Quadruple split.

Chapter 2720 Yune Yi

Yoni Yi was a madman, a madman who refused to dream.

In fact, he didn't have any dreams.

This person, born in a small village in the southwest continent, had an incredibly simple and unremarkable childhood. Before the age of ten, he had hardly heard any bard stories, let alone ever touched a sword.

When he was ten years old, an elderly man from his village who had left home early to work and was all alone returned to the small village.

The old man had no children, and his wife was said to have died of illness in some distant place. His sole purpose in returning home was to bring his wife, who had been wandering since childhood and had never had a 'home' before meeting him, back with him.

Going back to my hometown, back to my old home.

And so, the old man renovated the dilapidated ancestral home and even created a small courtyard in the back. There was a small vegetable garden in the courtyard, and behind the vegetable garden was a small cemetery with two pits. One pit contained the ashes of the old man's wife, and the other was reserved for the old man himself.

The old man was a talkative and cheerful person. He was strong and healthy, spoke in a booming voice, was skilled and strong, and had a lot of savings from his early adventures. He was quickly accepted back into the village, which was somewhat xenophobic.

Because he was very rich, he didn't need to work, but he would always help anyone who asked. Whether it was helping to make a pot or building a house for someone, he was always the one who put in the most effort, ate the most, and received the least money.

The old man's encounter with Yoone occurred three months after he returned to his hometown. That day, the old man, who was strolling around the village, spotted Yoone, who had just finished helping with chores at home and was about to go to the river to pass the time.

He was a young boy whose eyes weren't particularly bright, whose body wasn't particularly strong, whose looks weren't particularly handsome, and whose hairstyle wasn't particularly fashionable.

The boy held a beautiful wooden stick in his hand.

Yes, it's a nice wooden stick.

And everyone knows that very few boys can resist a nice wooden stick.

It was hard for Yoni to refuse, and it was also hard for the old man to refuse.

So the old man naturally suggested that he wanted to play with the wooden stick that looked like a two-handed greatsword, and Yoni naturally refused the old man's request.

This is normal; after all, very few people can trick a child into giving them something they like without paying any price.

The old man clearly didn't intend to rob him outright, after all, he had his pride.

So he had no choice but to lie, for example, after some observation, he would confidently tell Yoni that he was not suitable for using a two-handed sword-shaped wooden stick, but rather a one-handed sword-shaped wooden stick.

Yoni ignored him and just played with the beautiful wooden stick by himself.

Perhaps provoked by the boy's attitude, the old man decided he had to trick the boy into handing over the good stuff.

So the old man began to persuade Yune, repeatedly emphasizing how well he was suited for a one-handed sword. He said that if he used a one-handed sword... such as a small wooden stick, he would shine brightly and become a legend, a damn sword saint!
"So, can you let me play with that damn piece of wood?!"

That afternoon, the old man angrily shouted at Yoni.

"No."

Unable to detect even a trace of sincerity in the other party's words, Yoni refused without hesitation.

"You little punk, you've got guts! You just wait and see!"

Left with no other option, the old man could only utter some harsh words and slink away.

After some time, Yune's parents suddenly told him happily that he had been chosen by the "old master" and that he would have to go to him to learn swordsmanship starting tomorrow, so that he could become a strongman, make a lot of money, and reach the pinnacle of life.

【…】

This was undoubtedly the old man's trick, and ten-year-old Yune knew it very well. But knowing even more that he couldn't disobey his parents, he eventually agreed and obediently went to the old man's house the next day.

"Here's the wood, just don't bother me anymore."

Faced with the confident old man, Yune readily admitted defeat, tossed the wooden stick, which resembled a two-handed greatsword, onto the table, and turned to leave.

"Just wait for me!"

Although the old man had originally intended to trick Yune out of his wooden stick, after the boy decisively conceded defeat, he suddenly felt like he had punched cotton, which made him very unhappy.

I'm really annoyed!

In a moment of desperation, he left behind Yune, who, in theory, seemed to have no talent whatsoever, and vowed to train him into a sword saint.

An old man with only a half-step epic level of skill dares to speak so boldly.

But the boy really didn't believe it at all.

However, there was no other way. With the hope that their son would become a sword saint, Yune's parents insisted that he stay with the old man to study, and were convinced that as long as they did so, their son would definitely be successful.

The old man used a sword, a one-handed sword.

So Yune began to learn swordsmanship, specifically the one-handed sword.

The wooden stick was placed in the corner of the old man's house. The old man said that he would never touch that stick before Yune became a sword saint.

To put it bluntly, it's just a fit of pique.

Youne knew very well that from the moment the old man uttered those words, he had no intention of touching that handsome piece of wood again.

Five years later, Yoni began his studies at the age of fifteen.

Five years later, Yoni reached the middle stage and was twenty years old.

In the third five-year period, the old man fell seriously ill, and Yoni, a high-ranking official, was twenty-five years old.

"You're going to lose."

Looking at the old man on his sickbed, Yune, who had clearly felt the bottleneck, shook his head and said calmly, "I can't become a sword saint."

"Fuck your mother's fart."

The old man cursed loudly, saying angrily, "You reached the advanced level at the age of twenty-five, how come you can't become a sword saint? According to your previous development, you should have been able to reach the epic level at the age of thirty, and then suddenly have an epiphany and become a sword saint."

"Do you believe this?"

Glancing at the half-eaten bowl of porridge on the bedside table, Yune sneered.

"I believe it! Why wouldn't I believe what I said myself!"

The old man, who had lost his appetite, struggled to sit up, grabbed the bowl of porridge from the bedside, drank it all in one gulp, and angrily shouted, "Go practice your sword!"

"it is good."

Having achieved his goal, Yune nodded and went outside to practice his swordsmanship.

Several months later, the old man's health gradually improved.

Two years later, the old man fell ill again.

"This time, it's not a problem that can be solved by you lying to me about eating properly."

The old man leaning against the bed shrugged and smiled at Yune, who had spent his entire youth practicing swordsmanship: "It's time to say goodbye, kid. After seeing your stinky face for over ten years, I can finally go find a wife."

Looking for a wife?

Yune frowned and hesitated, "With you acting like this now?"

"I said I'm going to find my dead wife! Not fucking go find another wife!"

The old man was furious.

"Oh, so your inheritance is still mine?" Yune nodded and asked expressionlessly.

"You little rascal, you @#&!"

The old man cursed, then waved his hand weakly: "It's all yours, it's all yours, alright? Anyway, it's not even a few thousand gold coins in total, you can waste it if you want."

"I am not interested."

Yune shook his head and said calmly, "The money is for my parents' retirement."

The old man forced a smile and said in a dry voice, "And what about you?"

"I'll think of something..."

Yune glanced at the handsome wooden figure in the corner that looked exactly the same as it had a decade ago, and said in a calm tone, "Let's see if I can become a Sword Saint."

"Ahaha, I think there was such a thing."

Because of his long illness, the old man's mind was somewhat confused. It took him a while to slowly smile and wink at Yune: "You are not suited for two-handed swords."

"Oh."

Yoni nodded.

"So that piece of wood really isn't suitable for you. Although it's quite cool, its shape looks too much like a two-handed sword."

The old man continued.

"Oh."

Yoni continued to nod.

"So bury this stick with me, and you go find your own stick!"

The old man smiled slyly.

"Oh."

Yoni nodded in agreement.

"That's fine then, I'm tired."

The old man groaned, closed his eyes, and died.

"it is good."

Yune nodded, carried the dead old man to the small cemetery behind the yard, and placed him in the pit that had been dug when the old man was still alive.

Then, he went back into the house, picked up his handsome wooden stick that he hadn't touched in seventeen years, and put it into the old man's pit.

Dig, bury, and call it a day.

In the end, Yoni took the old man's inheritance and gave the money to his parents. The only thing the old man got from him was a cool stick that was neither suitable for him nor for the old man himself, but which became the reason why the two met.

After that, Yoni went to many places.

It is not difficult for a high-level swordsman to survive in this world.

After that, at some point, the bottleneck that had been hindering Yone gradually loosened.

He began to struggle forward little by little, and finally took that half step after ten years away from home.

To be honest, barely reaching the half-step epic level at the age of thirty-seven is not something to be proud of, and becoming a legendary sword saint is something that Yune can only dream of.

However, that doesn't matter. As we said before, he wasn't someone who liked to dream or talk about dreams; he was just a simple madman.

He is a very simple person.

But simplicity does not mean naivety or stupidity.

Yune was actually quite clever. For example, he vaguely sensed that the girl who could wield strange powers might be the breakthrough point for him to step into the epic realm.

However, the prerequisite is that I can help her unleash her true potential.

If ordinary tricks and schemes could hold him back, then even if he were to ultimately win, the girl probably wouldn't go all out.

Therefore, the pace needs to be accelerated even further.

【Soaring Slash】

Without even turning his head, Yune flicked out his sword. He merely pushed the hilt with his thumb, and two dazzling sword marks, like ribbons of light, flashed out from his left and right sides respectively. This caused the sixteen Gu Xiaole, who had just stood up and whose spiritual foundations were not yet stable, to fall down again and turn into paper figures that scattered in the next instant.

"Really boring."

The paper scraps, like white cherry blossoms, swirled and rose, and as they fell again, Gu Xiaole's true form, wielding the [White Zetsu: Asura Hell], finally appeared before everyone. He smiled at Yune, who was slowly turning towards him not far away: "If you had been half a second later, you would have seen more than thirty of me."

Yune remained silent, simply picking up his longsword again and slowly walking towards Gu Xiaole.

He walked very slowly, but for some reason, to the less skilled spectators, each step seemed to be a heavy stomp on their bodies, making them feel short of breath, dizzy, and lightheaded.

'Hold your breath and concentrate. This is the pressure of his sword. It's heavy, but lacks sharpness. Carefully feel this pressure, adapt to it, dismantle it, and counter it.'

The sword spirit's voice, like a whisper, resounded deep within Mo Tan's mind, instantly pulling him briefly out of that overwhelming pressure.

The next moment, Mo Tan, realizing the oppressive feeling sweeping over him again, moved to block Ji Xiaoge and Ya Ya. His deep purple vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and a flash of lightning seemed to pass through his eyes.

At the same time, Youne, who should have been completely unaware of his surroundings, suddenly stopped and turned to look towards a certain spot on the sidelines—

However, in the instant he was distracted, the girl's figure appeared in front of him like a ghost!
[Onmyoji Arts - Curse of Killing - Black Burial]

A black cube, resembling a coffin, trapped Yune inside in the blink of an eye. However, just as Gu Xiaole was about to unleash her spiritual power to sever the life force within the coffin, a long sword pierced through the black coffin from the inside, its blade pointing directly at the neck of the beautiful female Onmyoji.

Gu Xiaole, on the other hand, adopted a posture of waiting to be beheaded, smiling as Yune severed his head.

【Come again? 】

At this moment, not only Yune, but also other spectators with a certain level of strength frowned, clearly not believing that such a trick could serve any purpose other than weakening Gu Xiaole himself.

The moment Yune slashed those 'clones' into paper figures, the sharp-eyed, high-level players had already spotted the problem—

Ultimately, this was just a sophisticated illusion. Although it is unknown how Gu Xiaole did it, the principle behind those clones is actually a power that appears to be similar in strength to Gu Xiaole's normal attacks.

Although no one knows what 'spiritual power' is, the locals of the [Innocent Realm], who have dealt with 'magic power', 'spiritual power', and 'psychic power' quite often, are not unfamiliar with this kind of mystical power, so they accept it easily.

In short, the first strike of that power after it was separated did not show any flaws, but it was extremely fragile. Although it maintained a lifelike existence through some medium, it could still be described as collapsing at the slightest touch.

Therefore, from a practical point of view, this combat tactic is very inefficient. Its main purpose is to continuously put psychological pressure on the opponent before it is seen through.

The real killer move is actually the caster himself, hiding in the shadows and coldly observing the enemy's battle with his clones!
Therefore, with Yune already on guard, one or two easily defeated clones couldn't do much.

unless--

Click!

Casually catching the longsword that Yune had swept with only a fraction of his strength, the Soul Servant coldly turned his pale pupils and dark sclera toward the other, and a pale spiritual flame ignited between his fingers...

"go to hell."

Chapter 2711: The End