Chapter 442: Fourth Hundred and Forty-Second Chapter: Cruel Enough to Oneself

"A great dream of a thousand years; I know not what era this is today!"

It was one thing for the person before his eyes to open their eyes, but they had actually started speaking. Their voice was extremely hoarse, like a dilapidated machine that hadn't been lubricated for a long time.

Yet, such a voice falling into the ears of Guoyufeng was like a sharp blade piercing his chest; it proved that this person before him was completely alive, the kind with consciousness.

It would be one thing if you said they were alive, but this person happened to be incredibly strong. Just the aura from a moment ago was enough to prove that they possessed the strength to completely crush him.

A mere display of momentum was enough to make him unable to move, unable to even flee. As for what it would be like if they fought, he could completely imagine it.

The number one expert who dominated the world hundreds of years ago—upon waking, their realm could jump three levels; dealing with a small shrimp like himself would be as easy as reaching for something.

"Ancestor!"

Lying on the ground, Caiwenkang's face revealed an expression of excitement, yet the muscles on his face twitched due to the strain of his injuries.

"Ancestor, this old scoundrel wiped out my entire Cai Family; I beg the Ancestor to take revenge for my Cai Family!"

"Cai Family? Your surname is Cai?" He turned his head stiffly and saw Caiwenkang, whose bones were mostly broken and who wore a miserable expression.

At this moment, the grievances, hatred, and that indescribable excitement on Caiwenkang's face—all these expressions were clearly visible.

However, upon seeing these, there was not the slightest ripple on the other party's face, as if all of this had nothing to do with him.

"You are surnamed Cai, but my original name is Luo, Luo Yunhe. The people of the world all called me the Long-walled Swordsman, and gradually, not many people knew my name."

"But your Cai surname and my surname are not the same. Young man, did you mistake me for someone else?"

"This, that shouldn't be, this place is where my Cai Family has guarded for generations, we have guarded it for hundreds of years, how could it be wrong?"

Immediately after, Caiwenkang seemed to understand something, and then he had a perfect explanation.

"Ancestor, perhaps after the Ancestor fell into a deep sleep, our ancestors feared that former enemies of the Ancestor would seek revenge, so they changed their names and adopted the Cai surname."

"If the Ancestor is willing, this descendant Caiwenkang is willing to change back to the original surname."

"I have pursued the Supreme Sword Dao my whole life and never married or had children; how could I have descendants?"

Shaking his head, Luo Yunhe's hoarse voice continued, "I remember a servant who served by my side and took care of my daily life was also surnamed Cai, named Cai He!"

"Cai He is the ancestor of my Cai Family; it was he who single-handedly founded my Cai Family!"

Hearing Luo Yunhe's words, Caiwenkang responded hurriedly. Although the Ancestor had changed from the expert before his eyes into someone else's servant, this gap was not small.

But it still counted as having some connection, which was better than having nothing at all.

Had he not seen Guoyufeng on the side still eyeing him covetously? If there was no connection at all, he feared this guy would be bad-mouthing him as soon as they got out.

"Is that so?" Luo Yunhe looked at Caiwenkang indifferently and shook his head slightly. "Back then, Cai He was a servant with low aptitude; he tried to apprentice under me several times, but I refused him."

"As a servant, he had no qualifications to practice Martial Arts, and his heart was not upright. If it weren't for the fact that three generations of his family were my servants, I wouldn't have kept him."

"Later, when I was focused on arranging my fake death and had no time to attend to other matters, he stole a portion of my Martial Learning and disappeared."

"I never expected that he would be able to find the place where I faked my death, and even have his own family guard this place for hundreds of years. He must have wanted to monopolize this place to obtain my inheritance."

"Sure enough, Cai He followed me for so many years and understood my living habits very well; only he could have found the place where I faked my death."

Gu Dan

Speaking of this, Luo Yunhe also felt a bit helpless.

"I had intended to wait for a fated person. If I died, all my learning would be passed on to this fated person. If I did not die, I would take this fated person as my disciple."

"I never expected that man proposes, God disposes; Cai He was actually able to find my location and occupy this place all this time. He was very smart, just a bit misguided."

"This..." All of this left Caiwenkang dumbfounded; this was not the same as the family legends he had heard.

He remembered that when he was young, his father and grandfather would boast to him about how powerful and amazing the Ancestor was back then; it turned out they were just gilding their own faces.

It was over; stealing someone else's Martial Arts in the Jianghu was a major taboo. If you were caught, they would definitely pull your tendons and peel your skin.

Their family was even worse; the ancestor stole someone's Martial Learning and secretly passed it down, even claiming it was their own.

If that were all, it would be one thing, but he even found the place where the person faked their death, and a whole family guarded it for generations, waiting eagerly to get the inheritance inside.

It turned out their family were house thieves, coveting someone else's family business. After stealing a small portion, they even thought about occupying the whole thing, and for this, they didn't hesitate to guard it for hundreds of years, generation after generation. In the eyes of others, how greedy must they be to do such a thing?

Not to mention that their ancestor was a house servant, the kind born into the household. It would be one thing to betray them as a servant, but he even wanted to turn around and occupy the other's family business.

What kind of affair is this? Whoever this happened to would be furious; if they met you, they would split you in half with one palm without even blinking.

Thinking of all this, Caiwenkang shivered. He looked at Luo Yunhe cautiously, feeling that his expressionless face was full of killing intent. He wouldn't kill him, would he?

"Phew!" Hearing all this, Guoyufeng breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought it was the ancestor of the Cai Family; now it seemed their family was nothing, not fit to be on the stage.

Even if he didn't kill them, this senior before him probably wouldn't let such traitors go.

Just at this moment, Luo Yunhe slowly stood up. His body was very stiff, and one could hear clicking sounds as he moved.

However, after a brief period of getting used to it, his originally stiff movements became smooth. With a shake of his body, the layers of dust that had fallen on him were all shaken off, revealing his original appearance.

He looked to be about forty or fifty years old, but his face was as chiseled as a sculpture. Beneath a pair of sword-like brows, his deep gaze seemed to have seen through the vicissitudes of the world, and an invisible domineering aura naturally leaked out.

This was the momentum cultivated by being invincible in the world for decades. Just standing here was enough to make most people bow down.

"Spiritual Qi Surge, the Great Contention Era!" He reached out and clenched his hand, feeling the powerful strength surging through his whole body, as well as the thick Spirit Qi rushing toward him from all around.

Such thick Spirit Qi was something he had never dared to imagine before.

Such an environment was enough to support countless Martial Artists in breaking their shackles and walking toward a higher peak; it was what countless people dreamed of.

Yet, in the Great Contention Era, old monsters run rampant, and slaughter is everywhere. According to records, a thousand miles of fertile land are all bones, and ten thousand miles of rivers are filled with drifting blood.

This era is a misfortune for ordinary people and a misfortune for ordinary Martial Artists, but it is a great fortune for geniuses.

Being able to fight against countless experts never seen before—even if one dies in battle, it is a death worth dying, far better than dying of old age on a sickbed.

For a moment, a surge of fighting spirit emerged and shot straight into the firmament, shattering layers of clouds. It seemed to carry a bit of unruliness and a bit of anticipation.

"Finally, I can cross hands with those legendary old monsters. I will tell them, I have arrived!"

"Longevity and long-lasting vision are not my wish; only those strong ones can stir my interest. I survived just to see how strong those so-called strong ones really are."

"I have enjoyed the loneliness of being invincible for too long; I hope you will not disappoint me!"