Chapter 205 – Master, do you choose to die or to perish? (46)
Lingyun Sect’s Junior Master has turned demonic, and this matter has caused a huge uproar throughout the cultivation world, especially since Yan Luo was also slain by her own disciple.
It’s truly stirred up a storm.
With Yun Ze’s formidable thunder-based spiritual power and his Zhengxuan sword, he quickly replaced Yan Luo as the reliance of the cultivation world.
One wonders if these people will be devastated when they find out it was all Yun Ze’s doing.
The demonic influence grows stronger day by day, no longer just a problem for Luo City, as Yan Luo foresaw when she left Lingyun Gate—a catastrophe on a grand scale.
No one in the cultivation world can remain unaffected.
Accompanying a group symbolically to handle a few inconsequential spots of demonic energy, Yun Ze’s eyes revealed a hint of boredom.
He was truly tired of playing along with these people.
A lazy smile played on his lips, but in his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder what Yan Luo was doing now.
Would she be studying the books he had specially arranged there, or would she be trying to leave…?
But… Yun Ze’s eyes dimmed slightly. More likely than not, she was doing nothing at all, right?
Casually bidding farewell to those few people, Yun Ze planned to leave and check on Yan Luo. He had not gone far when he suddenly stopped in his tracks. A shadow of gloom crossed his eyes as he turned back and lightly chuckled, “What do you want?”
Gu Sicun’s figure slowly materialized in midair. His eyes were somber, and he looked somewhat bedraggled and weary. Watching Yun Ze, who seemed to be living comfortably and leisurely, Gu Sicun gritted his teeth slightly, “Senior Brother, can we talk?”
Yun Ze did not refuse. Following Gu Sicun, he arrived at a certain place. Before he could even steady himself, Gu Sicun gripped his long sword tightly, and a surge of spiritual power slashed directly towards Yun Ze.
A bit presumptuous.
Yun Ze’s strength had long surpassed what it once was, and he no longer needed to pretend. Easily evading Gu Sicun’s attack, a faint smile curved his lips, tinged with a hint of mockery, “It seems, Junior Brother, that this isn’t just a simple chat.”
“Yun Ze, where is Master?” Gu Sicun pointed his long sword directly at Yun Ze, his face darkening. “Tell me, Master isn’t dead; you’ve hidden her, haven’t you?!”
“Heh—” Yun Ze chuckled lightly, as if he found Gu Sicun’s words particularly amusing. His eyes darkened, but the term ‘Master’ really grated on his ears. “Master, of course… is already dead.”
“You’re not worthy to call her Master!” Gu Sicun’s spiritual energy surged around him. He leaped forward, aiming his attack at Yun Ze.
Yun Ze didn’t move. The smile on his lips widened. He wasn’t worthy? True, he wasn’t, but so what? She was still his, and there was absolutely no connection between her and this person.
Gu Sicun didn’t even see how Yun Ze moved his hand. His world spun, and by the time he was aware, he had already been knocked to the ground, pain spreading from every corner of his body.
With the tip of a cold blade against his nose, the long sword’s slender body gleamed with a chilling light.
How could he have lost so easily? Gu Sicun clenched his fists in frustration, then sneered.
He had tried so hard, yet why was he still no match for Yun Ze, who has dual spiritual roots?
Especially when Gu Sicun thought of how Yan Luo treated Yun Ze in every way. Yun Ze had actually wielded his sword against her, and the dissatisfaction grew stronger in Gu Sicun’s heart.
“What exactly do I lack compared to you?” Gu Sicun gritted his lips tightly and finally spoke unwillingly.