It was just as Black Robe had concluded: even withsomeone as powerful as Su Li wielding the sword, an appropriately enormousprice still had to be paid. Six hundred li southwest of Xuelao City was a snow-covered mountain ridge. Thefrigid climate was not able to freeze everything. This mountain ridge waspervaded with white steam, as it contained many hot springs. A squall of snowsuddenly erupted by one of the hot springs. As the snowflakes gently drifteddown, the figures of Su Li and Chen Changsheng gradually emerged. Su Li had already returned the sword into the Yellow Paper Umbrella. His righthand lightly brushed off the snow that had fallen on the surface of theumbrella, his manner casual and indifferent. In comparison, Chen Changshengseemed much more miserable. His hands still tightly clutched the front portionof the Yellow Paper Umbrella. Sitting in the snow, he looked just like a beggarasking for alms. "Demons are clearly rather intelligent, but for some reason, they always actso stupidly. Those Demon Generals will definitely bring their soldiers duesouth in pursuit." Su Li turned his head and glanced at the path he had takenhere. His gaze, as sharp as a sword ray, pierced through the layers of wind andsnow, resting at some place in the distance. The corners of his lips perked upin an expression of ridicule. These words were not meant for Chen Changsheng. He was talking to himself, orperhaps consoling himself. But Chen Changsheng did not know this, so hesomewhat laboriously clambered up from the snow and said, "Senior, this placeis still within the demon territory. We should leave as soon as possible." Su Li seemed like he had just noticed the existence of this youth. He shot hima glance, but did not say anything, nor did he seem in a rush to leave. On thecontrary, he walked towards the hot spring beside them. Chen Changsheng loosened his grip on the Yellow Paper Umbrella and stared atthe man that had just walked into the hot spring, not understanding what wasgoing on. Suddenly, a cacophony of noise burst out around the hot spring. Some of thesounds were extremely shrill, like sharp sword rays slicing through the air.Other sounds were extremely loud and clear, like the booms of iron hammersfalling on stone. And some of the sounds were extremely muffled, like the soundof someone talking heard through several thousand zhang of deep water. With the clattering of sounds, countless powerful Qis floated out of Su Li'sbody. These were the sword intents from the metal swords of the Demon Generals,the storming intent of the metal staff, and the sinister intent of Black Robe.The rocks all around the hot spring were frozen solid by the cold, then one byone, they shattered. The snowy mountain ridge resounded with the whistling of swords and peals ofthunder. Even the gurgling hot springs enveloped in white steam were coveredwith countless cracks. Only after a long time was calm restored to the mountainridge. Su Li stood in the hot spring that did not even reach up to his knees,his long gown in tatters and his body covered in countless wounds while bloodincessantly flowed out. In the place close to Xuelao City, besieged by tens of thousands of demonsoldiers, attacked by over ten Demon Generals, calmly observed by the demonMilitary Advisor Black Robe, and with the will of the Demon Lord enveloping thesky as a shadow—this was the greatest assassination in the past several hundredyears. Moreover, Su Li had persevered for several days. His clothes had no tears and not even a speck of snow. He simply did not seemlike someone who had been heavily injured. However, the truth was that he hadalready suffered many severe injuries. The Demon Generals that he had beheaded,his exchange with Black Robe, and even the will of the Demon Lord had leftnumerous injuries and killing intents within his body. It was just that he had used his valiant will and superb cultivation toforcefully suppress these injuries and killing intents. It was only when heobtained the Yellow Paper Umbrella, took out the Heaven Shrouding Sword, cut apath through the snow, arrived at this place several hundred li away, andconfirmed that he would be safe for the moment, that he was finally unwillingto consume his true essence to suppress it all. Thus, the injuries and killing intents all exploded out in that instant. The vast majority of the killing intent had been forcefully gifted by him tothe snow-covered ridge, letting the world bear them all in his place, but theinjuries still remained on his body. His face was snow-white, his expression wearied. But his appearance was stillas unruly as ever. Hearing the whistling of swords and the rolling thunder, feeling theoverflowing of that terrifying and cold killing intent, and seeing Su Licovered in blood and the hot spring gradually being dyed red, Chen Changshengwas so shocked that his face lost color. His voice slightly trembling, heasked, "Senior… is Senior okay?" Su Li did not answer his question, but instead asked his own. "Are the MountLi disciples that were inside the Garden of Zhou okay?" Chen Changsheng shook his head. "I don't know." Su Li silently gazed at the pale sun that was so far from the snowy mountainridge, thinking about something or the other. Chen Changsheng was extremely concerned and asked once more, "Is Senior okay?" Su Li turned his body to look at him and asked, "Do you know who I am?" Chen Changsheng had previously thought he had guessed at the identity of thissenior, but later on, the actions displayed by this senior were a far cry fromwhat had been said about him. At that moment, he directly began to doubt hisown life, so naturally, he also began to suspect that he had guessed wrong. Hehesitantly asked, "May I ask Senior for his distinguished name?" Su Li replied, "I am Su Li." Chen Changsheng was extraordinarily astonished, not imagining that he hadguessed directly, that he truly had guessed right. Because he had never imagined that the legendary Junior Martial Uncle of MountLi was actually this sort of person. "And then?" he asked. Su Li was somewhat displeased and said reprovingly, "This order isn't correct.Let's go again." Chen Changsheng was at a loss. "Ah?" Su Li stared into his eyes and asked once more, "Who am I?" Chen Changsheng gazed vacantly back and said, "Senior is… the Junior MartialUncle of Mount Li, Su Li." Su Li asked, "In the tales, what sort of person am I?" Chen Changsheng did not understand why this senior covered in blood andfatigued to the extreme would ask these sorts of questions. After thinkingabout it, he still sincerely answered, "Senior is a rarely-seen genius of thepath of the sword. Senior has cultivated to the height of perfection since longago and could be considered a legend." On the face of it, this evaluation could very easily be taken as flattery, butChen Changsheng said it very sincerely because what he said was the truth. As aconsequence, the words that emerged from his lips seemed especially honest andtrustworthy, causing Su Li to feel incredibly satisfied. He looked at Chen Changsheng and said happily, "Junior, although your strengthis absolutely terrible, you can still be considered to have some experience." At this point, Chen Changsheng really did not know what to say. Seeing thatmore and more blood was flowing out of the wounds, he could not help but askonce more, "Senior, is Senior really okay!?" Su Li smiled and said, "You just said, I'm a rarely-seen genius of the path ofthe sword, I cultivated to the height of perfection since long ago and could beconsidered a legend." Chen Changsheng thought to himself, for him to remember every last word Isaid, it seems like there's nothing too serious. "So for a person like me, how could I not be okay?" Su Li said these words with a jubilant air. Then, like a stone pillar being chopped down, he fell forward, splashing intothe hot spring. Water splashed everywhere. The hot spring dyed red rippled while Su Li's bodybobbed up and down in the water. It took a moment for Chen Changsheng to understand that this senior had fallenunconscious. He hurriedly rushed into the hot spring and picked him up, thenplaced him on the ground by the edge of the hot spring. At practically the same moment his body hit the ground, Su Li began to snore.To hold on until now had truly made him very tired. Chen Changsheng did not know about this point. Looking at this senior, hereally did not know how to think. The words he had previously spoken were true. In the minds of the current generation of young cultivators, although Su Liwas not ranked amongst the Storms of the Eight Directions nor did he carry thetitle of Saint, he was their idol. Not even someone as egotistical as TangThirty-Six had any objection. This was because in comparison to the solemn anddivine Saints like the Divine Empress and the Pope, or in comparison to theinflexible Eight Storms like the Divination Elder and the Solitary Drunk Underthe Moon, the Junior Martial Uncle of Mount Li wandered the four seas, hissword singing everywhere. To these youths, he represented their yearning forfreedom and living as they pleased. And yet… the Junior Martial Uncle of Mount Li was actually such a person. Chen Changsheng could not keep track of how many times he had been afflictedby this emotion. He felt that the shock brought about by this senior was even greater than theones delivered by the Sword Pool and the Heavenly Tome Monoliths in the Gardenof Zhou. Seeing the carefree expression on Su Li's face and hearing his thunderousroars, he suddenly felt that Su Li was very similar to Tang Thirty-Six. Then, he thought about that evaluation Tang Thirty-Six once gave about him,that he and Xu Yourong were both people that made others speechless.