Chapter 54: From This Day, Two Brothers Are Gone

As soon as the words fell, Elder Jian and Elder Liang each launched their attacks.

"What a disgraceful collusion!"

Ke Zhen'e, whose temperament was as fierce as fire and could not tolerate the slightest impurity, saw the situation, concluded the two groups had already colluded, and waved his hand, firing another poisonous spire toward Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji felt a deep sense of injustice!

Just as he was about to speak to defend himself, the poisonous spire had already been launched.

"You blind fool truly cannot tell good from bad!"

After waving his hand and sweeping a sword forward, Qiu Chuji was seething with anger, cursed, and attacked Ke Zhen'e again.

"Brother, be careful!"

Zhu Cong warned him, then gestured to advance, but Elder Liang had already drawn a blade and charged at him; a iron fan blocked the attack, and the two fought together.

Ke Zhen'e had already recognized the sword's sound and swept his staff horizontally to block a strike; seeing this, Elder Jian also brandished his blade and attacked Ke Zhen'e.

"Hmph! I, a humble monk, need not…"

"Daoist Qiu, rest assured! Our Beggar Sect stands with you today, in advance and retreat!"

Qiu Chuji saw the scene, let out a cold snort, was about to rebuke the Beggar Sect for meddling, when Elder Jian resolutely declared his stance.

Qiu Chuji's face flushed red with suppressed fury; before he could speak, Ke Zhen'e swept past Elder Jian's long blade, then swung his iron staff at him, shouting curses:

"Shameless scoundrel, you falsely claim to be one of the Seven Disciples of Quanzhen! How could Master Chongyang's lifelong reputation produce such a traitor! Our eighteen‑year pact ends today!"

Qiu Chuji, seeing his master insulted, felt his anger instantly erase the last trace of clarity; his eyes flashed like lightning, and he unleashed a fierce mournful song strike of the Quanzhen Sword Technique, combined with the Quanzhen Heart Method, striking Ke Zhen'e mercilessly.

Elder Six Quan Jinfa, standing nearby, saw Qiu Chuji's ferocity; though his brother's heart was insufficient, he used his left hand to block a Beggar Sect disciple with a Mountain Palm, and before his brother Ke Zhen'e could raise his staff, his right‑hand iron rod rushed forward to meet it.

The sword and iron rod clashed; Quan Jinfa felt a massive force travel along the iron rod, numbing his wrist, and as the rod slipped from his hand, his body kept stumbling backward.

Elder Jian, seeing this, flashed a murderous glint, and without hesitation thrust his long blade fiercely at Quan Jinfa!

"Ugh"

Quan Jinfa hadn't steadied himself when the bright blade pierced his chest, spouting fresh blood from his mouth, and his body collapsed limp.

"Sixth Master!"

Guo Jing, hiding nearby and anxiously watching the masters, saw Sixth Master fall with a knife and shouted loudly, then rushed forward recklessly. Before he could close the distance, Elder Jian swung his blade to strike, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, the blade paused, and finally he kicked it away.

"Sixth Brother!"

"Sixth Brother!"

"Sixth Elder! Jing'er!"

The other brothers and sisters, hearing Guo Jing's cries, saw Quan Jinfa lying motionless and couldn't help shouting in grief and anger, trying to approach.

Han Xiao Ying, seeing Guo Jing kicked away by Elder Jian, disregarded Sixth Brother Quan Jinfa, and with a furious sword thrust, lunged forward at speed.

Elder Jian saw the cold flash of the blade; though prepared, he was still insufficient against its speed, and, unable to block, he desperately rolled to the side.

"Sss!"

"Ah!"

Seeing the sword flash from one side, Elder Liang heard a "Sss" and then a searing pain struck his shoulder, causing him to scream wildly.

Han Xiao Ying was about to continue the attack, but the other Beggar Sect disciples had surrounded Elder Jian protectively; considering Guo Jing's safety, they halted and rushed toward him.

"Seventh Master! Whimper… What happened to Sixth Master?"

After Han Xiao Ying helped Guo Jing up, he ignored his own pain, and upon seeing Quan Jinfa on the ground, he wailed and sobbed.

"Sixth Brother! What happened to Sixth Brother?"

Ke Xiazi, hearing the siblings' anguished cries and not seeing Sixth Brother, sensed a grim fate, and immediately launched a poisonous spire, wildly swinging his iron staff at Qiu Chuji, shouting in bitter rage:

"Today, blind one, I will not rest until we kill each other!"

Qiu Chuji saw several fighters fighting to the death; after all, they were once admired chivalrous figures, and his spiritual gate briefly regained a hint of clarity, intending to pause, but Ke Xiazi's iron staff was already smashing toward him.

Qiu Chuji unsheathed his sword to block the poisonous spire; the suppressed fury flared again, and he immediately employed the Quanzhen Sword Technique against him.

Elder Two Zhu Cong, seeing Sixth Brother silent, grabbed his iron fan and lunged at Elder Jian for revenge; Elder Liang hurried to block, and the two clashed back and forth.

Han Baoju, seeing this, also brandished a golden dragon whip, striking the wounded Elder Jian; Elder Jian's right‑hand blade barely blocked, and the remaining Beggar Sect disciples hurried to surround him, the chaotic fight merging.

Elder Four Nan Xiren, seeing his elder brother faltering, suppressed his grief, drew his long sword and slashed sideways at Qiu Chuji; Qiu Chuji responded with a drunken revelry strike of the Quanzhen Sword Technique, and after several moves, Nan Xiren's long sword slipped from his hand.

Ke Zhen'e attacked again; Qiu Chuji set aside Nan Xiren and blocked once more, and as they exchanged blows, Ke Zhen'e gradually weakened.

Nan Xiren, seeing this, employed a Southern Mountain Palm, leapt toward Qiu Chuji's back, pressing him; Qiu Chuji felt the rear palm wind pressing, swung his sword past Ke Zhen'e's demonic staff, then with a reverse three‑flower gathering palm, his right‑hand treasured sword thrust forward.

"Puff—"

The long sword pierced the chest, spouting a mouthful of blood that splattered across Qiu Chuji's face, turning it scarlet.

"I"

Qiu Chuji's forehead heated up; the impromptu sword he added surprised even himself, and for a moment he even altered his usual "humble monk" address.

Before he could continue speaking, Nan Xiren's body had already gone limp and collapsed.

"Fourth Brother!"

"Fourth Brother!"

"Fourth Elder!"

"Fourth Master!"

Seeing the tragedy, Elder Two Zhu Cong was the first to shout, followed by Han Baoju, Han Xiao Ying, and Guo Jing, all voicing their grief.

Ke Zhen'e, hearing the siblings' mournful cries again, thought to himself that Fourth Brother had already…

Qiu Chuji heard the staff wind whistling toward him, suddenly snapped awake, raised his hand to draw his sword and block, then swiftly rolled to the side.

Seeing the two former drinking companions lie motionless, he felt an indescribable emotion; his sword had never taken the life of a chivalrous person!

When Ke Zhen'e still pressed the attack, Qiu Chuji swiftly sheathed his treasured sword, darted out of the tent, leaving only a voice from outside the tent:

"Let today end here!"

——

"Master Uncle, you lied to me."

After Yang Kang slowly regained consciousness, his gaze was scattered, his eyes hazy as he stared at Niu Dingtian, full of resentment.

At this moment his face was pallid, showing signs of weakness from overexertion; his whole body wilted like a frost‑bitten eggplant.

Sorry for the typos and garbled sentences, thanks.

I thank again the few readers who pointed out flaws and even scolded, and also the few readers who gave serious feedback—often a single word makes a difference to the reader's feeling. As this is my first book, I will reflect on any harsh words. You have made a great contribution to this book. I hope you continue, thanks.

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