Chapter 20
Yu Tianyi’s voice resonated with assurance, “I will handle this matter. I will give you an explanation.”
Muchen tossed his longsword aside and declared in a cold tone, “No.”
Being challenged by Mu Chen like this, Yu Tianyi’s face showed a slight trace of embarrassment.
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At this moment, there were already quite a few people gathered in the sky above Yan Yang Palace. Since the last intrusion by demonic cultivators, and with no traces found within the sect, the security within Chongyun Sect had been heightened. Due to the trembling of the protective formation of Yan Yang Palace, most within Chongyun Sect assumed it was another attack by demonic cultivators and hastily rushed to support.
What they saw, however, was Elder Mu Chen, who rarely spoke and usually appeared extremely calm, wielding the legendary killing weapon. He left a sword cultivator utterly defenseless, viciously severing the opponent’s arm and showing signs of completely annihilating the opponent. The extent of Mu Chen’s ferocity left everyone shocked.
Bai Xunrong also sighed emotionally, “I’ve never seen the Senior Uncle this angry before. His temperament has changed quite a bit since this retreat.”
Liu Hanzhi silently watched Mu Chen, his brows slightly furrowed.
Noticing his reaction, Mo Jinyang smiled and asked, “Little Junior Brother and Senior Mu Chen have known each other since childhood. Have you ever seen him this angry before?”
Liu Hanzhi shook his head, his voice as cold as the sword in his hand, “Only when there’s something one wants to protect, does a person change.”
Mo Jinyang curiously asked, “Senior Mu Chen didn’t have anything he wanted to protect before?”
“Being able to keep one’s life is already fortunate enough. Aside from that, he has nothing,” Liu Hanzhi looked down at Mu Chen below, coldly stating before descending in front of him. Mo Jinyang rubbed his chin, trying to figure out the meaning behind that statement. But before he could ponder further, Bai Xunrong punched him with considerable force, hitting him in the chest with a thud. “Junior Sister, you—”
Bai Xunrong glared fiercely at him, “Don’t ask about things you shouldn’t. Senior hates it when people inquire about his life in the mortal world.”
Mo Jinyang held his chest in a delicate manner, leaning on Bai Xunrong’s shoulder, and pitifully said, “I was just curious. I won’t ask anymore.”
Bai Xunrong raised her proud chin and huffed, “Your curiosity will be the death of you sooner or later!”
Below, Liu Hanzhi had already drawn his treasured sword, a dragon’s roar echoing through the sky, just like a hundred years ago. He remained as the cold-faced child who had always stayed by Mu Chen’s side.
Mu Chen frowned and glanced at Liu Hanzhi, indicating that he should step back; this matter didn’t require his intervention.
Liu Hanzhi seemed to not notice Mu Chen’s signal, his gaze fixed on Yu Tianyi. The two sword cultivators emitted an overbearing killing intent that made the surrounding skin prickle and souls tremble.
Observing Mu Chen’s attitude towards Liu Hanzhi, Yu Tianyi’s gaze slightly chilled, showing no sign of weakness.
Gu Yunjue stood aside, narrowing his eyes and gripping the cage of the black duck with increasing force. Even his knuckles turned white. He thought, “Wow, Little Martial Uncle dares to make two wild men fight for him!”
Yue Mingze swung his sleeve and walked out with imposing steps. His delicate baby-face carried an air of authority. He bluntly declared, “Regarding today’s events, this seat will discuss them with Lord Yu Tianyi. As for this fellow daoist who unsheathed his sword within our Chongyun Sect, could it be that you intend to provoke the entire sect?”
This statement was quite domineering, perfectly capturing the demeanor of a sect leader. Yu Tianyi, however, looked at Mu Chen upon hearing it. He sensed a hint of hostility in Mu Chen’s gaze, causing his own eyes to narrow. He sheathed his sword in response. Upon examining Mu Chen’s eyes once again, Yu Tianyi could sense a trace of helplessness. Mu Chen didn’t believe him.
Yue Mingze felt stifled. This tall figure dared to disregard him as the sect’s leader. It was unforgivable!
Ji Qingyuan had an arm severed by Mu Chen. If the arm were still intact, it could have been easily reattached. Unfortunately, it was incinerated to ashes when severed, making regeneration impossible without a priceless Regeneration Bone Pill from the Medical Valley. Now that Yu Tianyi harbored resentment towards him, Ji Qingyuan’s fate after returning was uncertain. All of this was because of the person before him, who had forced him into a corner. Ji Qingyuan had grown to hate Mu Chen.
Seeing Ji Qingyuan glaring at him with resentment, Mu Chen snorted and his killing intent intensified. Today, he wouldn’t let this person leave alive no matter what. Only a dead man was truly safe.
Yu Tianyi naturally didn’t want to back down either. He had many questions for Ji Qingyuan, and considering their seniority and relationship as martial siblings, he needed to provide an explanation to the sect before taking any action.
Right at the moment when the atmosphere grew tense, Gu Yunjue, who had been watching from the side, suddenly spoke up, “Master, why is the spiritual energy on him black?”
The child’s tender voice carried a sense of puzzlement. While the question seemed innocent, it redirected everyone’s attention back to Ji Qingyuan. At present, Ji Qingyuan’s eyes were ferocious, the rims red, and his fluctuating spiritual power displayed great instability.
Those present were all well-versed in cultivation and naturally understood the reason behind it – Ji Qingyuan had fallen into demonic cultivation!
A person who was highly respected in the immortal realm and known for his gentle and gentlemanly demeanor had fallen into the demonic path!
Just how many hidden flaws must one possess to descend into demonic cultivation?
Yu Tianyi’s face instantly turned unsightly. It seemed like he had realized something; his eyes held an undeniable murderous intent. Without hesitation, he drew his sword. A few glimmers of cold light later, a pitiful scream began but abruptly stopped. The tainted spiritual energy, no longer pure, seemed to have been released from a container, dissipating in the blink of an eye.
Ji Qingyuan looked at his distorted hands, rapidly aging from fair to weathered, resembling the bark of an old tree. Yu Tianyi had directly severed his meridians; he had become a cripple. Two centuries of cultivation prowess vanished just like that?!
All those years of effort had been obliterated in an instant, his very life put at risk! Ji Qingyuan couldn’t understand where he went wrong, why he had ended up like this.
He believed his fate shouldn’t have been like this! It shouldn’t have!
The immense disparity between his expectations and reality made his anger uncontrollable. He wanted to scream in hysterics, but the Forbidden Voice Curse silenced his voice completely. His face contorted in madness and his appearance grew terrifyingly aged.
Mu Chen held Gu Yunjue in his arms, covering the boy’s eyes, afraid of frightening his disciple.
Yu Tianyi glanced at Gu Yunjue, his gaze deepening.
Mu Chen glared back in disapproval, his grip on Gu Yunjue tightening a bit more. His disciple was a sword cultivator genius; was Yu Tianyi eyeing his disciple’s potential, attempting to forcibly take him?
Yu Tianyi withdrew his probing gaze and asked Gu Yunjue, “I’m curious to know how this young friend perceived the anomaly in his spiritual power?”
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