Embers of Sword

Chapter 464: Fate Reversed

Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse over Qingfu Mountain, which is shrouded by Huxi Cave, and the breeze is gentle.

Su Hong suddenly woke up from his sleep.

He was a little annoyed. How could he fall asleep while meditating? What a useless head!
When I opened my eyes, I saw that many disciples around the dojo had fallen asleep.

What’s going on? Why are so many people taking naps tonight?

"…You're awake."

A lukewarm voice came into my ears.

Su Hong was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and quickly stood up, only to see a tall figure in white standing on the rooftop of a bamboo building with his hands behind his back, looking at another bamboo building.

"Uncle Qianlian."

Su Hong hurried to Qin Qianlian's side.

Qin Qianlian said quietly: "Where is your master?"

Su Hong slapped his head suddenly, then he remembered that his uncle had told him to keep a close eye on Grandmaster Junshan.

Only then did he discover it.

The bamboo building opposite had become empty at some point.

The building was deserted, and the only thing left on the second floor was a light bamboo chair for rest, which swayed in the wind and made a creaking sound.

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"Master Junshan."

A soft sigh sounded from the end of the dried-up creek.

The white ghost put his hands behind his back and slowly walked forward a few steps. He walked past Zen Master Huanxi and Taoist Mo and stood in front of Zhenren Junshan.

The inky night flows in the stream.

The supreme leaders of the three major sects in Southern Xinjiang met with the former Yang God of Da Chu... This scene should have been very serious.

Perhaps it’s because both of them are virgins.

This situation seems somewhat funny and absurd.

"…Several years ago, you were the person I admired the most. No one else."

The white ghost looked at the child in front of him carefully for a long time.

His mind couldn't help but recall the unforgettable scene of the past. Master Junshan, who had been promoted to the Yang God, was full of vigor and vitality. He swept across southern Xinjiang with his sword. Just by summoning his natal flying sword, he overwhelmed everyone so that they couldn't breathe... But now all the sharpness in Master Junshan had dissipated, and he could not see any threat at all.

This reincarnated real person is still in the cave heaven realm.

He knew that with Junshan's qualifications, the realm of Tao that he needed to comprehend had already been perfected.

If you like.

Junshan can be promoted to Yin God at any time...

But so what?

It's just a Yin spirit.

Now, in front of him, the cultivators who had just entered the Yin Shen realm were no different from ants. He could crush them to death if he wanted to.

"Is it?"

Junshan Zhenren tilted his head slightly and asked with a smile: "You admired me back then, was it because I killed 'Shen Daoist'?"

“???” After saying this, Mo Daoren’s expression turned strange.

Back then, Master Junshan almost wiped out the Tiangui Sect. Even though many years had passed, he still remembered this scene vividly...

Because of Junshan Zhenren's sword, the hierarchical relationship among the three major sects changed.

before that.

The Tiangui Sect originally wanted to suppress the Yinshan Sect.

After that, the Tiangui Sect almost broke apart. Even if it stabilized the situation, it could no longer fight to the death with Yinshan.

“There are indeed some reasons.”

The white ghost raised his eyebrows and said, "If you hadn't killed 'Shen Dao Ren', I might have had to endure for a long time before I could get out of this."

At that time, Bai Gui was still young. Although he had picked up the "Earth Dragon" and began to show his talent, Taoist Shen of Tiangui Sect targeted and suppressed him everywhere... Taoist Shen saw that Bai Gui had extraordinary talent and would become a great threat to Tiangui Sect in the future. It was a pity that he did not see his own disaster clearly. After Taoist Shen's death, Tiangui Sect was in turmoil and had no time to care about external things.

This was the happiest time that Bai Gui had ever experienced in his years of cultivation.

"Today is all thanks to you."

The White Ghost looked up at the inky black sky and said softly, "In those years, I often looked up at the sky and lamented the fate that played tricks on me... Your sword changed my fate."

After a brief pause.

"But it doesn't matter now."

Bai Gui laughed and said, "Even if Yinshan defeated Tiangui Sect, it would be meaningless. The three major sects combined are no match for Zhirendao... After all, fate is not something that can be changed so easily."

"so……"

"Even though the three major sects were forced into a desperate situation by the Paper Man Dao, the only thing they were thinking about was how to stab Da Chu in the back."

Junshan Zhenren also laughed, but it was a scornful laugh: "Have you ever thought that if the demon-slaying group wins this time, the fate of the three major sects will be rewritten again?"

"Yes."

Bai Gui had a blank expression on his face, and said leisurely, "If Dangmo wins, the fate of the three major sects will indeed be rewritten...but it may be worse than it is now."

"Tsk."

Junshan Zhenren sighed, "When did you become so dignified? Would you rather die standing than live on your knees? This doesn't match my usual understanding of Southern Xinjiang... You idiots with half your bodies buried in the ground, use your brains to think... Didn't the Li Kingdom royal family treat you like dogs?"

This statement came out.

The atmosphere in the field became subtle.

Be it the White Ghost, the Mo Taoist, or even the Happy Zen Master... they all exuded a cold murderous aura.

Junshan Zhenren is indeed the Great Chu Yang God.

But... that was a decade ago.

A dead camel is indeed bigger than a horse, but can a camel that has just been reincarnated and has not had time to grow up still be bigger than a horse?
"If you said these words sixty years ago, no one would dare to refute you."

The White Ghost sighed softly and said, "It's just that now...it's different."

Sixty years ago, Junshan was a high and mighty yang god. Even if he slapped each of the three men, Bai Gui could only swallow his anger.

But Junshan is nothing now.

Destiny is a very magical thing. Bai Gui and Jun Shan have only met twice.

The last time they met, they were not equal.

This time...it's not equal either.

In southern Xinjiang, there has never been a word called equality. For monks in southern Xinjiang, practicing throughout their lives is like climbing a mountain.

The people in the mountains are superior to others and do whatever they want.

And those people living down the mountain...can only swallow the humiliation and endure it in silence.

But if one day these "people from the mountain" are able to climb to a higher place, what they often have to do is to repay double the "humiliation" they suffered in the past.

"Crash!"

Bai Gui took a step forward. He and Junshan were already very close, only ten feet apart, separated by a dry stream.

At this moment, he stepped into the stream.

The "inequality" caused by the reversal of fate slowly spreads out through eye contact.

Bai Gui, who appeared as a boy, was almost as tall as Junshan, and their eyes were almost at the same level, but at this moment he was "looking down" at the child in Taoist robe in front of him. Bai Gui did not make any other movements, but just shook his sleeves slightly and released a ray of divine thought.

The sound of wind blowing became more rapid.

That was the roar of the vengeful ghost in the Soul Devouring Banner...

In less than a moment, the nearly dried-up stream under the white ghost's feet was dyed ink-black.

"You shouldn't have come."

The white ghost said softly, "Back then, you gave Taoist Shen a ride. Now it's my turn to give you a ride."

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(There will be an update tomorrow at noon.)
(End of this chapter)