Chapter 52 My Junior Brother's Happy Life (Part 10) My Junior Brother, I'll Spoil Him...
"Isn't it obvious?" Song Ce said calmly, "I've come to seek revenge."
"Enmity?" Master Wudao frowned. "What grudge do you have against my disciple?"
"Master, he... he came for that mid-stage Golden Core cultivator from back then! That person is his master! At that time, I revealed his whereabouts to the White Cloud Sect, and the White Cloud Sect, grateful for the favor, later gave me a few pills, didn't they? I didn't hold back at the time, and offered them all to you, Master." Li Xuanzhi spoke rapidly and shouted loudly.
Upon hearing this, Master Wudao's face stiffened. "Your Excellency, precious pills are meant to be possessed by the capable. Your actions are perhaps inappropriate."
"I'm very curious. When you harmed my master, were you eyeing him as a lone Golden Core cultivator, or were you simply taking advantage of him because he had no one behind him? Now that I've come to your door, you still have the audacity to say something is inappropriate? Interesting, truly interesting."
Seeing this, Master Wudao immediately realized that things were unlikely to end well. He immediately mobilized his spiritual power and cast a spell at Song Ce, saying, "Then let me experience your superior skills today!"
"You?" Song Ce said calmly, "You're not worthy."
With a casual flick of his white sleeve, Song Ce unleashed a dazzling red light. Before the Daoist Master could even touch Song Ce's sleeve, he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a screen standing not far away with a loud bang.
"Ah!" The mortal woman on the wooden bed cried out in alarm upon seeing this, and then fainted from fright.
Li Xuanzhi looked at Wudao Zhenren, who was struggling to stand up, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. He clenched his fists tightly and, enduring the pain of the burning spiritual fire, stiffly called out, "Master, are you... injured?"
Master Wudao shook his head slightly, but his right hand holding the spirit sword was trembling slightly. As a sword cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he was defeated by this person in one move without even drawing his spirit sword. It was clear that the cultivation level of the person opposite him was far superior to his.
Sensing its master's intention to retreat, the spiritual light on the sword in his hand dimmed.
"Your Excellency... Senior's cultivation is extraordinary. Even if my master and I join forces, we cannot defeat you. Senior, what will it take for you to let my disciple go back?" Wudao Zhenren pleaded, gritting his teeth and bowing deeply.
“Naturally, it’s a matter of blood for blood, life for life,” Song Ce said with a slight smile.
“But senior, my disciple did not directly participate in the attack on your master. The real culprit is someone else. If you are willing to spare my disciple’s life, you may ask for whatever you wish.”
“If you do not kill Bo Ren, Bo Ren will die because of you. If you do not take this boy’s life, my master’s soul will not rest in peace in the afterlife.” After saying this, Song Ce decisively increased the spiritual fire in front of Wudao Zhenren, burning Li Xuanzhi into a pile of fine ashes. Then, with a wave of his wide sleeve, he swept away the ashes on the ground.
Even if a celestial being were to arrive now, they couldn't save Li Xuanzhi's life.
Seeing this, Master Wudao's eyes widened in fury. He stumbled and rushed over. His disciple, who had been lying there perfectly fine just moments before, was now gone, not even a handful of ashes remained. From this moment on, his disciple Li Xuanzhi was no more on this continent. He seemed to have lost all his strength, and he knelt on the ground, letting out a painful growl: "Zhi'er! I... I will kill you!"
Instantly, Wudao Zhenren's spirit sword erupted with a blinding azure light, striking straight towards Song Ce. However, when the sword light was three inches away from Song Ce, it seemed to have struck an invisible wall of bronze and iron, unable to advance any further.
"If this is all you've got, you might as well save your energy." Song Ce's expression remained unchanged as he gently flicked away the sword light with his fingertips. Then, Wu Dao Zhenren's spiritual sword snapped in two with a "crack".
The spiritual sword was broken, and the Dao heart was tainted.
Seeing his lifelong spiritual sword break in two, Master Wudao coughed up a mouthful of blood. He stared intently at the pool of blood on the ground. How many years had it been since he had been forced into such a... such a hopeless situation?
"You think killing Zhi'er is enough to avenge your master who died young? What a joke!" Wudao Zhenren leaned against the side without any decorum and laughed maniacally.
Upon hearing this, Song Ce paused slightly, turned around, and stood in front of him, saying calmly, "As you say, I must ask for your guidance."
"The real culprit who ambushed and killed your master back then was someone else entirely. That Daoist Changmi of the White Cloud Sect was the mastermind! Do you know the White Cloud Sect? This sect is one of the three major sects on the continent. Its former sect leader is now at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, only half a step away from advancing to the Divine Transformation stage, hahaha! I just secretly sent a message to the White Cloud Sect through a secret technique. At that time, it will be your death day!"
"Excuse me," Song Ce smiled slightly, "Are you talking about him?"
Song Ce took out the palm-sized God-Slaying Cauldron again and thoughtfully let Wudao Zhenren see it clearly. "You and Li Xuanzhi are indeed master and disciple. Even your harsh words are so unoriginal."
The Daoist Changmi inside the God-Slaying Cauldron was in a much more miserable state than when Li Xuanzhi saw him. Now, most of his body had been swallowed by the black mist, and only the torso above his waist remained.
"No, impossible! How could that old monster Yun Songzi just stand by and watch you torture and kill his only son like that? Impossible, impossible..."
Master Wudao seemed to have lost his soul, staring blankly and bewildered in the direction where Li Xuanzhi had been burned to ashes, muttering to himself.
"The Cloud Pine Seed you spoke of is right here." After saying this, Song Ce took out a Shadow Lock Bead from his storage bag, and crushed it with a slight pressure from his fingertips.
After watching all the images inside the Shadow Lock Pearl, Master Wudao was completely stunned.
Yun Songzi, who was at the half-step Nascent Soul stage... was actually dead...
"Who exactly are you? Who are you?" Wudao Zhenren dug his hands into his palms, his knuckles bleeding from the force of his grip.
Song Ce didn't reply to him. Instead, he poured more abundant spiritual energy into the God-Slaying Cauldron. At this moment, the Daoist Changmi inside immediately regained consciousness and let out screams: "I know I was wrong! I know I was wrong!"
Hearing the distorted, mournful screams emanating from within the God-Slaying Cauldron, the Dao-less True Man's unfocused pupils suddenly contracted, and his entire body convulsed violently. His already tainted Dao heart was now giving rise to inner demons, and his spiritual energy visibly transformed into bursts of black demonic energy—
As Wudao Zhenren sensed the demonic energy emanating from his body, a look of resentment flashed in his eyes. He couldn't care less about Li Xuanzhi or Yun Songzi's deaths. He quickly sat cross-legged, gritted his teeth, and tried to force out the demonic energy around him, even at the cost of his cultivation level dropping. But it was too late.
The dignified and respected Elder Wudao of the Tianyuan Sect thus fell into demonic possession.
Seeing this, Song Ce stood up and walked slowly towards the door without turning his head. When he reached the door, he stopped and said casually, "If you want revenge, I'll be waiting for you anytime." After saying that, he left.
The two Tianyuan Sect disciples guarding the door saw that the cultivator who had competed with Senior Brother Li for the Moonlit Robe had emerged from the private room. They both drew their spiritual swords, intending to attack Song Ce.
Just then, the strong aura of demonic cultivators in the private room caught their attention. They didn't bother to deal with the cultivator who had suddenly appeared and left, and hurried into the private room.
“Elder Wu… Elder Wudao, what… what’s wrong with you?” one of the disciples asked in a trembling voice.
"Don't go any closer!" Another disciple suddenly grabbed him and shouted, "Haven't you noticed? Elder Wudao has fallen into demonic possession!"
"Possessed by demons? Elder Wudao has always hated demons to the bone, how... how could he do this?" the disciple who was being held back asked in a panic.
"How did we find out? It might be related to that cultivator who just went out! Don't stand there like idiots! Quick! Send a message to the sect leader and tell him the current situation. What we need to do now is seal this room and wait for the sect leader to come and deal with this matter!"
Regardless of what was happening at Tianyuan Sect, Song Ce calmed himself down and returned to Qin Nian'an's room.
At this moment, Qin Nian'an was leaning against the bedpost, half asleep. He was suddenly awakened when he heard someone open the door. When he saw that it was his handsome and upright older brother, Qin Nian'an smiled sweetly and said, "Brother, An'er has been waiting for you to come back here."
Song Ce was taken aback by these words, and a wave of pity washed over him: "An'er, I promise you, I will never leave you alone again. From now on, wherever I go, I will take you with me, okay?"
"Brother, when An'er grows up a bit more, I will definitely cultivate diligently so that I can help you in the future." As Song Ce walked over, Qin Nian'an skillfully snuggled into her brother's arms and said softly.
Song Ce: "Good child, from now on you just need to be happy and do whatever you want. If anyone dares to bully you, your brother will stand up for you."
"Brother, is it okay if I go as far as that uncle did today?" little Qin Nian'an asked humbly.
Song Ce was both amused and exasperated upon hearing this, and gently flicked Qin Nian'an's forehead: "Of course not."
Why?
"An'er, remember this: you must always have an inviolable bottom line in your heart. You must never do anything that goes against your principles," Song Ce solemnly instructed.
"Yes, brother, An'er will remember."
Looking at Qin Nian'an, who was dressed in a white robe and looked quite handsome, Song Ce felt that something was missing from him.
"An'er, come down and stand in front of your brother."
Upon hearing this, Qin Nian'an walked to the bedside with her short legs and stood properly with her hands at her sides.
"At your age, wearing only white is a bit monotonous and doesn't look very festive," Song Ce commented earnestly.
"Huh?" Little Qin Nian'an looked at her older brother, who seemed to be pondering something important, with a puzzled expression. "An'er doesn't understand."
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, come on, let's go out with your brother!" Song Ce grabbed Qin Nian'an's little hand, and with a flash of sword light, they left Chang Le City and headed towards Yuan City, which was not far from Chang Le.
At this moment, outside Wanbaoge, the largest market in Yuancheng, the Pavilion Master Wanchun was leading two disciples out when suddenly, a red light streaked rapidly from not far away. He was startled and immediately blocked his two disciples behind him. He quickly circulated his spiritual energy and erected a defensive barrier.
After the red light dissipated into specks of spiritual energy, the Pavilion Master of Wanchun Pavilion noticed two white figures, one large and one small, standing outside the Wanbao Pavilion.
"Excuse me, does your Wanbao Pavilion have any suitable attire for this child? Preferably something luxurious and auspicious, and we're open to trying out anything that costs a lot of spirit stones." Song Ce spoke quite generously.
The Pavilion Master of Wanchun Pavilion, who was already secretly preparing to call for reinforcements, thinking that an enemy had come to kill him, thought: "?"
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Author's Note: Master Wanchun: Is there something you need?
Haha, I feel like as I write more, my tastes are gradually becoming weirder because I have more kids who own cars (just kidding).
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