Chapter 76 – The Fall of the Sword Saint! Huyan Jian's Hatred!

“Disciple…”

At Jianghai Hotel, Yuwen Xuan lay on the opulent bed, moaning faintly like a wandering ghost.

The room was dimly lit, with four butter lamps flickering in the corners as incense smoke drifted through the air.

These burning Tibetan incense sticks were priceless, containing Snow Lotus, gold, silver, musk… crafted from numerous rare treasures through ancient secret methods. They could calm fright, soothe the spirit, and dispel evil thoughts.

“Master, you’re awake!”

From the corner, Huyan Jian, who had been tending the incense, immediately set down his work upon hearing the call and rushed to Yuwen Xuan’s bedside.

His anxious heart finally settled.

Deviation in cultivation was extremely dangerous. Once a Grandmaster fell into deviation, the consequences were unimaginable – falling into a decades-long slumber wasn’t unheard of.

But fortunately,

Yuwen Xuan was recovering faster than expected.

“How long was I unconscious?”

Yuwen Xuan kept his eyes closed, slightly sniffing the incense in the air, and asked, “How much Mind-Calming Incense did you burn?”

“Almost a full day, Master.”

Huyan Jian replied softly: “I immediately lit the incense when I returned. All the Mind-Calming Incense you collected has been completely burned…”

“All burned up…”

Hearing this, Yuwen Xuan let out a heavy sigh.

This Mind-Calming Incense was something he had spent a fortune to acquire in his early years – eighty-nine sticks in total. Each stick could easily reverse severe cultivation deviation and was beyond priceless.

He had always treasured them dearly, and until now, had personally lit only two sticks…

But now, to save his life,

they had all been burned overnight, barely allowing him to wake up.

This showed just how severe his cultivation deviation had been this time.

Thinking of this, Yuwen Xuan’s energy grew even more depleted, his complexion as pale as silk as he sighed heavily: “This time I was defeated… completely defeated…”

His heavy tone was filled with deep regret and frustration.

“Master?”

Kneeling by the bedside, Huyan Jian sensed Yuwen Xuan’s despondency and tried to comfort him: “Didn’t you say that victory and defeat are but fleeting clouds? Why are you so troubled by it now?”

“Heh, fleeting clouds… Disciple, you don’t understand…”

Yuwen Xuan smiled self-mockingly and opened his eyes: “Your master’s cultivation has severely declined, having fallen back to Mid-stage Grandmaster Realm. More importantly…

My mental state is damaged, and there’s no possibility of recovery in this lifetime!”

As these words fell,

Huyan Jian was instantly shocked, his eyes widening, “How could this be!?”

After all,

Cultivation was about constantly striving upward, with endless vitality.

Someone of Yuwen Xuan’s temperament had devoted his entire life to pursuing the Dao, giving everything to reach Above Grandmaster.

But now,

Yuwen Xuan’s progress had halted…

How was this any different from killing him?

“Yes, disciple, it’s cruel… Your master truly regrets it now.”

Yuwen Xuan struggled to prop himself up, gazing at the neon-lit nightscape outside the window: “I shouldn’t have come to Jianghai City… If I hadn’t come to meet the Jianghai Sword God… I wouldn’t have been provoked by his doppelganger, and wouldn’t have fallen to such a state!”

“Pfft!”

Before he could finish speaking, Yuwen Xuan spat out another mouthful of old blood, instantly staining the silk bedsheet crimson.

“Master!”

Huyan Jian’s face changed dramatically as he quickly grabbed Yuwen Xuan’s arm, channeling Star Power to help regulate his energy.

But what he discovered through this examination shocked him greatly.

At this moment.Yuwen Xuan’s internal energy was abnormally chaotic, his star power in disarray.

Where was there any trace of a living person’s aura?

This awakening of his

was merely a final flicker of life before death!

“Don’t waste your efforts, disciple.”

Yuwen Xuan shook his head and lay back down: “Your master is destined to depart.”

“No… that can’t be, Master.”

Upon hearing this, Huyan Jian’s eyes instantly reddened. He grabbed Yuwen Xuan’s hand, this rough and tough man actually crying like a child.

The next moment.

Boom!

Vast star power gathered and madly poured into his master’s body, like rain falling on withered wood, but to no avail.

“Listen to me, disciple! I understand my condition better than you do.”

Yuwen Xuan coughed lightly a few times, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth: “I woke up this time to make you promise me one thing, otherwise I won’t rest peacefully even in the Yellow Springs.”

“Ma… Master, please speak.”

Huyan Jian knelt on the ground, sobbing.

It was all thanks to Yuwen Xuan’s recognition of his talent that he could achieve what he had today.

Now was the time to repay that debt – he would go through fire and water without hesitation!

Hearing this,

Yuwen Xuan nodded slightly, looking up at the ceiling and whispering:

“Disciple… I’ve reached my limit here, destined never to catch up to the Jianghai Sword God’s footsteps, but you’re different…

Your talent far surpasses mine. As long as you bide your time, within a hundred years you will surely surpass the Jianghai Sword God.”

As he spoke, he turned to look at Huyan Jian, enunciating each word sharply:

“I want you to personally sever that Sword God’s head when the time comes, then crush his disciples, eliminate them root and branch, and cut off all inheritance!”

As his words fell,

Resentment, jealousy, and hatred

filled the air with killing intent, causing the room’s temperature to plummet.

“Yes, Master!”

Huyan Jian nodded while looking at Yuwen Xuan, overwhelming hatred surging in his eyes.

“Good, disciple, this puts my mind at ease.”

“Bring my ashes back to the great grassland. I will watch over you from the heavens pro…”

Before he could finish speaking, the vitality in Yuwen Xuan’s eyes faded, his last breath vanishing, yet a relieved smile hung on his lips.

Thus, a generation’s Sword Saint passed from this world.

“Master!”

Huyan Jian cried out in anguish, prostrating himself before Yuwen Xuan’s sickbed in mourning,

The mournful cries echoed through the room.

Only after a long while

did he lift his head, gazing at the Jianghai nightscape outside the window.

Overwhelming hatred burned in his eyes.

“Jianghai Sword God, in the future I, Huyan Jian, will surely break your bones and feast on your flesh to comfort my master’s spirit in heaven!!!”

……………..

“Achoo!”

In the library, Qin Yang was slacking off when he suddenly sneezed. He quickly pulled out a tissue to blow his nose, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Perfectly fine, why did I sneeze?

Could it be that someone is thinking about me?

Qin Yang wiped his nose, his brow slightly furrowed. He had just left Xiaobai at home today.

Could it be that little loli cursing me!?

“Forget it, never mind. I’ll deal with her when I get back.”

Qin Yang shook his head, threw the used tissue into the trash can, and continued contemplating the Profound Heaven Pill Scripture in his mind.

This was a crystallization of ancient alchemists’ wisdom, containing countless pill formulas within its pages, even including supreme spiritual pills that could directly help break through to the Grandmaster Realm!

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it could revive the dead and regenerate flesh from bones.

But!

Having the formulas was one thing, while obtaining the materials was another matter entirely.Qin Yang had previously checked on his phone and found that the herbs required to refine these Pills were extremely rare, some even unavailable at any price.

Not long ago, he had just passed the probation period at the Library and become a regular employee.

He had barely advanced from the “Great Perfection of Three Thousand” salary realm to the “Four Thousand Five Hundred” realm.

Where would he get spare money to buy materials?

“Ah, even the cleverest housewife can’t cook without rice…”

Qin Yang sighed helplessly.

Just then, he turned and saw Xia He approaching excitedly, shouting:

“Great news, Old Qin! That old geezer from the Grassland has kicked the bucket!”

(End of Chapter)