Chapter 237
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Chapter 237: The End of Fate
“You need not worry too much.”
Changchun, noticing Wang Chen’s expression, comforted him, “The true great Calamity is still at least a few ten years away. You have ample time to prepare.”
As he spoke, he handed Wang Chen a jade pendant, “When the time comes, seek out this person; he has the means to send you to the upper realm.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Wang Chen took the jade pendant and noticed the character “Meng” engraved on its front.
“Our master-disciple bond ends here today.”
Changchun looked at Wang Chen intently and said in a deep voice, “From now on, you must walk your path alone!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly pointed at Wang Chen’s forehead.
Wang Chen felt a jolt, and two method seeds instantly appeared in his Sea of Consciousness.
Four Seasons, Longing!
“Techniques are not to be passed lightly, Thunderbolt five thousand, Four Seasons thirty thousand, Longing is priceless!”
Wang Chen recalled Changchun’s past words; he never expected to receive a direct transmission of these two swordsmanship techniques today.
“Master!”
Wang Chen couldn’t help but bow deeply.
When he straightened up, Changchun had already vanished.
A voice echoed in his ear: “Just watch.”
“You petty folks from the Guiyuan Sect, dare you come to Sunset Peak and face me, Changchun?”
In the next moment, a roar of thunder resounded from the sky, instantly booming out in all directions.
People within a radius of several hundred miles heard it clearly!
Many displayed looks of surprise.
Changchun of Sunset Peak?
Isn’t he the renowned “Spirit Stone Master” and “Tofu Master”?
Known for his good temper, Changchun, who excelled in patience and never engaged in fights, was openly challenging the Guiyuan Sect at Sunset Peak. Had he gone mad or gained the courage of a bear?
Within the mountain gate, streams of light soared into the sky, all rushing toward Sunset Peak.
The Guiyuan Sect had only recently taken over the mess left by the Yunyang Sect, and they had faced quite a few challenges during that time.
Their rule was not stable; the hearts of the people below were hard to gauge, and rebellions frequently occurred.
Under such circumstances, how could they tolerate a remnant of Yunyang being so arrogant in their territory!
Among the first Guiyuan cultivators to arrive, there were nearly a dozen Purple Palace masters.
Seeing this scene, Wang Chen quickly donned his Thousand Transformations disguise.
He also changed into the standard robe of a Guiyuan disciple.
Choosing a spot that was suitable for watching yet sufficiently hidden and safe, he activated the Perfected Level Breath Concealment Technique to conceal himself.
Others regarded Changchun as a weakling, but Wang Chen knew better; his master was a man of profound depth.
Though Wang Chen was unaware of the full extent of Changchun’s strength, the fact that Changchun dared to challenge the Guiyuan Sect cultivators and allowed Wang Chen to witness the battle spoke volumes of his confidence.
He would watch intently!
The number of cultivators flying towards Sunset Peak grew, their paths marked by striking trails across the sky.
At the forefront was a Purple Palace master, his presence commanding, his voice booming ahead of his arrival, "Bold Changchun, how dare you provoke the Guiyuan Sect! Seal your heavenly apertures and surrender, or else…"
Before he could finish, a sword energy of unmatched killing intent sliced through the sky, accompanied by a thunderous roar, swiftly cleaving his body in two.
The formidable Guiyuan Sect Purple Palace master didn’t even have time to cry out before he burst into a cloud of blood mist!
The thunderous sound reached the ground moments later, shaking the souls of all who watched.
Thunderous sword energy!
Changchun, known as the "Tofu Master," was indeed a sword cultivator who had mastered the thunderous sword energy.
As his flying sword soared, thunderclaps erupted, and streams of light were severed and exploded.
No one could withstand a single strike from Changchun!
Some Guiyuan Sect cultivators, who had come merely for the spectacle, were terrified, their souls fleeing as they hastily turned their magical tools to escape.
Meanwhile, the Yunyang cultivators, who had been subjugated by the Guiyuan Sect, felt a surge of exhilaration at the sight.
In their hearts, they rejoiced!
Under the Guiyuan Sect’s rule, their status was akin to that of servants.
They were often oppressed by the Guiyuan cultivators, with no recourse to voice their grievances!
The Yunyang Sect was no more, and Ji Guandao had fled with the inner sect elites, abandoning the outer sect cultivators.
Yet, the spirit of Yunyang had not been extinguished.
Warriors still remained!
In mere moments, Changchun had slain over twenty Guiyuan Sect cultivators.
The rest had fled.
Changchun stood alone, his sword held high, with Sunset Peak as his backdrop!
“Chang Master, do you find it amusing to bully the young?”
An aged voice then called out from afar, “A true master should uphold his dignity.”
In the distance, the mist swirled, forming the shapes of dragons, tigers, lions, and leopards, all charging towards Sunset Peak.
A true master? A true master!
Changchun was indeed a Golden Core true master!!
The Yunyang cultivators who heard this were astounded, scarcely believing their ears.
When had Changchun ascended to true master?
Even Wang Chen, Changchun’s disciple, found it hard to believe.
His master was truly enigmatic!
“Dignity?”
Changchun laughed heartily, “The Guiyuan Sect has committed countless misdeeds. When have you ever spoken of dignity?”
“Chen Master, enough of your prattle.”
“I have a sword, let us witness it together!”
With those words, his sword momentum surged, meeting the oncoming misty beasts.
This sword embodied the brightness of spring, the splendor of summer, the abundance of autumn, and the quiet beauty of winter, cycling through the seasons, marking the passage of time and understanding the Dao of time.
The dragon and tiger beasts clashed with the sword light and instantly dissipated like smoke, leaving no trace!
As Changchun’s sword momentum unfolded, the Four Seasons Sword intent enveloped the Guiyuan Sect true master.
Changchun was in the sky, Wang Chen on the ground, yet the essence of this sword reached across the distance, allowing Wang Chen to experience the Four Seasons sword technique directly.
Limited by his cultivation level and swordsmanship, Wang Chen could not fully grasp the intricacies of the Four Seasons Sword.
Yet, this did not hinder him from etching this understanding into his soul.
Wang Chen knew that Changchun was imparting his sword path in this manner.
Suddenly, the sword intent shifted, transforming all brightness, splendor, abundance, and quiet beauty into countless strands of sword silk, weaving a massive net.
It enveloped a vast cloud!
“Changchun!”
A furious roar emanated from within the cloud.
This sword, imbued with profound Longing, left the Guiyuan Sect’s Golden Core master scrambling to defend against Changchun’s sword light turned silk.
He let out a long howl, casting aside the dignity of true masters, and summoned a magical tool to break through the sword silk’s blockade.
As he fled, droplets of gold-red blood fell to the ground.
Like red flowers being severed!
Changchun retracted his flying sword and chuckled, summoning a gust of wind that whisked him away instantly.
Wang Chen knew that his bond with his master had truly ended!
