Chapter 90: Slaughter

Ming Qitian supported this weak, withered arm. The old man's body was as light as paper. It was hard to imagine how he had just launched a fierce, bloody fight against that tough dragon body with this body.

Ming Qitian poured Qi into this body, stopping the wound where life was flowing away.

Although Qi borrowed from others was not very convenient, it could indeed be used for combat. However, Yue Muzhou didn't have this plan now.

He took Zhanxin Liuli from Ming Qitian's hand.

"Although Zen Master Zhaokong was known as a master of martial arts, before that, he was already a high monk in Buddhism," Yue Muzhou said slowly. The Immortal Lord was repairing His body minute by minute, but he didn't seem to care. "He realized the realm of 'Buddha looks at me' in Buddhism, and then associated it with whether he could truly get a look from Buddha if he used martial arts as a raft—he naturally firmly believed that Buddha truly existed in the world.

"He chased this possibility almost fanatically. Perhaps at some moment he truly touched it occasionally, otherwise, it couldn't explain how a Heavenly Tower expert became half-mad."

"Throughout the ages, half of the sword talents in the world are in Yunlang. If the threshold for the word 'sword talent' is set high enough, this is no exaggeration—this realm that Zen Master Zhaokong painstakingly pursued, your Yunlang Mountain had a predecessor who achieved it long ago." The old man's narrative speed was like a heavy river, very steady. "Unfortunately, this predecessor was someone who no longer—how does your Yunlang Mountain say it?"

"Abandoning the sword."

"Right, this is a secret sword style realized after he abandoned the sword. Not to mention Zen Master Zhaokong, even Yunlang's own mountain likely hasn't recorded this sword technique."

"Of course, this sword strike could not be recorded in books; it can only rely on 'seeing' and 'realizing'," the old man said. "I learned this sword from that old predecessor when I was nineteen, and I could only barely use half of it when I was twenty-three. You are stronger than I was; teaching it to you today can be considered returning the sword to the mountain. It just depends on when you learn it."

Yue Muzhou walked forward, his withered and thin body looking exactly like the surrounding old trees: "This sword strike cannot be considered too strong, but it is extremely dangerous to the user. Remember, it can only be used once a year."

At this moment, the Immortal Lord finally absorbed the last bit of dragon blood, and His broken body was completely replenished.

Yue Muzhou walked staggeringly, chuckling: "I hope the 'last sword strike' you mentioned is true, little cat. This sword might be able to hold on for two more strikes, but I can only throw one more."

"Of course," he said. "This sword strike is a must-hit sword strike."

The Immortal Lord didn't care what they were saying. The moment His injuries were fully healed, His golden pupils locked onto the bright bead under the black cat's feet.

Dust rose under His claws, and the Immortal Lord crashed over fiercely in an instant.

The old man met Him staggeringly.

The Immortal Lord's golden pupils were indifferent. Both sides were no longer at their peak, but it was just another fight.

He didn't have the rich emotions of humans. Neither victory nor defeat could affect Him. Even after losing to Yue Muzhou just now, He wouldn't lose a shred of confidence in victory—or rather, He didn't have such a thing as confidence at all, and He didn't have a heart for victory or defeat. He just always went all out to achieve His purpose.

A majestic momentum rose from the old man.

He stood as straight as a pine, his right arm straightened and pointed diagonally downward, while the sword was held horizontally, the tip resting on his lower back.

It looked somewhat like a government runner resting his hand on his waist saber, but it was straighter, and thus more solemn.

The Immortal Lord suddenly felt a gaze.

A gaze from the high and distant blue firmament.

The "Life Sense" trembled sharply. The old man walked toward Him, his fluttering black clothes appearing like a curtain that could not be escaped.

He descended into this world, always looking down on everything with a high and distant gaze. This had nothing to do with power—even now, there were many beings in this world whose power was far higher than His.

This high and distant feeling came from level and status.

As a wisp of consciousness cut from the Taiyi True Dragon Immortal Lord, He came to this world like a master inspecting his pasture.

And now, for the first time, He was challenged in this status.

And the source of this challenge... was not unfamiliar.

He raised His head, knowing He had already lost.

This sword strike could not be dodged or avoided. Even with His dragon pupils that could see through everything, He couldn't find half a loophole, and even with the combat instinct He had harvested from "Dao," He couldn't make any block.

He became a prisoner bound and waiting to be killed, and Yue Muzhou was the executioner who raised the knife.

This sword strike wouldn't be too strong. Although it was enough to cut His body, it couldn't grind Him away almost entirely like the previous sword strike.

Unfortunately, this sword was called Zhanxin Liuli, and His consciousness was already like a candle in the wind.

The wind of the collision roared past.

Yue Muzhou and He crossed paths, holding his sword and slashing downward, Zhanxin Liuli hanging in front of him.

The Immortal Lord's body collapsed behind him, the gold in His dragon pupils slowly extinguished, finally becoming a pair of empty, gray-bright beads.

【Sword of the Immortal Looking Down】

He really slaughtered Him.

Not defeated, not killed; this sword strike was just like holding down a chicken's head and chopping it off with one knife.

This was naturally slaughter.

This Heavenly Tower expert who had pressed the city and seemed invincible, His corpse now lay here.

Everything fell silent. The high and clear autumn sky, the thick fallen leaves in the mountains, and the sparse wind brushed over everyone's faces.

Pei Ye witnessed this complete sword strike.

When he walked out of the forest, he just saw this sword strike being retracted into the old man's hand.

Pei Ye flew over and grabbed the swaying old man, holding his breath: "Grandpa Yue—"

Looking down at the large bloodstains on the black clothes, his heart turned cold.

Yue Muzhou laughed in a low voice: "It's fine, find me a place to sit."

Pei Ye supported him to lean against a tree, and the old man took a deep breath.

Turning his head to see the youth's stiff expression and body, the old man laughed: "Don't worry, there's still plenty of Qi, I can live for quite a while."

Pei Ye pursed his lips and didn't speak.

He turned his head to look. The black cat was carrying the bead over, and Ming Qitian was still staring blankly at the Immortal Lord's corpse, as if that sword strike was still lingering in her field of vision.

Being able to enter the realm of enlightenment that practitioners painstakingly pursue anytime and anywhere was also a privilege brought by the "Bright Mirror Ice Mirror."

"Girl," Yue Muzhou interrupted this realization weakly. "Whenever you think of it in the future, you can realize it again."

Ming Qitian woke up, turned around, and walked over quickly, squatting in front of Yue Muzhou.

"Senior."

"There is one thing that must be made clear early," Yue Muzhou said. "Pei Ye doesn't have a dantian seed. This—"

Yue Muzhou pointed to the bright bead: " 'The Bestowal of Emolument,' it must be given to him."

Pei Ye said anxiously: "You can still use it!"

Yue Muzhou shook his head: "Every time it awakens, it must have a new host."

"..."

"Okay," Ming Qitian nodded.

The old man said he would teach her this sword strike in the morning, and at that time, he had the intention of entrusting her with something.

But in fact, even if he didn't teach it, since "The Bestowal of Emolument" already had an owner, it was naturally up to the owner to decide where it went, and she wouldn't snatch it.

Not to mention that it was the old man who turned the tide and saved everyone.

"However," the old man continued, his expression becoming serious, "I hope you will bear this reputation."

Ming Qitian was stunned for a moment, understanding the old man's meaning.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 91 =====