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Chapter 92 Blackwater Butcher's Death

"Bang!" Suddenly, two longswords were drawn, as if triggering something. The frozen corpse exploded, turning into shattered ice shards scattered on the ground. The two young men, excited and dazed, murmured, "Finally... we've avenged ourselves!"

"Let's go, let's go take a look!" Then, as if he had thought of something, a young man quickly informed his companion, swiftly withdrew his icy power, and flashed back the way he came.

"The Flying Snow Sect...!?" The layer of air wall that swept like a snowstorm quickly dissipated. Looking at the two figures that had revealed themselves and turned to walk towards him with their swords drawn, Ling Weiyun's clone had a solemn expression.

The combined attack of the two opponents was so powerful that it barely touched the threshold of the tenth level. Even Blackwater Butcher, whose injuries were less than half as severe as his own, couldn't withstand it and was instantly killed by them!
What about himself, who is seriously injured and in such a sorry state?

"Are you two enemies or friends?" A chilling aura emanated from him. Looking at the two cold-faced youths who had stopped five steps away, Ling Weiyun's mind stirred. He straightened up and asked in a deep voice.

He thought to himself: No matter what, whether it was intentional or unintentional, the other party had saved his life before. Before finding out their intentions, it would be best to maintain a friendly attitude.

"We are late in coming to your rescue, please forgive us, Sect Master!" Tears welled up in the eyes of the two young men. After exchanging a glance, they felt a pang of guilt and quickly knelt respectfully before the withered old man with white hair.

"Who are you...?" The two young men's words were quite surprising. Upon hearing this, Ling Weiyun's clone's eyes flashed with wisdom. Because it was so abrupt, even he was unsure of what to do.

“Sun Yang, a disciple of the Weiyun Sect!”

"Sun Wu, a disciple of the Weiyun Sect!"

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The two young men knelt down and gave their names one after the other. Then, in loud, unison, they shouted and kowtowed:
"Greetings, Elder Sect Master Ling...!"

Boom~!

My brain suddenly exploded, and a memory that had been sealed away for who knows how long surged from a dark corner of my mind.
It surged and gushed out...

An indescribable and inexplicable charm emanated from the stone steps of a mountain peak. The white-haired old man practicing martial arts was completely unaware of it, immersed in the serene atmosphere.

"Look! The first set of boxing techniques is so powerful and fierce!"

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"It's the Stone Crusher Fist!..."

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"What is that soft, yielding fist technique?"

Several diligent disciples, their eyes filled with reverence.
Amidst the lively discussion, everyone watched that figure, sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle.

"That's called Tai Chi!"

Exhaling a breath of stale air and wiping the sweat from his forehead, the old man smiled kindly.

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"Once you're down the mountain, don't come back! There will be bloodshed in the sect!"

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"Sect Master...!"

"Get out of here! There's no time to explain."

The old man was furious and chased away his three resentful disciples.

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“Sun Yang, Sun Wu…! So it was you!?” The old man muttered to himself, then looked at the two handsome young men kneeling before him with disbelief in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, three or four years had passed. Feng Ling never expected that the few young disciples who had been driven down the mountain by him and had survived by sheer luck had now reached the level of advanced ninth-level ghost spirit masters.

What I could never have predicted was that an unintentional act of kindness back then would actually save my life today, just before I was about to die!

This is exactly what the saying means:
"what goes around comes around!
It's not that we won't report it, it's just...

The time is not yet ripe...!

The two disciples were overjoyed upon hearing this, and were very grateful that the white-haired old man opposite them still remembered them. They said in trembling voices, "Yes, yes... it's us!"

"Sect Master, please sit down!" The two disciples helped the elderly man, whose breathing was disordered, to sit cross-legged beside the pile of rubble. They nodded to each other, stretched out their hands, which were gathering power, and suddenly pressed their palms together against the old man's back.

As a gentle white energy flowed continuously into his body through his back, his flushed face quickly calmed down. Ling Weiyun's clone immediately had an idea, and an exceptionally gentle blue warm current rose in his meridians.

Blue and white energies intertwined, and the injuries healed at an astonishing speed...

"Alright, I'm fine now, stop!" After a stick of incense had burned, he realized he could move freely again, and a gentle force of recoil slowly emanated from the withered old man's back.

"Hiss~!" Sun Yang and Sun Wu immediately took a few steps back and stopped their practice. They were shocked. The sect leader's recovery ability was too abnormal!
"This place is no place to linger!" After sweeping around the dusty cemetery, the withered old man suppressed the two brothers, Sun Yang and Sun Wu, who were about to speak.

"Wait! I have something else to do." After taking only two steps, Feng Ling's heart stirred, and he stopped again, quickly turning around.

"What's wrong with the sect leader?" Turning around, Sun Yang and his companion were filled with doubt as they saw the withered old man half-squatting on a pile of ruins. Then, a faint, aged sigh echoed from the ground.

"Old friend, rest in peace! We brothers must be true friends in the next life!" Holding up five or six pieces of icy ice, Ling Weiyun muttered to himself in a daze.

Then, the small amount of ghostly and divine power that had just been restored began to circulate, and soon a pit half a meter wide was dug in the ground.

"Sect Master...!" Looking at the withered old man burying the enemy's bones with soil, the two disciples were deeply moved and felt a great deal of emotion. Now that the great revenge had been achieved, it was only a momentary feeling of satisfaction.

Even if there was great hatred in life, it all dissipates after death. So, what should they do after that? For a moment, Sun Yang and his companion were somewhat lost in thought and did not go forward to disturb them.

As Feng Ling scooped up some soil, he mentally calculated, thinking to himself, "The grudges and entanglements of the past three years have vanished in an instant! With the Blackwater Butcher buried, the feud between the Weiyun Sect can be considered to have come to a complete end. It's a fair exchange for Ling Weiyun and his wife, and... this body!"

Blackwater Butcher has received his retribution and is now dead. All those involved in the massacre at Weiyun Sect have also been killed or injured. Apart from the evil spirit master Black Smoke, this cause and effect has been settled.

Upon closer reflection, aside from the poison, the black smoke had been affected by the Seven-Step Soul-Severing Powder and thus withdrew from the bloody massacre. Pan Yuanshi's heart was ripped out by the Black Water Claw, a fact that Feng Ling only recalled later. In short, the black smoke, whose true nature remained unknown, seemed to have been untouched by human karma.
At least not the time three years ago; the rest of the time, it's unknown. But keeping an evil spirit master around is always a threat. Feng Ling won't deliberately seek out or hunt down the black smoke anymore, but if he encounters it, he certainly won't show any mercy!

Everyone is exhausted from the Chinese New Year holiday, and the internet was also slow, so I missed updating yesterday.

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