Li Xuan Yi Qin

Chapter 16 A Little Extortion

Li Xuan's words fell, and everyone present turned to stone.

Stab himself with a low-grade spirit sword?

What kind of absurd move was this?

And after stabbing himself, he had actually broken through to the Martial King realm!

Were Martial King realm experts so common that one could just level up like that?

Recalling Li Xuan's previous words, this person truly had a secret. However, the greed in many people's eyes quickly subsided, as Li Xuan was now a Martial King realm expert.

"Strange, why does Li Xuan have so many low-grade spirit swords on him? Could it have been him who bought spirit swords at the Treasure Pavilion earlier?" Qian Duoduo, standing behind Qian Fuyu, glanced at Li Xuan with a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

"Behind Li Xuan, could it be that person?" Qiu Zhen of the Treasure Pavilion was also present and recognized the low-grade spirit swords Li Xuan produced as those sold in his pavilion. Qiu Zhen immediately began to speculate, though he had not yet realized that the buyer was Li Xuan himself.

"You said you wanted to leave the family, so be it." As Li Xuan broke through to the Martial King realm, Li Wenwu fell silent for a moment before looking at Li Xuan and saying. As fellow Martial King realm experts, Li Wenwu had lost his advantage. Furthermore, if a fight were to break out, Li Xuan, with nothing to lose, could potentially flatten the entire Li family. As the head of the clan, Li Wenwu had to consider his kin.

However, Li Wenwu was deeply unwilling. This was a Martial King realm expert! A seventeen-year-old Martial King realm expert, and he had forced such a person to leave the family!

"Not fighting anymore?" Li Xuan sneered upon hearing this, then his gaze shifted to Li Wenzhe, who was looking at him with extreme shock. "We don't have to fight, but this person must be handed over to me for disposal. Otherwise, it's a fight to the death!"

"He is, after all, the head of your lineage." Li Wenwu remained silent for a moment before replying. Li Xuan's aggressive stance angered Li Wenwu, but he dared not truly fight. Even if he could suppress Li Xuan today, the other four would likely not let him off easily. If he were to perish, the Li family's situation would be dire.

"The moment he spoke, he ceased to be the head of my lineage. Oh, and you've forgotten something, I'm no longer part of the Li family." Li Xuan shook his head.

"Li Xuan, I only wished for the five lineages to develop. Whether it be you or even my own life, if it could lead to the rise of the five lineages, I would not hesitate!" Li Wenzhe said righteously upon seeing this, but the flicker of fear in his eyes betrayed his true thoughts.

"Since that's the case, then you shall die." Li Xuan chuckled lightly upon hearing this, then with a thought, he tossed a spirit sword directly towards Li Wenzhe. After launching the sword, Li Xuan's gaze locked onto Li Wenwu. Seeing this, Li Wenwu sighed helplessly. Li Xuan's actions were clearly testing whether he would intervene to save Li Wenzhe. If he did, Li Xuan would likely retaliate. Faced with the entire Li family and Li Wenzhe, Li Wenwu slowly closed his eyes.

"Patriarch, save me!" Li Wenzhe cried out loudly as the spirit sword flew towards him, but there was no movement from Li Wenwu even after the sword pierced his body.

"He is dead, are you satisfied?" Li Wenwu said in a deep voice. To allow Li Xuan to kill the head of a lineage before his very eyes, in front of the other four great families, and yet be unable to intervene, was simply too much. But Li Wenwu had no choice but to endure. All he wished for now was for Li Xuan to leave quickly, at least so that the Li family would not be fundamentally harmed.

"Yes, satisfied." Li Xuan nodded indifferently.

"Since you are satisfied, then leave." Li Wenwu said.

"Hmm, I want to take my parents' spirit tablets." Li Xuan said, then walked directly towards the ancestral hall. A moment later, Li Xuan emerged carrying two spirit tablets.

"Hmm, I seem to remember something else. Just now, weren't the four of you preparing to take things from me?" Li Xuan stopped in the middle of the square and looked at Zhao Wuji and the others. Zhao Tianlong and the other three's expressions changed. They had initially thought Li Xuan would let this matter slide, as they might have had a chance to suppress Li Xuan if they had joined forces with Li Wenwu. But they hadn't expected Li Xuan to bring it up so directly, clearly intending to settle the score.

"Little friend Li Xuan, it was our fault earlier. We beg for your forgiveness. I have here one hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones. We hope you will accept them." Zhao Wuji said with a wry smile, cupping his fists.

"Hmm, Patriarch Zhao is indeed understanding. In that case, I will not hold the previous offense of Patriarch Zhao against you. Patriarch Zhao, actually, I was still thinking that even if I couldn't defeat your combined forces today, I could still escape. From now on, I will watch over you. As soon as one of your family's disciples comes out, I will kill one. Now, it seems I've lost some of the fun." Li Xuan nodded with satisfaction, then took the ring tossed by Zhao Wuji and put it into his spatial artifact.

As Li Xuan finished speaking, the patriarchs of the Qian, Sun, and Wang families all changed their expressions. They understood Li Xuan's intention behind his words. Moreover, as Li Xuan said, a Martial King trying to escape was something they truly couldn't prevent. But afterward, their family disciples would likely not even dare to step out of their homes. The three of them could only offer wry smiles, being lectured by a junior to such an extent. Of course, they also cursed Zhao Wuji in their hearts for offering one hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones right from the start. If they offered less now, wouldn't they lose face?

"Uh, little friend Li Xuan, I also have one hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones here. I hope you will accept them."

"Little friend Li Xuan..."

"..."

"You are all too kind. I was just asking casually. However, since the four of you are so generous, I will not refuse." Li Xuan smiled and accepted the rings handed over by the four, his heart filled with joy. Four hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones meant he could purchase eight more low-grade spirit swords.

Zhao Wuji and the other three felt a tightness in their chests, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

This was like stabbing them in the heart.

"Everyone, farewell. Hmm, perhaps not farewell, as I will be leaving Qingcheng soon anyway." Li Xuan waved at everyone and then, with a smile, turned and walked towards the city gate.

"Uh, little friend Li Xuan, please wait a moment." Just then, a voice rang out. Li Xuan stopped and looked, only to see Qiu Zhen, the Pavilion Master of the Treasure Pavilion.

"Pavilion Master Qiu, is there something?" Li Xuan asked curiously.

Qiu Zhen's heart became even more certain of his previous thoughts. At Li Xuan's age, he wouldn't have seen Qiu Zhen before. With this in mind, Qiu Zhen smiled and cupped his fists, "I wonder if little friend Li Xuan would do us the honor of visiting our Treasure Pavilion?"

"To the Treasure Pavilion? Alright." Li Xuan was slightly taken aback, then remembering he still needed to purchase some low-grade spirit swords, he nodded in agreement.

"Little friend Li Xuan, please." Qiu Zhen was overjoyed and gestured with his hands.

As Li Xuan and Qiu Zhen departed, the expressions of those remaining in the square were incredibly complex, but a voice soon attracted everyone's attention.

"Patriarch Li, shouldn't the contracts for those three spirit mines be returned?" Zhao Wuji said, looking at Li Wenwu. The other three family patriarchs also looked at Li Wenwu.

"You may take them back." Li Wenwu sighed and waved his hand, sending four contracts flying towards Zhao Wuji and the others.

Soon, Zhao Wuji and the others departed. Only the Li family disciples remained, looking at each other with bewildered expressions.

"Everyone, go back." Li Wenwu said weakly, waving his hand, his eyes filled with regret.

Sword cultivator!

A seventeen-year-old Martial King realm!

The Li family had suffered a great loss this time.