Supreme Swordsman of the Nine Heavens

Chapter 262

Empty Grave

Daoist Qing Song swept his gaze over the people at a training ground of a sect under Green Pine Sect’s jurisdiction. Daoist Qing Song personally anointed the patriarch in the past.

“It’s Ancestor Qing Song!”

“Please help us and kill the imperious devil!”

“Ancestor, please avenge us!”

Golden Core Realm elders and disciples knelt before their hope and beseeched him to help them. The youth in rumours soon emerged and sent his piercing gaze at those on their knees. His presence was comparable to a guillotine hanging above their necks.

In the centre of the plaza was a new grave covered in moist and mud. The youth was the individual who dug it up using his bare hands. White paper money was scattered around the grave, and three alight incense sticks were placed at the foot of the tombstone.

Of the three kneeling in front of the grave, one was the sect’s elder and another their patriarch. The youth ruled over the three Golden Core Realm cultivators who normally wielded tremendous influence at Moyun Mountains. They were wounded and had lost a considerable amount of blood.

“Release them,” Daoist Qing Song demanded with composure.

The youth boldly exhibited his desire to kill. “I’ll spare them if you can defeat me. Else, you can join the three on the other side to apologise to the person in the grave.”

Daoist Qing Song expected a fight the moment he saw the grave. He drew his sword and aimed it at the young man. Thanks to Daoist Qing Song’s reputation, disciples began threatening and cursing the youth. Had they been calmer, they wouldn’t have forgotten his opponent was also a Primordial Infant Realm cultivator.

The young man wielded a broad and heavy sword. The impact of their collision blew everyone away. The landscape caught in the fight would need some hefty repairs.

The young man drove Daoist Qing Song into the ground. Daoist Qing Song panted, and his hair looked slovenly. The attack left a deep wound on his chest. He hadn’t been in dire straits before. Feng Haochen never ordered him to do anything since the former was never interested in vying for anything.

Honestly, Daoist Qing Song wasn’t surprised he lost. The heavy and swift downward swing decided the match, demolishing all hope the others had in the process. Fear began to permeate in their minds. Besides that, disbelief wiped their minds blank.

“Shizun, Daoist Bo Yang’s grave – unworthy disciple, Gu Yitian.”

Universe Sect was left in ruins after Gu Yitian delivered a single strike. The only thing that escaped unscathed was the new grave.

When Gu Yitian returned to Universe Sect to find his shifu, he learnt someone amputated his shifu’s arm, and he assumed his shifu was dead since he couldn’t locate him. As a result, he slaughtered those who betrayed the sect years ago. He then erected a grave for his shifu. As he couldn’t find his shifu’s corpse, he decided he’d bury accomplices in his shifu’s downfall. Since he didn’t know the exact date his shifu meant with mishap, he deemed the day of his return his shifu’s death anniversary. Since then, it had been seven days.

Gu Yitian plunged his sword into the dirt and calmly directed, “You, kowtow to my shifu and apologise. If you follow my order, I shall spare the rest of Green Pine Sect.”

“Your shifu’s death has nothing to do with me,” responded Daoist Qing Song.

“If it wasn’t for you, Universe Sect wouldn’t have fallen apart. By the same token, my shifu wouldn’t have met with misfortune. Your lust for power cost the lives of countless cultivators. You should’ve expected things to come full circle.”

Daoist Qing Song chuckled bitterly to himself. He knew better than anyone else the peaceful days he enjoyed the last few years were bestowed upon him and not his product of hard work. He never regretted doing what he did to achieve his dream. He was a proponent of spilling blood to achieve big things. If blood was spilt, grudges developed. He thought he was safe with his cultivation. Gu Yitian’s return reminded him to be prepared in times of peace. His daughter had left with Cheng Yan, and he achieved his lifetime’s goal.

“Kill me. I refuse to kneel to Daoist Bo Yang.”

“I shall personally offer your blood to my shifu!”

Gu Yitian raised his sword.

Daoist Qing Song softly exhaled and shut his eyes.