Chapter 165: Destroying the Demonic Pool of the Turbid World

Duan Fengyun walked before Xiehuang, knelt on both knees, and said:

"Master, I am sorry.

It is all my fault that Senior Daohuang..."

Xiehuang helped Duan Fengyun up and said:

"Daohuang just said he did not blame you.

This matter cannot be blamed on you; this was simply a tribulation Daohuang was fated to face."

Zhu Huang picked up Daohuang's corpse, and he and Xiehuang walked toward the mountain behind Xiewang Dong.

Duan Fengyun and the others followed behind the two, walking with heavy expressions.

Duan Fengyun finally had the time to question the consciousness of the Demonic Blade.

"You dared to deceive me! I will not let you out again."

The Demonic Blade's consciousness laughed wickedly:

"Duan Fengyun, do not put on an act.

I left Daohuang's lifelong cultivation within your body; in such a short time, you have gained decades of cultivation for nothing.

I do not believe you are not excited.

We are both getting what we need; I get my Demonic Blade nourishment, and you get your cultivation."

Duan Fengyun ignored the incessant chatter of the Demonic Blade's consciousness; now, he had completely seen through it.

It was single-mindedly driven by profit, and even Duan Fengyun had actually fallen for its schemes.

Such a demonic entity should not be allowed to reappear in the Human Realm.

Duan Fengyun utilized the Dragon Vein to completely seal the shouting Demonic Blade's consciousness within his mind.

Duan Fengyun would never let it out again; even if he died, Duan Fengyun would not release it to wreak havoc on the Human Realm.

After Duan Fengyun finished communicating with the Demonic Blade's consciousness and suppressed it once more, Xiehuang and Zhu Huang, carrying Daohuang, arrived at a peaceful and quiet bamboo grove.

There was a small hut in the bamboo grove; it seemed this was the place Xiehuang had long prepared as his own final resting place.

Xiehuang looked at the bamboo grove, then gazed at Daohuang and sighed:

"This was originally the place I chose for myself. I did not expect Old Dao to leave before me and arrive here first.

In the hut, I have prepared a coffin, incense, candles, and paper money. You should go and clear them out first."

Xiehuang and Zhu Huang stood rooted to the spot, mourning the person while looking at the objects.

Duan Fengyun and the others were responsible for digging the pit; lacking tools, they used their weapons or bare hands to carve out a pit.

As people who lived by the blade, they did not need to be particular about etiquette or ceremony; they had always been content with someone to collect their remains.

After digging the pit, the group entered the small hut, which was completely empty.

Aside from a black coffin, there were only the incense, candles, and paper money placed on the table.

It seemed Xiehuang truly did not want to trouble those who came after him, having prepared everything himself.

With a heavy heart, Zhu Huang slowly placed Daohuang into the coffin.

With grief-stricken hearts, the group slowly closed the coffin and lowered it into the earthen pit.

Combining everyone's strength, a brand-new grave was soon erected.

Duan Fengyun arrived carrying a giant stone and said to Bu Jingyun:

"Yun, I will have to trouble you to polish a tombstone."

Bu Jingyun nodded, took out the Peerless Sword, and began to carve and chop at the giant stone.

Soon, a polished tombstone appeared before everyone's eyes.

After inserting the tombstone into the pit, it was time to engrave the characters.

Duan Fengyun patted Nie Feng and said:

"Feng, you should be the one to write the inscription on this stone.

After all, you are Daohuang's son-in-law; this heavy responsibility belongs to you."

After hearing this, Nie Feng drew the Snow Drink Blade, walked up to the tombstone, and began to carve.

"Tomb of Father Di Er Daohuang, erected by daughter Di Er Meng and son-in-law Nie Feng."

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After a series of tasks were completed, everyone began to burn offerings for Daohuang.

Zhu Huang and Xiehuang, with red and moist eyes, said:

"Old Dao, we are burning more paper money for you; you must take good care of yourself down there.

If we see you have grown thin when we come down later, we will be heartbroken.

If you run out of money down there, or if you miss us, just send us a dream.

We are leaving now; we will come to visit you often."

After burning the incense, candles, and paper money, Duan Fengyun and Xiao Tong helped the grieving Xiehuang and Zhu Huang away.

Although Xiehuang and the others had thought of this day when they first stepped into the martial arts world, none of them wanted to see others go before them.

Returning to Xiewang Dong, seeing the grieving Xiehuang and Zhu Huang, Nie Feng and the others knew it was not good for them to stay here, so they proposed to leave.

However, Duan Fengyun's doubts about the Demonic Blade had not been resolved; he needed to speak with Xiehuang alone.

"Feng, you all take Long Er and wait for me at the inn at the foot of the mountain; I have something to discuss with Master."

"Alright, then we will wait for you at the foot of the mountain."

After Nie Feng agreed, the group headed down the mountain.

Duan Fengyun looked at Xiehuang and said:

"Master, I would like to have a private word with you!"

Xiehuang nodded and replied:

"Let's go."

After the four of them walked into Xiewang Dong, Zhu Huang took Di San Xiaotong and went off somewhere unknown.

Upon reaching the Zhuoshi Mo Chi, the master and disciple, Duan Fengyun and Xiehuang, stopped in their tracks.

"If you have any questions, ask them."

After thinking for a moment, Duan Fengyun asked:

"Master, I want to know if the Demonic Saber was truly created by you."

Xiehuang seemed as if he had long known Duan Fengyun would ask this question.

He replied with a thousand thoughts racing through his mind:

"The Demonic Saber was indeed created by me, but it was also not created by me."

Then, Xiehuang began to recount the story of how he originally created the Demonic Saber.

"Back when I traveled the pugilistic world and established a resounding reputation, I felt the loneliness of standing at the very peak.

To pass the time, I tried to fuse everything I had learned in my life to create a new martial art.

But while learning is easy, creating is very difficult; I had learned too much, and fusing it all together was very messy.

After spending five years, I still had not made the slightest progress.

It was not until one day that I discovered this Zhuoshi Mo Chi here.

At the time, I felt this pool water looked very strange, but relying on my peerless confidence of being invincible under heaven, I jumped into the Zhuoshi Mo Chi.

And after my blood began to merge with the Zhuoshi Mo Chi, the concept of the Demonic Saber emerged in my mind.

Following the concepts in my mind, I created the Demonic Saber Nine Styles.

So this is also the reason why one must enter the Zhuoshi Mo Chi to practice the Demonic Saber.

And though I have searched for many years, I have never found the reason for the formation of this Zhuoshi Mo Chi."

Hearing Xiehuang's self-account, Duan Fengyun understood; as expected, the Demonic Saber was not created by Xiehuang alone.

It seems someone wanted to use Master's hands to create a Demonic Saber that severs all emotion and righteousness, bringing disaster to the common people.

Duan Fengyun looked at the Zhuoshi Mo Chi and the character "Demon," and after thinking, he voiced his own thoughts:

"Master, may I ask if you still wish to pass on the Demonic Saber?"

Xiehuang stared at Duan Fengyun and replied:

"Originally, I wanted to carve the Demonic Saber techniques into Xiewang Dong, waiting for someone fated to learn them.

But after this incident with Daohuang, I realized that the people of the world are not like you, possessing items to cleanse demonic nature; if it were obtained by someone with a

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wicked heart, it would be a disaster for the common people."

Duan Fengyun nodded and said:

"Master, our thoughts are the same. Why not destroy the Zhuoshi Mo Chi and this 'Demon' character formula right now?

Without the Zhuoshi Mo Chi, even if someone obtained the Demonic Saber techniques from me, they would not be able to practice the Demonic Saber without the Zhuoshi Mo Chi."

Xiehuang nodded and said:

"Good, disciple, I support you.

You shall destroy this Zhuoshi Mo Chi on my behalf.

I will not stay here; I fear I might not have the heart to go through with it."

After speaking, Xiehuang left in low spirits.

Indeed, with old friends gone, and now having to find a way to let his most proud saber technique be lost to history, anyone would feel uncomfortable.

Duan Fengyun could not concern himself with Xiehuang's feelings; he only wanted to destroy the Zhuoshi Mo Chi and let the Demonic Saber be lost.

He felt more and more that there was some great secret behind the Demonic Saber, so it was better to destroy it as soon as possible.

He first found the front of the "Demon" character, closed his eyes to feel the Demonic Saber techniques within it once more, then drew the Yellow Emperor Sword and slashed and hacked at the "Demon" character.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Under the Golden Sword Qi, the "Demon" character quickly crumbled to pieces.

Amidst a cloud of flying dust, the "Demon" character was no longer to be seen, and the place had turned into flat ground.

Duan Fengyun closed his eyes again and could no longer sense the Demonic Saber techniques.

After confirming that the "Demon" character was completely destroyed, he dragged his sword to the side of the Zhuoshi Mo Chi.

Looking at this pool of murky water composed of peerless, highly toxic substances, Duan Fengyun muttered:

"Regardless of who you are that left this behind on purpose, if you intend to bring disaster to the Human Realm and harm the martial arts world, I cannot let you remain."

Regarding the Zhuoshi Mo Chi, Duan Fengyun did not dare to destroy it recklessly as he had just done.

If the water in the Zhuoshi Mo Chi was not handled properly, it would be a disaster for the martial arts world.

The best plan for now was to use True Qi to evaporate it until dry, and once the pool water was dry, then destroy the magic pool.

Duan Fengyun sheathed the Yellow Emperor Sword, turned his hands into palms, and channeled his Cloud-Plucking Palm True Qi.

Duan Fengyun drew the water from the Zhuoshi Mo Chi into his hands and used the Cloud-Plucking Palm to evaporate it.

Everything proceeded smoothly at first, but the water in the Zhuoshi Mo Chi was difficult to evaporate.

After Duan Fengyun exhausted half of his True Qi, the water level of the Zhuoshi Mo Chi had only dropped by one-third.

"This won't work; with my own strength, it is difficult to evaporate the water in the Zhuoshi Mo Chi completely."

Duan Fengyun scratched his head in confusion, and he suddenly thought of the Dragon Vein on his back.

Since the Dragon Vein is the most upright and rigid object under heaven, what would happen if it were placed into the Zhuoshi Mo Chi?

Holding onto the idea of giving it a try, Duan Fengyun took off his outer garment and dove headfirst into the Zhuoshi Mo Chi.

Duan Fengyun, whose blood had long since merged into one with the Zhuoshi Mo Chi, did not feel the erosion of the Zhuoshi Mo Chi in the slightest.

And when the Dragon Vein within his body was eroded by the water of the Zhuoshi Mo Chi, his back began to emit bursts of light.

Duan Fengyun felt as if he were a glowing sun, continuously shining upon the pool water.

Under the illumination of his constant emitting of light and heat, the water level of the Zhuoshi Mo Chi continuously dropped.

Before long, the pool water in the Zhuoshi Mo Chi was evaporated dry by Duan Fengyun, with not a single drop of pool water left.

Seeing the results before him, Duan Fengyun nodded with satisfaction.

And the evaporated pool was filled with medicinal herbs and the skeletons of some animals.

Duan Fengyun sighed:

"This must be the most poisonous substance in the Human Realm that Xiehuang spoke of. It seems that over these many years, the Zhuoshi Mo Chi has indeed accumulated quite a few poisonous things; no wonder that after experiencing the Zhuoshi Mo Chi, he became immune to all poisons."

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