My Journey to Immortality Begins with Hunting-Chapter 105 - The Blood Blade Patriarch - Part 2

The man in the lead was none other than Tie Sha, his face etched with severity and his eyes burning with murderous rage. The four men behind him were his confidants, originally four seventh rank experts. Now, it seemed only two remained.

The disciples realized in a flash. They were never the true target, just bait to draw Tie Sha away.

Tie Sha surveyed them, his gaze settling on a simple-looking man named Zhao Yi.

“You explain,” he ordered.

Zhao Yi stepped forward and recounted everything. He talked about the underground market’s claim of a joint county-wide auction...and how everyone had hurried off, only to find no event at all, then spent ages searching to no avail before returning. Finished, he dismounted and knelt. “I was foolish, Sect Master.”

The others followed suit. “We were all foolish.”

Tie Sha’s face was stony, but he waved them up. “Enough. Rise. I don’t blame you.”

He took a breath, voice low and icy. “The jianghu is cruel, dangerous at every turn. From now on, it’ll be even worse. You are the future pillars of the Blood Blade Sect. Treat this as a hard lesson learned.”

They rose slowly, relief mingled with dread. Tie Sha spurred his horse forward, an elderly companion at his side. Hooves squelched in the muddy ground as they stopped before the tall iron gates. A sickly copper smell of blood seeped from beyond. Inside, all was unnervingly silent.

From these signs, Tie Sha could already guess much. They’d been lured out, someone had attacked the inner district, and now the question was what remained within these walls?

Were the invaders victorious? Or had the sect’s defenders managed to prevail?

Regardless, someone should be on the walls by now.

Tie Sha glanced at the burly man beside him—one of his attendants who still remained. The big fellow took a deep breath and roared in a booming voice, “Is anyone there?! Show yourself!”

His shout echoed like a lion’s roar, making everyone’s eardrums thrum. Yet no response came from beyond the iron gate, only an oppressive silence.

Tie Sha eyed his inner disciples. He said calmly, “Two of you, push open the gate.”

No one was eager to volunteer. Everyone knew the risk. This could easily be an ambush.

Surprisingly, Fang Chengbao stepped forward. “Sect Master, I’ll go.”

Tie Sha shook his head. “No, you won’t. Fall back.”

Fang Chengbao blinked in confusion as Tie Sha continued, “Cao Li, Chen Shi, you two, go.”

The two named disciples paled. They were among the least promising in the group, and they knew it. Their faces flickered with anger and dread, but they had no choice. Each moved to one side of the iron gate, gathering their energy to push. Yet the doors remained locked from inside, refusing to budge.

Tie Sha frowned. “Climb over.”

Without a word, Cao Li and Chen Shi began scaling the wall, using cracks in the masonry for handholds. If there had been guards posted above, it would have been impossible, but no one was there to stop them. Within seconds, they scrambled to the top and peered down. What they saw made them stiffen like men plunged into an icy lake.

Tie Sha narrowed his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Cao Li turned, face ashen. “They’re...all dead. Everyone.”

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Tie Sha’s brow furrowed. “Open the gate.”

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In Silver Creek, within a hidden upper room, a gang of freebooting thugs stood around Blood Scissors. At that moment, one of them rushed in, crossing the threshold in long strides and reporting breathlessly.

“Tie Sha’s back!”

Blood Scissors leaned forward, grin feral. “Have they started fighting?”

“No. Tie Sha went inside, but there’s no sign of any battle.”

Blood Scissors’s eyes widened. “Something’s off...”

He turned to one of his men. “You delivered our message to the Fragrant General?”

“Iron Guts left for the mountains ages ago. The general will rally his troops and march on Silver Creek tonight. Meanwhile, we and the Sun Family’s people will join forces, wiping out all resistance and seizing Gemhill County.”

Blood Scissors paced, frowning. “No good. I need to see things for myself. Claim we came to help the sect after hearing rumors the Sun Family was attacking. Let’s go.”

He hastily set out with three other eighth rank fighters, leaving orders for the rest to wait. Upon reaching the inner district, they found the gate already open...giving them a clear, grisly view inside. Mangled corpses littered the streets, the stench of blood rising in a suffocating wave.

Blood Scissors’s eyes grew round as he recognized familiar faces—Sun Jiangang, the Sun Family's head, cut in half down the middle, his expression frozen in horror and disbelief. Nearby lay Wei Yang in an equally miserable state.

They’d been killed instantly. Someone had done what no one else in Gemhill County could do. Blood Scissors’s mind reeled as panic hammered his thoughts. If that unknown force could kill Sun Jiangang so easily, it could certainly snuff him out as well.

Just then, Tie Sha rode up, a ragged beard framing his blood-splattered face. His chest rose and fell with suppressed rage, like a beast struggling to keep its fury leashed. There was nothing uncertain about the carnage on display—Sun Jiangang and company had been crushed in a single devastating blow.

Tie Sha also knew that Elder Liu lay slain in her home, Elder Tian had vanished save for his blade near the meat field, and the demon enclosure and puppet pavilion were littered with bodies. From all this, he could piece together the general flow of events—but not this final horrific twist, the utter annihilation of the invaders.

Now Blood Scissors knelt, feigning humility. “Sect Master, my apologies... We arrived too late to be of use. I beg your forgiveness!”

Tie Sha stared down at him, eyes full of smoldering wrath. Yet he held it in check, his complexion shifting as if a storm raged behind his gaze.

Dozens of top-ranked foes lay scattered here—rivals on par with Tie Sha himself, including the Sun Family’s greatest talents and even Wei Yang. They’d all died in the same moment, leaving behind a bloodbath far beyond reason.

Some hidden force had intervened, breaking the siege in one terrifying stroke.

Blood Scissors could feel sweat trickling down his back. He didn’t know who that someone might be, only that such power could crush him just as easily. Fear coiled in his stomach.

Tie Sha, breathing hard, suddenly raised his voice in exultation, “It must have been the Blood Blade Patriarch! Our ancestor has returned! He’s the one who slew these villains. Patriarch! Are you here? Please show yourself!”

A frantic light shone in Tie Sha’s eyes as he all but shouted with childlike joy. Several Blood Blade Sect disciples stared, stunned. Then Old Ding, white-haired yet youthful in bearing, bowed and spoke in a reverent tone.

“The sect master refers to the Blood Blade Sect’s past leader of a century past. It was his guidance that helped Tie Sha reach such lofty heights. Now he’s come back to us once more! I wasn’t permitted to speak of it before, but since the sect master has revealed it, I too greet the Blood Blade Patriarch with utmost respect!”

“Patriarch!”

“Blood Blade Patriarch!”

“Patriarch!”

“Blood Blade Patriarch!”

The sect disciples rallied to the cry, their voices rising in excited worship. A legend in a time of chaos, a living ancestor, was cause for jubilation indeed.

Meanwhile, Blood Scissors looked on in cold sweat, mind racing as the truth sank in. If someone could butcher Wei Yang and Sun Jiangang without breaking a sweat, there was no point in resisting. It was suicide.

He stayed just long enough to make an excuse, claiming he had to check on Union Town, and fled.