Jade Dynasty: I am the master of the Burning Sword, my swordsmanship is unparalleled.

Chapter 169 Dealing with the Old Pine
Qingyun Gate, Tongtian Peak, inside Yuqing Hall.

The heavily injured Dao Xuan Zhenren sat in the middle, with Pu Hong Shangren sitting on one side, his arm completely infected by a deadly poison. On the other side, however, was not the head of the Qingyun lineage, but Zhang Xiaofan, who wielded the vicious sword Fenji and the ancient sword Zhuxian.

Dao Xuan Zhenren turned to look at Pu Hong Shangren's poisoned arm, a hint of worry in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"Senior Brother Puhong, your arm..."

“Amitabha, Brother Daoxuan, there’s no need to worry. But there is something I would like to ask you to be my witness.”

Master Puhong, however, remained calm, raised one hand in front of him, softly chanted a Buddhist mantra, and then spoke in a deep voice.

Dao Xuan Zhenren was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, while Zhang Xiaofan on the other side seemed to have thought of something. He looked up at Pu Hong Shangren, then turned his head to look at the Qingyun disciples, and finally his gaze fell on Lin Jingyu.

After hesitating for a moment, Dao Xuan Zhenren nodded slightly and responded softly.

"Please speak, Senior Brother Puhong!"

"I am willing to atone for the sins committed by my junior brother Puzhi, and I leave them to the two benefactors to decide!"

When Master Puhong spoke, he bowed to Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu. Of course, he was actually speaking to Lin Jingyu more than anything else.

Zhang Xiaofan sighed softly. Lin Jingyu paused for a moment, then stepped forward, his Dragon-Slaying Sword instantly unsheathed, pointing directly at Master Puhong.

The expressions of the others around him changed upon seeing this. Faxiang even took a step to the side, wanting to stand in front of Master Puhong, but Master Puhong pulled him away.

"Benefactor Lin, no matter how you decide to handle today's events, this humble monk and Tianyin Temple will have no complaints. We only hope that you can let go of the past. Amitabha!"

Master Puhong looked at Lin Jingyu with a calm expression and spoke in a composed manner, ending with a soft chant of Buddhist mantra.

What if I kill you?

Lin Jingyu's eyes turned slightly cold, and a chilling sword aura surged on the Dragon Slayer Sword, as if it were about to pierce out at any moment.

Seeing this, many people were on tenterhooks and couldn't help but worry.

Master Puhong is the abbot of Tianyin Temple, a righteous master. In this great battle, he risked his life to save the Poison God. If he were to die at the hands of the righteous, even if he knew there was a reason for it and would not blame Lin Jingyu, he would still feel uneasy.

"Jingyu!"

Qi Hao couldn't help but gasp softly, wanting to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know how to plead for mercy.

In a corner of the main hall, Daoist Cangsong gazed at the figure in blood-stained white robes, a hint of relief in his eyes. He smiled and seemed to be murmuring something.

Faced with Lin Jingyu's indifferent question, Master Puhong remained calm and replied.

"Blood debts must be repaid in blood; it is only right!"

"is it?"

Lin Jingyu's eyes turned cold instantly, and the next moment, he took a step forward without hesitation, slashing down with the Dragon Slayer Sword in his hand.

"Pfft!"

With a swift movement, the sword fell, and a stream of deep purple blood spurted from Master Puhong's arm, staining the ground and other people's clothes with a hissing sound.

Lin Jingyu indifferently sheathed his sword, looked down at the arm completely corroded by the deadly poison, and said in a cold voice.

"From this day forward, all grudges are settled!"

"Thank you very much, Benefactor Lin!"

The slightly unsteady Venerable Puhong bowed to Lin Jingyu once more, and then, with the help of his Dharma Image, slowly sat down.

Seeing this, Tian Buyi took out a elixir and gave it to Master Puhong, which stopped the bleeding. Master Puhong first thanked him, then gave Dao Xuan Zhenren an apologetic smile.

"Thank you, I'm sorry to bother you!"

Dao Xuan Zhenren gently shook his head, his gaze sweeping around the hall. After what had just happened, everyone no longer cared about Zhang Xiaofan's decision to let ten thousand people go down the mountain.

However, Dao Xuan Zhenren still spoke in a deep voice, explaining to everyone.

"Fellow righteous comrades, we are deeply grateful for your help in this crisis. However, there was another reason for what happened earlier. Letting the remnants of the demonic sect go was something we had no choice but to do."

Although Venerable Dali looked very thin, he was also very thoughtful. He realized that the previous act of deliberately letting Wanrenwang and the others go was definitely a trick to scare him, and he was the first to speak up in agreement.

"You flatter me, Master. We trust both Sect Leader Daoxuan and Master Zhang in their character and conduct."

"Thank you for your understanding, Venerable One!"

Dao Xuan Zhenren responded softly, and among the others, there were also many intelligent people who chimed in, and no one bothered to pursue the matter any further.

Dao Xuan Zhenren nodded, then gestured to Shang Zhengliang and Zeng Shuchang, his expression becoming serious as he spoke in a deep voice.

“Junior brothers, bring the traitor here.”

Upon hearing this, Shang Zhengliang and Zeng Shuchang immediately came to the side of Cangsong Daoren. Looking at their former familiar fellow disciples, their eyes couldn't help but show some complicated emotions.

After Cangsong Daoren stood up, he walked calmly towards the center of the main hall. Behind him, Shang Zhengliang and Zeng Shuchang did not try to escort him, showing them considerable leniency.

Standing in the middle of the main hall, Daoist Cangsong looked up at the statues of the Three Pure Ones and suddenly sighed softly. A look of guilt flashed across his usually upright face as he slowly knelt down.

"Pine tree, do you know your crime?"

Dao Xuan Zhenren shouted, but Cangsong Daoren smiled lightly and said frankly.

"This disciple confesses his sins. No matter how the Sect Leader punishes him, this disciple will have no regrets!"

Looking down at the Taoist priest, Dao Xuan Zhenren suddenly sighed softly, his tone softening as he spoke gently.

"Speak, do you have any last words?"

"Last words?"

Daoist Cangsong murmured something, then turned to look at Qi Hao, Lin Jingyu, and the group of Dragon Head Peak disciples standing together.

Looking at the various expressions of reluctance and regret in the eyes of his disciples, as well as Lin Jingyu's complicated expression, Daoist Cangsong suddenly revealed a gratified smile.

He had taken the wrong path and done the wrong things, but no matter what, he would never regret teaching these disciples.

"This disciple has two requests, which I humbly request the Sect Leader to grant."

Hearing Cangsong Daoren's voice, all the Qingyun disciples present, especially the chief elders, had complicated expressions. When had Cangsong Daoren ever spoken to Daoxuan Zhenren like this before?

"speak!"

Dao Xuan Zhenren spoke indifferently, and Cangsong Daoren responded calmly.

"The first thing is that the position of the head of Dragon Head Peak must not be held by Qi Hao, Lin Jingyu, or other disciples of Dragon Head Peak!"

The words of the Taoist Cangsong caused an uproar.

(End of this chapter)