Chapter 5

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Chapter 5: Neither One Could Live While Another Survived

“You lost again!”

The silence was broken by Jiang Yun’s voice.

The three short and simple words fell like thunder, crashing onto everyone’s hearts. The word “again” was especially humiliating to Feng WuJi.

“Good job, Yun!”

“Kill him! Kill him!”

The Jiang people, snapping out of their daze, erupted in cheers. They wanted Jiang Yun to kill Feng WuJi.

The first time, Feng WuJi had attacked Jiang Yun with a sneak attack. Now, after losing, he refused to acknowledge his failure. It was clear he was insidious. If left alive, he would certainly bring endless trouble in the future. Moreover, Feng WuJi had broken the Mang Mountains’ rules. Even the Feng people couldn’t say anything if Jiang Yun decided to kill him.

A Desperate Move

“Jiang Yun! How dare you!”

Feng Ling shouted in panic. Without hesitation, he led the Feng people in a charge toward Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun, after a brief moment of contemplation, put his dagger away. Then, in a swift motion, his fist shot out like the wind.

Bang!

His punch landed squarely on Feng WuJi’s chest, sending him flying. At the same time, Jiang Yun used the recoil to leap backward several meters.

“Jiang Yun!”

Seeing Feng WuJi sent flying, Feng Ling’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Enraged, he rushed toward Jiang Yun, ignoring everything else.

At that moment, Jiang WanLi finally spoke.

“Feng Ling, if you dare to act recklessly, you know that even the Samsara Sect cannot protect you in the Mang Mountains!”

Feng Ling gritted his teeth, stopping himself reluctantly. He knew Jiang WanLi wasn’t bluffing.

Feng WuJi had broken the rules first. If Jiang Yun had killed him, it would have been justified. If the Feng people retaliated, the entire alliance of villages in the One Hundred Thousand Mang Mountains would turn against them.

Even though the Samsara Sect was powerful, it wouldn’t offend the entire Mang Mountains just for an inner disciple.

A Vow of Revenge

“Wait till my wrath descends upon you! Let’s go!”

After confirming that Feng WuJi only had broken ribs and wouldn’t die, Feng Ling shot Jiang Yun a venomous glare before signaling the Feng people to retreat. They carried Feng WuJi with them.

Just as they were about to leave, a loud crack echoed.

Feng WuJi had snapped the arrow Jiang Yun had shot earlier. His eyes burned with hatred as he glared at Jiang Yun.

In the Mang Mountains, pulling out an arrow meant accepting a challenge. But snapping the arrow meant an undying vendetta—one that would only end when one of them was dead!

It was now clear: Neither Jiang Yun nor Feng WuJi could live while the other survived.

“Jiang Yun, I will definitely kill you in five years! If you dare to run away, I’ll slaughter everyone in Jiang Village instead!”

Feng WuJi’s voice echoed long after the Feng people had disappeared. The Jiang people finally let out a sigh of relief. At least for now, the conflict had temporarily come to an end.

A Village’s Pride

As the tension eased, the Jiang people surrounded Jiang Yun.

Jiang Mu slapped his shoulder heavily. “Hey boy! You’ve been hiding your strength this whole time!”

Jiang Lei grinned and winked. “Exactly! Yun, I’ve never seen you fight before, and I never expected you to be this powerful. We should spar more often from now on!”

Jiang Yun’s display of strength had shocked everyone. But at the same time, it filled them with pride. He was one of them, and his strength meant a stronger Jiang Village.

Jiang WanLi waved his hand. “Alright! Disperse, everyone!”

Then, turning to Jiang Yun, he said, “Yun, let’s go back.”

Jiang Yun smiled at the others and followed his grandfather back to their small cottage.

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A Lesson in Survival

The steam in the room had faded, revealing its rough, humble interior.

“Take a seat. I have something to discuss with you,” Jiang WanLi said.

However, after Jiang Yun sat down, his grandfather fell into deep thought, silent for a long time. He seemed to be contemplating how to start the conversation.

Jiang Yun also had a lot on his mind—Feng WuJi’s threat, as well as his grandfather’s unfinished words earlier. But he didn’t dare ask about whether he could cultivate or not.

A heavy atmosphere settled in the room.

Finally, Jiang WanLi spoke.

“Just now, you spared Feng WuJi. Why? Were you afraid of killing him?”

Jiang Yun was taken aback. He hadn’t expected his grandfather to ask this. After a moment’s thought, he shook his head.

“No. He was just the same as those fierce beasts to me.”

“Then, were you worried about the Samsara Sect’s revenge if you killed him?”

“That’s right.”

Jiang Yun had no idea what the Samsara Sect was, but he understood one thing: If the Feng people no longer feared Liu TianRen, then they had to be backed by someone powerful. If he killed Feng WuJi, he would definitely bring disaster upon the Jiang Village.

Jiang WanLi nodded. “Then, do you understand now?”

Jiang Yun’s expression turned cold as he answered firmly, “Yes. Even if I let him go, he will never stop trying to harm me—or our entire village.”

Feng WuJi’s action of snapping the arrow and his threat made that clear. In five years, he would return for revenge.

“Remember,” Jiang WanLi said gravely, “next time, if you find yourself in the same situation, do not hesitate. Finish the job completely. Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to yourself. Mercy is just a weakness in your enemies’ eyes.”

Jiang Yun nodded. “I understand, Grandpa.”

Jiang WanLi sighed. “Alright. Let’s put this matter aside and return to our previous discussion.”

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A New Path

Jiang Yun blinked in surprise. He had expected his grandfather to talk about how to prepare for Feng WuJi’s challenge in five years. But instead, he brought up something else.

Then again, this was the topic Jiang Yun cared about the most. He focused all his attention, eager to hear what his grandfather had to say.

“I won’t ask why you want to cultivate,” Jiang WanLi said. “One day, you may find the answer yourself. But I can tell you this for certain—you are able to cultivate.”

“Am I?”

Jiang Yun jumped up in excitement. This question had haunted him for sixteen years, and now, it was finally about to be answered.

“Yes. I only told you that you are not one of the Jiang people, which means your physique does not match their cultivation method. But I never said that you couldn’t cultivate at all.”

“Then what kind of cultivation method can I use?”

“There is a Seeking-Tao Sect outside the One Hundred Thousand Mang Mountains. You will find your cultivation path there.”

The Seeking-Tao Sect!

Jiang Yun burned the name into his memory. If he ever had the chance to leave the Mang Mountains after becoming an adult, he would definitely go and find out more.

Jiang WanLi smiled knowingly. “As it happens, the Seeking-Tao Sect is recruiting disciples right now. If you leave immediately, you can make it in time.”

“Right now?” Jiang Yun was stunned.

He had spent years exploring the Mang Mountains, yet he had never even reached its outskirts. The Mang Mountains spanned over five thousand kilometers. Even riding the fastest mount—without considering the danger of fierce beasts—it would take years to leave.

Seeing Jiang Yun’s hesitation, Jiang WanLi chuckled. His eyes narrowed into slits as he pulled out a set of talismans.

“Haha, just kidding. I have several Hundreds of Kilometers Free Talismans. Once you stick one on your body, you’ll be transported instantly. If you leave now, you’ll reach the Seeking-Tao Sect in half a month—one month at the latest.”

Shaking the talismans in his hand, Jiang WanLi asked with a smile,

“Do you want them?”