Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

Lü Yang felt that this was the moment he needed to step forward.

By now, he had seen through the mastermind’s intent. Clearly, it was to fundamentally deny the life the Demon-Suppressing True Person had lived while wielding the Sword of No Killing.

‘This is a blow aimed at the heart.’

【Sword Intent】was a cultivator’s lifelong obsession, a concentration of their will. When strong, it was as firm as steel, unshakable in resolve; when weak, it was like a paper tiger, crumbling with a single push.

The Demon-Suppressing True Person’s【Sword of No Killing Intent】was exactly such. If he were truly shaken by the doubt, denial, or criticism from someone he had once saved, then this【Sword of No Killing Intent】would undoubtedly weaken. When that happened, he would no longer be able to suppress the overwhelming fortune pressing on him, and would immediately begin seeking the Golden Core!

‘…We must not let them succeed.’

Lü Yang believed he had discerned the scheme of the Evil-Banishing True Person and Bodhisattva Guang Ming. He stepped forward, ready to shield the Demon-Suppressing True Person—yet felt a weight on his shoulder.

“Don’t.”

The Demon-Suppressing True Person gently pressed his shoulder and shook his head, then walked forward. Looking at the old man, he said, “Though the Pure Land is resplendent, it is by no means a place of true kindness.”

“What they call Buddhist cultivators are labeled righteous nowadays, but in my eyes, such cultivation has always belonged to the ranks of demonic heresies. Though it may grant temporary benefits, it leaves behind endless poison. I know your fear is born from your nearing end of life, and that you were tempted by their persuasion. It’s fine. This is human nature.”

The Demon-Suppressing True Person gazed calmly at the old man.

His eyes held no killing intent, no pressure—but under that gaze, the old man found himself almost unable to maintain eye contact.

He didn’t dare look.

Was it guilt? A guilty conscience?

No.

—It was anger.

“…Don’t look at me with those eyes.”

A moment later, the old man trembled, gritting his teeth and speaking softly: “Has anyone ever told you? Your eyes aren’t the eyes of someone looking at a person at all!”

It was a strange sensation. In the old man’s perception, the Demon-Suppressing True Person’s gaze wasn’t directed at a living person, but rather an object—an item full of cracks that required careful handling. That’s why he had shown such patience.

How could he ever trust the Demon-Suppressing True Person?

From beginning to end, the man hadn’t even treated him as a human being. Could his words then be trusted? Who’s to say he wasn’t just manipulating and deceiving?

For a moment, the old man felt a wave of frustration coalesce in his chest.

On the other side, the Demon-Suppressing True Person was also stunned.

“My eyes?”

He paused for a moment, then chuckled. “So that’s it. This is why you doubt me? You misunderstood… I don’t look at only you this way.”

As he finished, Lü Yang noticed the Demon-Suppressing True Person glance at him.

It was eerie. Just a glance—but Lü Yang could read the man’s thoughts: like looking at a thriving stalk of chive, or a priceless treasure.

Even without that gaze, Lü Yang already felt the man had ulterior motives toward him. But now, that look turned his suspicion into certainty.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator’s spiritual senses were incredibly keen.

In contrast, the Demon-Suppressing True Person’s gaze was simply too strange.

Clearly, it was imbued with a mystical power capable of stirring spiritual perception—hence why just a glance made one so unsettled.

But what was so mystical about it?

“I’ve lived my life without killing anyone.”

The Demon-Suppressing True Person offered an explanation: “However,【Sword of No Killing Intent】is easy to cultivate but hard to maintain. Therefore, at times, I must not view people as people.”

At those words, both Lü Yang and the old man were dumbfounded.

That simple?

Because he refused to kill, he had to sometimes not view people as people… So in the Demon-Suppressing True Person’s eyes, was I truly a fine stalk of chive?

In the literal sense?

‘That’s absurd…’

Lü Yang kept those words in his heart.

The old man, however, said them aloud and scoffed coldly, “You think such absurd nonsense can brush me off?”

But the Demon-Suppressing True Person didn’t argue. He asked in return: “Then Shi Yuan, what will you do?”

He looked at the old man with the same calm eyes.

In his mind, the old man had merely been used by those with ill intent. It was best to talk him down and prevent him from getting caught in this storm.

But the old man refused.

He gritted his teeth. And in one regard, Lü Yang’s guess was right—if the target hadn’t been the Demon-Suppressing True Person, and if someone weren’t backing him to guarantee safety, how could a rogue cultivator ever dare make a scene at the Sword Pavilion?

And yet, he still came.

“…Kill me.”

After a brief silence, the old man spoke, meeting the Demon-Suppressing True Person’s eyes. “Behead me. If I survive, then all you’ve said is true.”

“If I die, then let my death show the world your hypocrisy.”

“Good idea. Let’s do that.”

The Demon-Suppressing True Person nodded approvingly, clearly full of confidence—for those beheaded by him truly never died.

“Clang!”

Before the old man could respond, the Demon-Suppressing True Person had already drawn his sword. The【Sword of No Killing】flashed past like a goat’s horn hung on a tree—subtle and traceless—as it swept across the man’s neck.

In the next second, a head flew into the air.

No blood was shed.

But before the Demon-Suppressing True Person could speak, the old man’s eyes suddenly flew open, face twisted in agony, and from his mouth came a thunderous cry:

“Painful, so painful!”

As the words fell, although he had clearly been beheaded and no blood had flowed, the body and head suddenly burst forth like a river of blood!

In an instant, the Demon-Suppressing True Person’s hand holding the head was soaked in red. And that head, after shouting, closed its eyes. All life faded from his face and, within moments, it became the head of a dead man—rolling from the Demon-Suppressing True Person’s hand to the ground.

A soul quietly drifted out, filled with boundless resentment, and fell into the【Underworld】.

‘He’s dead.’

“He’s dead.”

The first voice arose from the crowd, then rapidly spread and turned into thunderous roars, declaring one truth:

The old man, Mo Shiyuan, was dead!

The【Sword of No Killing】—famed across the world for taking no life—had claimed its first soul, slain by the hand of the Demon-Suppressing True Person himself!

“Master…”

Lü Yang looked cautiously toward the Demon-Suppressing True Person.

Only to see him slowly shake his head.

“Sigh…”

The second sigh carried intense【Intent】, so much so that Lü Yang felt a wave of unprovoked, overwhelming sorrow.

As for the others, they outright broke into sobs.

‘【Sword Intent】!?’

Lü Yang’s heart was shaken. Though both wielded【Sword Intent】, the Demon-Suppressing True Person’s【Sword of No Killing Intent】was on an entirely different plane.

At this moment, even without activating it, the mere overflow of genuine emotion had influenced everyone’s mood!

Even Lü Yang, who had also comprehended【Sword Intent】, could not resist it—showing just how far the man had walked down this path.

Meanwhile, deep within the Piercing-Earth Abyss—

The Evil-Banishing True Person suddenly rose, face filled with excitement: “It’s done…! His【Sword Intent】has lost control!”

From the beginning, he never expected Mo Shiyuan’s verbal rebuke to matter. Only death was key to the trap he’d laid!

‘A man like the Demon-Suppressing True Person—how could a few words shake him?’

‘To shatter his【Sword Intent】, to make him unable to suppress his growing fortune and force him to seek the Golden Core by offering a sword sacrifice… you have to start at the root—his【Sword of No Killing Intent】.’

‘【Sword of No Killing Intent】?’

‘I will force you to kill! The moment you do—your【Sword Intent】will collapse instantly!’

At that moment, the Demon-Suppressing True Person also understood it all as he watched Mo Shiyuan’s death. That was why he had sighed a second time.

‘My【Sword of No Killing Intent】, and the sword arts it stems from, are all enshrined within the family.’

‘For someone to tamper with my intent, and make me kill… it could only mean they went to the family and obtained the sword arts I left behind.’

‘If it had been taken by force, I’d have sensed it.’

‘So… the Ye family offered it up willingly.’

Understanding all this, the Demon-Suppressing True Person couldn’t help but feel a wave of sorrow—so intense it disturbed even his control over his【Sword Intent】.

Today’s plot came from within the Sword Pavilion. The old man’s death was due to betrayal within the family.

‘So that’s how it is… Neither the sect nor the family can bear to let me live.’

“Boom!”

In the next instant, the Demon-Suppressing True Person’s robes turned blood-red. From the shattered【Sword of No Killing Intent】, a towering killing intent erupted!

Evening: Three more chapters to come.