Chapter 609

One, two, three, four black shadows immediately rose from the ground; the next moment, like one ferocious beast after another, their limbs hit the ground and at incredible speed they swooped toward Le Zhuang and Wang Ping'an.

"This time, I actually want to see what kind of effect your pile of broken copper and rust can produce!"

Kong Yuan Si sneered, not paying much attention; holding Le Zhuang who was fleeing with Wang Ping'an, even if Kong Yuan Si's leg weren't crippled, he still couldn't get there, at least not past the black shadows. What he cared about was the hovering Flying Sword.

Obviously it was the life‑saving artifact that Xuanqing Daozhang gave Le Zhuang or Wang Ping'an; at that moment all Xuanqing Daozhang's attention was on Xuanqing Daozhang, and whether it was Le Zhuang or Wang Ping'an, Xuanqing Daozhang glanced at them, thought they were ordinary people and didn't bother to watch further; in Xuanqing Daozhang's view a single black shadow was enough to seize them.

He never imagined.

That they both possessed the life‑saving artifact granted by Xuanqing Daozhang, causing Xuanqing Daozhang's black shadows to fail to capture them, and making him the butt of Zhu Xing's jokes.

Kong Yuan Si was a bit annoyed, yet he never kept the crucial Flying Sword that saved Le Zhuang and Wang Ping'an in mind—it was just an ordinary Flying Sword.

Although Kong Yuan Si hadn't examined it closely and didn't know the exact condition of that artifact, from what Xuanqing Daozhang was currently using—a superior magical tool—how could it possibly grant Le Zhuang and Wang Ping'an a more powerful life‑saving artifact?

At most.

That is, that artifact must have a special property, such as being usable without expending mana, allowing it to act at a critical moment.

"Damn, sending so many things to chase us, you really think highly of me, don't you?"

Le Zhuang couldn't help glancing behind, and saw one black shadow after another, like beasts, flying toward them; his heart startled, his peripheral vision caught the Flying Sword still hovering in place, and he couldn't help praying:

"Divine Sword, oh Divine Sword, you must lend us strength; both my life and this child's depend on you!"

Xuanqing Daozhang watched Kong Yuan Si dispatch more black shadows to hunt Le Zhuang and Wang Ping'an, and not a hint of panic showed; instead Xuanqing Daozhang's face was filled with unmistakable delight as Xuanqing Daozhang said:

"Now!"

As Xuanqing Daozhang spoke, Xuanqing Daozhang's aura surged; the black shadows that had been evenly matched with Xuanqing Daozhang were instantly shattered by Xuanqing Daozhang's sweeping long sword, turning into clusters of black mist. Before those mists could be devoured by other shadows, Xuanqing Daozhang leapt, leaving afterimages, and lunged toward Kong Yuan Si.

"You damn thing, those two little brats suddenly fled because of you; you wanted them to distract me so you could ambush?"

Kong Yuan Si sneered again, seeing Xuanqing Daozhang rise suddenly and display a clearly stronger ability than before; he remained unflustered, his face full of mockery, and disdainfully said:

"These are the leftovers from my past games…"

Before Kong Yuan Si could finish speaking, a thunderous blast erupted as a spell was unleashed, intended to push back Xuanqing Daozhang, widen the battlefield, and let the black shadows employ the Human Sea Tactic; a deafening explosion rang out, generating wave after wave of massive energy that raged everywhere.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"

Kong Yuan Si's complexion changed drastically; the spell he cast was no ordinary technique, but one of his trump cards.

Even if Xuanqing Daozhang were only at the early Golden Core stage, let alone the later stage, Xuanqing Daozhang was confident Xuanqing Daozhang could drive him back.

No one had expected that Xuanqing Daozhang would easily break it.

The terrifying collision formed a massive surge of energy; fortunately he reacted in time, forming a barrier in front of him.

Like a copper wall and iron shield, it withstood the raging energy; the barrier, under the onslaught, cracked repeatedly, clearly showing the ferocity of the surge. One black shadow after another around it was directly destroyed.

"How did you become so powerful all of a sudden—damn!"

Kong Yuan Si suddenly grew extremely serious, about to probe whether Xuanqing Daozhang had used a secret technique; before he could finish, a flash of Flowing Light vanished, and as he tried to turn, he was a step too slow; a "Boom!" rang as the copper‑wall‑iron‑shield barrier shattered.

"Pfft!"

A long sword pierced through Kong Yuan Si's body.

"Cough cough!"

Xuanqing Daozhang coughed violently a few times, gestured with Xuanqing Daozhang's right hand, and the flying long sword immediately returned to Xuanqing Daozhang's hand; seeing Kong Yuan Si's corpse on the ground, Xuanqing Daozhang's face showed unmistakable delight and the joy of avenging a great hatred, and Xuanqing Daozhang said:

"I am a Ziyang Palace Disciple after all; if I lacked skill, how could I avenge my parents?"

His parents, like Wenjun's parents, died on the road of fleeing famine; however, the ones who killed his parents and Wenjun's parents were not Kong Yuan Si but another group of famine refugees—no, those people were no longer refugees, they weren't even human.

He records his parents' grievance onto Kong Yuan Si's body because Xuanqing Daozhang learned from Xuanqing Daozhang's master that the famine was caused by Kong Yuan Si; had it not been Kong Yuan Si, his parents wouldn't have had to flee; their family wasn't wealthy but at least owned a few acres of thin land, enough to sustain them.

Injustice has its source, debt has its debtor!

Naturally he pins his parents' vengeance onto that beast Kong Yuan Si.

This novel you…

Just.

When Xuanqing Daozhang learned that the true killer of his parents, Kong Yuan Si, had died at Xuanqing Daozhang's master's hands, only then did Xuanqing Daozhang realize that for all these years Xuanqing Daozhang had not been pursuing Kong Yuan Si's trail.

Never expected.

Since Kong Yuan Si hasn't died!

"Is my master deceiving me, not wanting me blinded by hatred?"

Xuanqing Daozhang muttered to himself, countless tangled thoughts surfacing in Xuanqing Daozhang's mind; the notion lingered only briefly before Xuanqing Daozhang shook Xuanqing Daozhang's head, denying Xuanqing Daozhang, and said: "No, impossible, my master isn't that kind of person…"

"Of course, your master isn't that kind of person, because back then he almost killed me, but I was a step ahead and escaped; too bad your master doesn't know!"

A voice full of mockery and triumph rang out, making Xuanqing Daozhang's complexion change; looking up, Xuanqing Daozhang saw the Kong Yuan Si who had been pierced by the Flying Sword crawl up from the ground, his gaze at Xuanqing Daozhang dripping with unmistakable sarcasm, and Kong Yuan Si said:

"You're right, you truly are a Ziyang Palace Disciple; I underestimated you, didn't expect you had this trick. If I hadn't had other means, I might truly have died at your hands, but you must have used a secret technique to forcibly boost your strength; I wonder how long you can keep it up?"

"How…"

Xuanqing Daozhang, seeing Kong Yuan Si resurrected, was startled, suspecting a trick; Xuanqing Daozhang's peripheral vision caught the horrific wound on Kong Yuan Si's body, the organs inside clearly visible; a quick glance made Xuanqing Daozhang realize, and with a grim face Xuanqing Daozhang said:

"Are you a Corpse Cultivator?"

(End of chapter)