owlsbooks Chapter 83 New Visitors to the Cliff of Repentance
Chapter 83 New Visitors to the Cliff of Repentance
Chapter 83 New Visitors to the Cliff of Repentance
The hearts of all the Huashan disciples pounded, only to see Junior Brother Li's sword pierce their necks.
A line of blood deepened on the neck of the two old thieves in front of him. The two stood stiffly in place, seemingly not yet reacting, their eyes following the figure, their necks twisting slightly.
"puff--!"
The bloodline instantly turned into a gap, and a cloud of blood mist rose up. The chilling killing intent forced all the disciples to subconsciously take a half step back.
Li Che's sword strike did not falter in the slightest, breaking through the countless sword shadows that filled Kaifeng and aimed straight for his heart.
The latter looked astonished. The sword seemed to have no moves, yet it struck first despite being behind. Suddenly, a slender figure appeared in his mind.
How did this child inherit Master Feng's true teachings?!
Could it be that Uncle-Master Feng is still alive? But why would he pass on his sword to a disciple of the Qi Sect?!
He cannot defeat this sword!
Just then, a sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out.
"bite--!
"A pebble the size of a fingertip struck the tip of Li Che's sword precisely, dissipating seventy percent of its force."
Li Che frowned slightly. Old Man Feng's arrival was really too untimely!
The sword, poised to pierce Feng Buping's chest, stopped in mid-air, its tip already pressed two-tenths into Feng Buping's heart.
"Where did this brat get such bloodthirstiness after coming down the mountain? Bring your men and get back to the Cliff of Repentance!"
The sound came from outside the courtyard, but Feng Qingyang did not show himself.
Two more thuds followed the sound of something hitting the ground.
Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi collapsed, clutching their necks, bleeding profusely.
The disciples of Mount Hua looked at each other, curious about who had spoken, but even more shocked by Li Che's methods.
The inner disciple's throat bobbed. Was this still the same gentle and kind junior brother?
It feels so unfamiliar.
But it's really inspiring!
Li Che glanced around, observing the expressions of his fellow disciples, and a sense of urgency rose in his heart.
Old Yue protected these young disciples too well; most of them had never experienced the battles of the martial world or seen blood.
Diligent practice alone is no substitute for real combat.
It's time to increase their intensity!
Their gazes fell on Feng Buping again, but before he could speak, Feng stammered, "That person just now... was he... was he Feng..."
...?
Li Che's expression remained unchanged as he coldly interrupted, "You'll find out when you get there. Under my sword, there is no mercy for mortal enemies."
You're lucky to have survived; others aren't as fortunate, including that guy down the mountain!
Now that we've revealed our strength, let's see what Feng Qingyang has to say to this scoundrel.
Li Che didn't trust this thief, but he had to give Feng Lao face.
He sheathed his sword and then pressed acupoints on Feng Buping's upper body.
"Master's wife, I'm taking him to the Cliff of Repentance. Master estimates he'll return in two or three days. I'll explain the reasons to you later."
Ning Zhong felt a slight sense of relief and nodded with a smile.
Li Che glanced at his senior brother, who seemed hesitant to speak, but uttered no words. He then led Feng Buping out of the courtyard.
Before she could even leave the hospital, Yue Lingshan stepped into the courtyard first.
Look at her flushed face and panting breath; it turns out that Old Man Feng was someone she summoned.
Li Che leaned close to her and whispered, "I'll come talk to you later."
"Oh? Okay, I'll wait for you~"
"How long has Grand Uncle been watching outside?"
Yue Lingshan didn't react for a moment and subconsciously said, "No, Grandmaster Uncle's steps were very hurried. I was wondering why he turned back after just arriving."
So, it was you who came back.
Li Che felt somewhat relieved upon hearing this, realizing that Elder Feng's "scale of sword energy" had become biased.
The Cave at Siguo Cliff.
Feng Qingyang stood with his hands behind his back, facing the three large characters he had carved himself.
There was no wind in the mountains, but the silver threads behind him swayed gently, revealing that his mind was not at peace.
The moment Feng Buping entered the cave, he was struck dumb. He immediately knelt down, calling out "Uncle Feng," and used his knees as feet to walk forward behind the old man.
By the time he uttered the second "Uncle-Master," he was already choked up.
"Hey~ Get up, you're so old, what kind of state are you in?"
"Uncle-Master, as long as you are here, the Sword Sect will exist!"
The cave remained silent for a long time. Feng Buping, his neck stiff, stared directly at the old man with his back turned. Decades had passed since they last met, and his black hair had turned silver.
Then, glancing slightly to the side, a few strands of gray hair flashed past his eyes, confirming that he was indeed "getting on in years."
"And then what? Kill Yue Buqun? Kill the disciples of the Jingqi Sect? Kill this kid? What will be left of Mount Hua?"
Are you thinking about Mount Hua, or the position of Mount Hua's leader?
Feng Buping was stunned for a moment. He wanted to say that if a disciple was lost, another could be recruited. With Uncle Feng in charge, who among the other four mountains could rival him?
But what about Uncle-Master Feng's attitude...?
He had also asked himself what he sought: was it his obsession with the sword? His obsession with revenge? Or perhaps power?
All three are present! Only in this way can it be proven that the Sword Sect is the right path!
Can...
His gaze swept over the young man beside him. His martial uncle had actually passed on his swordsmanship to a disciple of the Qi Sect. Things were unlikely to succeed.
"But you're not convinced?"
"Nephew... I wouldn't dare."
"A person who practices swordsmanship should have a clear mind. If one is fixated on something and hesitates, the way of the sword will never be truly mastered."
Upon hearing this, Feng Buping looked ashamed, but then raised his head and said loudly, "Yes, this disciple is not convinced!"
What makes Qi Sect so special?! What makes Yue Buqun so special?! And what makes this kid so special?!
If the Qi Sect hadn't used a treacherous scheme to send him away back then... how could that Yue fellow have become the sect leader?!
Li Che, who was just watching the show, was speechless.
On what grounds?
I've got a cheat code, are you convinced or not?!
Feng Qingyang sighed and objected to Li Che, saying, "Boy, let him see the Purple Cloud Divine Skill."
Half an hour later...
Feng Buping remained silent, his gaze toward Li Che growing increasingly strange.
He couldn't help but wonder, just like Old Man Feng: When did the Purple Cloud Divine Skill become so easy to learn?!
You mentioned three years for cultivating both sword and qi, right?
He finally understood why Yue Buqun had succeeded: he had gotten incredibly lucky!
How do we fight for it?
Suddenly... I'm a little convinced.
Seeing that he looked a little dejected, Feng Qingyang said, "Although this kid is cunning, you are not as loyal to Mount Hua as he is."
"Go back. Your swordsmanship is too bloody; it's gone astray. If you let go of your obsession, you might be able to make a breakthrough."
Feng Qingyang didn't say anything more, glanced at Li Che, and then turned and left.
Feng Buping remained kneeling for a long time, head bowed and silent.
Two quarters of an hour passed.
"etc!"
Feng Buping turned his back and stopped, his long sword loosely tapping the ground.
Li Che pondered for a long time, then said, "Actually, for me, killing you is better than letting you go."
"Indeed, if I were you, I would also take action. Rumors in the martial arts world are indeed unreliable; those twelve assassins probably wouldn't be able to withstand a single move from you."
Li Che didn't respond to that question, but instead asked, "Planning to go back to Zhongtiao Mountain?"
Feng Buping shook his head and smiled bitterly, "So you all knew all along. Don't worry, now that I've been defeated, I will never set foot on Mount Hua again in this life."
"You can practice swordsmanship anywhere, the Cliff of Repentance is quite nice!"
Feng Buping's body stiffened, and he turned his neck stiffly. "What do you mean?"
"You are no match for me, not now, and certainly not in the future." Li Che slowly walked out of the cave, facing the warm sun, and said calmly, "If I kill you, Grandmaster Feng will not be pleased; if I let you go, I will not feel at ease."
"You think this way now, but who knows what will happen in the future? I don't trust you!"
If we allow the enemy to harm us, we should eliminate any future troubles.
Feng Buping did not speak, he came full of confidence, but he was defeated so decisively.
Gale-Sweeping Sword?
He felt bitter, realizing he had wasted more than a decade of his life.
Feng Buping looked up at the undulating mountains outside the cave. He thought that by ending his life here, his soul could return to its homeland.
Unexpectedly, he said, "Mount Hua is indeed destined for great prosperity. As far as I am concerned, the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect are both part of the foundation of Mount Hua."
In the future, Mount Hua will not only have internal strength and swordsmanship, but also palm techniques, leg techniques, and even external martial arts.
Your limited vision and mindset are truly laughable.
You stand on the Cliff of Contemplation and look at my Mount Hua. How does it compare to yours?
Perhaps in the future, you will have a place on the memorial tablet of the founder of Mount Hua.
Feng Buping didn't react for a moment; this speech was indeed more moving than Zuo Lengchan's.
On second thought, he guessed the deeper meaning behind the man's words. Releasing a tiger back to the mountain is not as reassuring as keeping a caged beast.
Feng Shishu was the cage that Feng Buping used to contain him; with Feng Shishu by his side, how could he dare to cause trouble?
Moreover, having been defeated by this boy, how could I possibly resort to petty tricks?
He was not one of the likes of Cheng or Cong, and he disdained to do such a thing.
"Don't worry, since I dare to say this, I have a way to persuade my master."
Master Feng is right. As a swordsman, one should be free from attachments. Where can one not find peace?
Are you perhaps afraid?!
"Feng Buping's sword has never known the word 'fear'!"
A long time has passed.
Standing on the edge of the cliff, Feng Buping stared blankly at the distant mountains and forests.
Unconsciously, she squinted her eyes, but managed to squeeze out a single tear.
For decades, no matter how beautiful the scenery of Zhongtiao Mountain is, it cannot compare to even half of that of Huashan Mountain.
If I could spend the rest of my life here, that would be a blessing!
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