The third senior uncle that Yasuo mentioned is the only remaining senior member of the Wind God Sect, and also the current sect leader of the Wind God Sect.
Upon hearing this name, Sun He'er could no longer bear it. She drew her sword with a clang, pointing the tip at Yasuo's forehead: "How dare you ask!" she said, trembling with anger.
Third Uncle had actually been unable to hold on for a long time.
In the war of the last world, only three senior figures remained in the Wind God Sect: the former sect leader who was poisoned by Yasuo, Yasuo's adoptive father, and this third senior uncle.
Third Uncle had damaged his energy node in the war and should have retired long ago, but because of the death of the former sect leader and Youmingfeng's refusal to forgive Yasuo's adoptive father and his unwillingness to join the sect, he had to remain in the position of sect leader.
Being the head of a declining sect is definitely not easy, let alone the fact that Third Uncle has to raise several half-grown children. Even the small things like feeding, drinking, and relieving himself will shorten Third Uncle's life by more than ten years...
"I have no face to ask, I admit my mistake, and I have no face to see my third uncle."
Yasuo gritted his teeth and asked, "How long until Third Uncle returns? I'm begging you to tell me. In exchange, I'll give you the Wind God Heavenly Blade, which I've improved by absorbing the eighty-nine most powerful sword techniques of samurai swords. Don't doubt it, I'll give you a fake one. I've long since lost any sense of belonging to Japan."
"Traitor!" Sun He'er slammed her knife down with the hilt.
"The strongest swordsmanship, arguably the strongest swordsmanship in the world. Junior Sister, you can teach it to the disciples within the sect, or freely teach it throughout the Eastern Kingdom!"
Yasuo suddenly looked up. He watched as the hilt of the sword expanded in front of him, stopping just 0.1 centimeters from his eyes. He didn't even blink. "Please, junior sister."
"Don't call me junior sister, I'm only doing this for the sake of this sword technique!"
Sun He'er looked at Fang Zong and saw that he shrugged his shoulders, with an attitude of 'I don't care about your family affairs,' so she reached out her hand.
Yasuo touched her fingertips, and a sudden gust of wind blew up Sun He'er's twin ponytails. She closed her eyes, then opened them again in an instant, her eyes seeming to flash with countless snow-white blades!
"My third uncle is recruiting disciples outside. I've already informed him, and he should be here in about half an hour."
"Then give me half an hour?" Yasuo looked at Fang Zong.
"The affairs within your sect..." Fang Zong stopped halfway through his sentence, and said with a strange smile, "I think I've made a mistake. How could someone like you be a member of the Wind God Sect? You were expelled long ago... Hmm, last time I gave you two hours because of Xue Nu, but this time I'm only giving you half an hour. Whose sake do you expect me to give you?"
"It can't be yours, can it?" Fang Zong's smile grew increasingly strange.
“I’m probably your most formidable opponent, so you can give me half an hour as a sign of respect. But I know what I did to the Wind God Sect has made you show absolutely no respect for me as your opponent, so this time…”
Yasuo replied without hesitation, "I hope you'll give my former adoptive father some face. I'm not worthy to be his adopted son!"
"Okay!" Fang Zong readily agreed.
Yasuo stood up, straightened his clothes, trying his best to look neat and tidy, and then walked out of the lobby, turning to the left as he knew it very well.
That was the room where his godfather lived when he was alive, and Fang Zong knew a lot about this old man.
"An old veteran who survived the war showed no discrimination whatsoever towards the boy from the enemy's side. He adopted the destitute Yasuo, treating him like his own son, and then..."
Fang Zong looked at Yasuo, who was standing blankly at the door, muttered to himself, and couldn't help but shake his head.
No one has the right to blame this senior. It is only the senior who blames himself. He not only destroyed his energy node, but also spent his whole life cleaning up the city's garbage, eating chaff and wild vegetables, and donating all his meager income.
Life is but a few decades, and it's just a few thin sheets of paper.
But those light, fluttering papers also felt so heavy that they made everyone's hearts ache...
"Godfather..." Yasuo finally pushed open the door and went in.
Fang Zong and Sun He'er followed them inside and found that Yasuo quickly found the box containing the papers, which were all donation receipts.
As Yasuo looked at the box, he muttered, "My godfather still likes to put important things in this tattered box. Oh, there's no picture of me anymore. That's to be expected. My godfather must hate me a lot..." Suddenly, he took out a piece of paper that was completely different from the other tattered papers. It was snow-white and looked like a fragment of Xuan paper.
"All sins are contained within..."
There was nothing more, only tattered scraps of paper. Yasuo smiled bitterly and guessed, "All the sins are on Yasuo, aren't they? Godfather, you're not wrong in writing these things. To the Wind God Sect, I am truly guilty. But you don't understand. I have no goodwill towards the Wind God Sect. I only feel guilty towards you. Godfather, you treated me like your own son back then, but what about the others in the Wind God Sect? Including Youmingfeng and Junior Sister, they all called me a devilish brat. The hatred from the war between the two countries has been passed down to me. Do you know how much I suffered in the Wind God Sect?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong looked at Sun He'er.
Sun He'er paused for a moment, then blushed and lowered her head.
"Can any grievance compare to the debt of saving your life?" Fang Zong suddenly spoke up: "Without the Wind God Sect, you would have died out there long ago. What's the point of saying this?"
Yasuo remained silent.
“There’s also…”
Fang Zong tore the paper in Yasuo's hand to shreds with a single finger and sneered, "I tore this paper because I didn't like it. Do you know why I didn't like it? Because it says on it, 'All sins are mine, may the gods and Buddhas bless this kid Yasuo so he may soon see the light of day!' You wish he would see the light of day my ass!"
"I..." Yasuo was completely dumbfounded.
"All the sins are mine, all the sins are mine..."
He murmured softly, then suddenly vomited blood, collapsed to the ground, and couldn't get up. "This was written by my godfather, which means... godfather!" he screamed, banging his head against the ground again and again. "I was wrong, godfather! Godfather, ahhhhhh!"
Tears tinged with blood.
Yasuo seemed to have gone mad, but he quickly calmed down.
He truly lived up to his reputation as the Gale Yasuo; his extraordinary self-control left Fang Zong in awe. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Fang Zong with intense hatred, and then... "Fang Zong, I admit defeat."
"What?"
"I said I admit defeat, I have been completely defeated by you, willingly."
Yasuo's hatred gradually disappeared, along with his emotions and thoughts. Soon his eyes were empty, and a strange and ethereal fluctuation seeped out from his mind, igniting the fragment of Xuan paper that read 'A thousand sins are all here...'
The fire was burning, burning away Yasuo's thoughts; the flames were small.
The fire was burning, burning away the fragments of the Xuan paper, but the flames were warm.
Only a powerful husk at the Transformation level remained, slowly kneeling before the door.
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