Chapter 435: Chapter 435

435: Chapter 422: Broken Leg 435: Chapter 422: Broken Leg Even though the majority of the righteous within the Demon Clan’s territory greatly disliked his protective behavior, they had no choice but to restrain themselves because of his status.

Though taking in a disciple from the Demon Clan was the only blemish in the life of this upright and dignified gentleman, the spot of ink on the white paper could not be concealed, but it would not warrant offending the authority and dignity of the Golden Immortal Sword Master.

Moreover, since the deceased was from Cangwu Palace and the Sect Master himself had not yet reacted, it was not their place to harp continuously.

The matter of Zhisu’s murder was temporarily suppressed, but it also planted a dark seed in everyone’s heart.

Though it had not yet sprouted, Fang Geyu believed that as soon as there was timely rain, this dark seed would inevitably grow into an uncontrollable towering tree.

The rain in Taiqi Mountain was frequent, incessant since the beginning of the conflict.

The righteous had paid a hefty price to execute all three thousand True Demons, but the various powers remained entrenched in the mountains and did not leave.

After all, the real threat of Shouhe hadn’t been uprooted, and the sacrifices made along the way shouldn’t result in a fruitless return.

A few days later, another incident occurred at Cangwu Palace.

This time, the catastrophe befell the Hall Masters in charge of laying down the barriers to purify Demonic Qi in the mountain, specifically the ninth Hall, Immortal Music Palace, Lin Xi.

Unlike Xuanwu Palace’s Zhisu, whose sudden and tragic death was unknown to all, Lin Xi returned to the camp with fatal injuries, on the verge of death.

As she returned, everyone knew that the spirit light of the ninth Hall Master from the netherworld was extinguished, her Spiritual Sense completely shattered, and she was beyond hope of survival.

Barely clinging to life, her first words were a request to see the Heavenly Seal Sword Master.

As she lay curled up in the Sword Master’s arms, her bloodied lips continually murmured, and since it was the method of transmitting voice, others couldn’t hear what she was really saying.

All they could see was her gripping the Sword Master’s wrist tightly, her eyes filled with the fierce resolve of someone catching their last light.

They could see the Sword Master’s usually calm brows gradually knit together, forming deep and intense furrows.

In the dim rain of the night, it seemed as if sparks of electric flame were jumping in his eyes.

Then, almost imperceptibly, he nodded, his voice barely audible, “I know.”

Lin Xi’s eyes widened suddenly, filled with profound shock and confusion.

The hand gripping his wrist dug in so deep that blood oozed from beneath her nails.

His palm rested on her back, channeling Spiritual Power, but it only prolonged the inevitable.

He took a deep breath, looked down at her, “I’ve understood everything you’ve said.

Is there anything else you wish to convey?”

Lin Xi no longer transmitted her voice.

The last words she left behind were…

“A disciple of the Sword Master must not be allowed to remain in the Mortal World!”

Fang Geyu saw the man’s palm tremble, and the hand that held his wrist finally relaxed, falling limply.

The beautifully manicured nails still bore the residue of his fresh, intense blood color.

A disciple of the Sword Master must not be allowed to remain in the Mortal World…

If the dead could not speak for themselves, one could say it was the boundless scheming of the filthy Demon Clan, but now, these last words from a living person before her death were as solid as ironclad evidence.

A cold shiver ran down everyone’s spine.

Indeed, the disciples of the Sword Sect were frightening, having first killed the Fourth Hall’s Zhisu and then annihilating the Ninth Hall’s Lin Xi.

These Immortals, who lived in legends, were killed one by one by her, leaving no one knowing who the next victim would be.

“Where does the Sword Master intend to go?” asked Yin Baishuang, taking the body of Lin Xi and watching him turn away, seemingly preparing to leave.

“To find my disciple.”

Having said that, he disappeared into the heavy rain, with no one able to sense even a trace of his presence anymore, as if all traces of him had vanished from the world.

He was gone for a full two days.

And after two days, the rain finally stopped.

The Sword Master’s presence once again emerged within the mountains.

Everyone followed that trace of his presence in pursuit.

In the end, they found him in a valley.

With the sky renewing its frosty hue, pristine white wildflower petals scattered among the roads and fields in wilted splendor, making the desolate valley appear pure and washed.

The Sword Master sat alone under an ancient withered tree, at a distance of three feet from him, the earth covered in petals was interspersed with spreading strands of crimson blood.

His disciple Arao knelt amidst the vast spread of blood, her black hair drenched and disheveled by the rain, her face as pale as a Fierce Ghost freshly pulled from the water.

Her frail body was trembling slightly, struggling to support herself with her hands on the ground, as if she had endured great torture.

Blood seeped and oozed from beneath the hem of her dress.

It was clear that just kneeling there was excruciating for her.

Because both of her leg bones…

Were it not for her arms’ desperate support, she would have collapsed entirely.

It was then that they realized, beneath the Sword Master, lay a ruler engraved with Heavenly Seal Sword Patterns, stained with trails of blood.

Even the Heavenly Seal Ruler had been taken out.

Everyone was taken aback, murmuring amongst themselves.

“How could he be so ruthless?”

“The Sword Master has only taken in one disciple in his entire life, renowned for his protectiveness.

He has always been so caring towards her; it is unbelievable that we are fortunate enough to witness the Sword Master in a rare fury, going so far as to break her legs.”

“It serves her right, this witch has killed two Hall Masters of Cangwu Palace, her crimes are horrendous!

Not only should she have both her legs punished, but even if she were to be struck by celestial thunder as retribution right now, it would not be too severe.”

“She can’t escape the punishment she deserves, but I think the Sword Master is truly ruthless.

No matter what, she’s his disciple who has been raised at his side for hundreds of years, turning such a beauty into this bloody mess, it’s rather unbearable to witness.”

“It’s not about being cruel, it’s about being enraged to the point of this.

What kind of Saint would remain calm and reason with a betrayer calmly after such a betrayal?”

Amidst these whisperings, the man sitting under the tree slowly closed his eyes.

Throughout it all, he had not said a single word.

And the stubborn Arao, kneeling on the ground, finally couldn’t withstand the pain in her body any longer.

After enduring two days of torture with her broken bones, she eventually collapsed unconscious.

The night grew deep, and the dew hung heavy.

Inside the tent at the camp, Arao was still unconscious.

It seemed that Cangwu Palace was in no hurry to demand the murderer from the Tianxi Sword Sect.

In a corner of the tent, a charcoal basin burnt fiercely.

The tears from the copper platform candles piled high, casting a faint and silent light.

The warm glow illuminated his handsome, somewhat blurred side profile.

“Junior brother, what exactly has happened in the past two days?” Yun Rong brought a new candlestick, dispelling some of the dimness with the warm orange light.

He was silent for a long time, then spoke softly, “I don’t know, I haven’t asked her anything, and she hasn’t… said anything either.”

Yun Rong didn’t believe that he hadn’t asked anything before directly breaking her legs.

With a headache, she said, “Do you mean to say that she did it to herself?”