Chapter 1214: Lu Yang's Death

Above the heavens, the master and disciple held their breath, facing each other with swords drawn; their powerful auras made heaven and earth fall silent for a moment.

The two greatest sword cultivators of the present age clash—within a flash of lightning and sparks, they exchange hundreds of moves; a moment's distraction decides victory or defeat.

As the senior apprentice sister's words faded, the speechless Daoist looked with relief at Lu Yang—it turned out his junior disciple had grown this much without his knowing.

Well then, it's time to let go.

"After careful thought, Master, since I have never admitted defeat in this life, I might as well try the taste of surrender; Master has decided, Master will surrender..."

Swish—

Sharp sword qi came straight at him, forcing the speechless Daoist to gather his qi to resist.

Before he could speak again, Lu Yang instantly moved to stand before him.

Clang—

Their eyes locked, swords collided, heaven and earth trembled!

"Master, what did you just say? I didn't hear clearly—are you saying you believe you will surely win? I thought the same—Master, you will win..."

"Good disciple, Master is old now—I can't beat you!"

The speechless Daoist, who had been holding his sword with one hand, suddenly gripped the hilt with both hands, exerted fierce force to press Lu Yang into a disadvantage, and directly interrupted Lu Yang's words.

Immediately afterward, he exerted fierce force again; Lu Yang felt the figure before him was no longer human, but a continuous mountain range, immeasurably heavy—whenever he tried to speak, he felt his Master's strength increase another fraction, cutting off his words!

The Shadowblade Sword and Seven Stars Sword set flew out from the Azure Edge Sword's small world, forming the Immortal-Slaying Sword Array, which hovered above Lu Yang's head.

The speechless Daoist took notice, having heard this was a spoil of war obtained by Little Zhi from Emperor Yu's Martial Yao; Little Zhi also said this Immortal-Slaying Sword Array could pursue as far as the Qilin Immortal!

Enough to see how powerful this sword array is!

With the Immortal-Slaying Sword Array above his head, Lu Yang felt his body lose control and plunged to his knees with a thud, his posture remarkably proper.

"Disciple, in the end, is not as good as Master..."

"Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate!"

The speechless Daoist roared, his sword's brilliance fully revealed—gorgeous as a rainbow, icy cold as frost, pointing straight to heaven; the Immortal-Slaying Sword Array shattered, Lu Yang became like a meteor shower, plummeting straight to the ground, blasting out a bottomless pit.

The speechless Daoist spat out a mouthful of blood, one hand bracing on the ground, the other clutching his chest, trembling like chaff in a sieve.

"Although 'Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate' is my ultimate technique, its cost is enormous—I no longer have the strength to..."

Accompanied by a dragon's roar, the earth trembled; Lu Yang used Shrink the Earth to appear beneath the speechless Daoist's feet, sword qi transformed into a dragon, the dragon seized the speechless Daoist and shot straight into the sky.

The speechless Daoist's body shuddered, shattering the dragon-shaped sword qi, and he returned to the ground.

The two realized that outright surrender was impossible—they would always be interrupted; only by defeating the opponent, rendering him speechless, could one truly surrender.

In that case, it's simple enough.

"Let one move decide victory or defeat!"

"Exactly what I was thinking!"

"Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate!"

"Immortal Sword Art!"

Both gathered their strength, their breaths simultaneously rising to the peak, and unleashed their strongest sword techniques!

The Sword Dao blazed brilliantly, illuminating the night as if it were day; the entire Questioning Dao Sect could feel the two sword qi clashing!

Space trembled, dust flew.

Lu Yang, unable to match the speechless Daoist, was flung backward, as if stripped of all strength, crashing through two mountains and embedding himself in the cliff face of the third.

Seeing Lu Yang motionless, the speechless Daoist flew over triumphantly to show off.

"Good disciple, in the end, you are not as good as..."

The speechless Daoist was about to admit defeat when his expression suddenly changed—the aura of Lu Yang, pinned to the cliff, was rapidly fading!

"What's wrong with you!"

Lu Yang, on his last breath, raised his hand, wanting to reach out and touch the speechless Daoist, but he was too weak, lacking strength.

"Master, after all, is Master... disciple's skill is inferior... dying without regret..."

The speechless Daoist frantically poured spiritual power into Lu Yang's body, but Lu Yang was like a leaking balloon—whatever was infused flowed out just as fast.

Those who had been eating while watching the battle rushed over upon seeing this; seeing the scene, they all fell silent.

"Little Zhi, hurry and save him!" the speechless Daoist said anxiously.

Yun Zhi helplessly shook her head—even she could not reverse this situation.

The Immortal Fairy flew out from Lu Yang's body, flung herself onto his chest, and wailed loudly.

"Little Yangzi, how could you just die like this—"

"It's all this Immortal's fault for failing to protect you!"

"How can this Immortal live without you!"

Weeping with pear-blossom tears, eyes blurred, those who heard were moved.

The entire scene fell silent, save for the Immortal Fairy's weeping.

Master and disciple fought for the sect leadership, ultimately ending with the speechless Daoist slaying his junior disciple—a struggle for power and position, brother turning against brother, a tragic affair in the mortal world unmatched in its sorrow.

"By the way, this Immortal can give you the embryonic form of the Immortal Dao Fruit!"

"... Then there's no need for it."

Lu Yang used his last strength to stop the Immortal Fairy from reviving him, haltingly urging: "Master... disciple has nothing else to say before death... only wish you to be a good sect leader... lead this sect to glory..."

"Senior sister is quite tired... don't let her continue as acting sect leader..."

"Good, good, I promise, Master promises you!" the speechless Daoist said, hastily gripping Lu Yang's gradually cooling hand.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yang seemed to have set down a burden, his body turned cold, his wrist limp and drooping, and he passed away with a smile.

His breath was gone—clearly, he had died.

The speechless Daoist remained silent.

"Ah, no, Master, since you already agreed, I don't need to pretend to be dead." Lu Yang followed the earlier atmosphere and pretended to be dead, but halfway through he realized something was off.

Master already won, so why are you still pretending?

"Playing dead?!" The Silent Daoist quickly pressed Lu Yang back down.

"Your last wish, I, as your master, will fulfill it. Good disciple, just go in peace."

Lu Yang rose with the Silent Daoist's hand on him, and the Silent Daoist couldn't hold him down: "I'm really still alive."

The two stared at each other, and the Silent Daoist uncertainly asked: "Playing dead?"

"Playing dead."

The two fell silent again, then heard the Silent Daoist draw his sword and slash: "You little brat, dare to trick me!"

Lu Yang rolled aside to avoid the fatal strike: "Master, when you taught me to fight, you said to use wit and courage!"

"I never taught you to match wits and courage with me! I'll hack you to death, you unworthy disciple!"

"Heavenly Law!"

Lu Yang transformed into a spiritual lifeform, causing the Silent Daoist's sword to miss.

"Don't dodge!"

"Don't slash!"

The two ran circles around the crowd, tossing and turning for half a day until both were exhausted, and only then did they calm down.

The Silent Daoist stopped, pointed at Lu Yang, and laughed heartily: "Alright, you little brat, you're something—more lacking in virtue than me!"

"I said you little brat don't need my teaching! I can't teach you to be like this."

"Then as previously agreed, this sect leadership is still mine."

Seeing his master laugh, Lu Yang couldn't help but laugh too, and the laughter of master and disciple echoed continuously through the mountains.

"Then all sect affairs will be handled by the master." Yun Zhi stood to the side and said.

The Silent Daoist immediately couldn't laugh anymore.

(End of Chapter)