Chapter 25: Grand Preceptor, Please Die 1
Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators
Dream-Making Expert
Immortals and mortals were different.
Mortals could not overcome Immortal Masters.
Qingfeng had said these same words to the Bright Moon three months ago.
But three months later.
The one-armed Qingfeng, carrying a left-handed sword, once again stepped into Luojing.
“Qingfeng, you shouldn’t have come back.”
On the high city wall, his former sworn friend held his blade, gazing at Qingfeng below the wall, and spoke slowly.
“We already showed mercy and let you go, allowed you to leave with the Bright Moon’s ashes.”
“You should have taken her ashes back to Yunmeng Marsh, lived in obscurity under a false name, and lived well.”
“Why come back to die?”
Qingfeng raised his head, looking at his sworn friend on the tower. He thought for a moment, then said seriously, “Actually, I don’t know why I came back either.”
“Just like I don’t know why the Bright Moon, knowing she would certainly die, still resolutely charged into Mount Luojing with her sword.”
“I once tried to talk her out of it.”
“But the Bright Moon was always right.”
“She was right.”
Qingfeng repeated it once more, then laughed freely. “Since it was something she believed was right, then I will help her. It was so before, and it should be so now.”
“The Bright Moon is already dead!”
His sworn friend on the tower roared.
“Yes.”
“She’s dead.”
Qingfeng sighed, then slowly raised the sword in his left hand.
He was not skilled with a left-handed sword, but it didn’t matter.
He held the sword horizontally, his mind flashing through all the past moments with the Bright Moon. His tone became calm yet resolute.
“So the things she couldn’t do, I will do.”
“The wish she left unfulfilled, I will fulfill!”
“The Bright Moon has passed, Qingfeng should follow!”
“Grand Preceptor, please die!”
Qingfeng’s voice suddenly became impassioned, like a sword drawn from its sheath, preferring to break rather than bend. His voice was like a thunderclap, finally resounding across the entire sky above Luojing.
“Grand Preceptor, please die!”
“Insolence!”
A furious roar rang out from the imperial palace.
Zhao Ming’an flew into a rage, shouting sharply, “How dare you offend the Grand Preceptor! Kill him for Us!”
At the command, not only the Innate Realm Grandmasters of the imperial family, but also the Innate Realm Grandmasters under the command of the various cultivation clans in Luojing all received their orders and surged forth.
They received the same command.
Before Qingfeng could disturb the Grand Preceptor, No Pardon.
Boom!
Suddenly, a torrential rain.
Luojing finally welcomed its first rain since the start of autumn this year.
The autumn rain was slightly cold, carrying the taste of blood.
Those who had experienced the Great Battle of the Purple Forbidden fifteen years ago looked upon the battle of Innate Realm Grandmasters unfolding atop the city wall, their expressions falling into a daze.
As if they were seeing that Grandmaster Lin Qi who had vanished for so many years.
But Qingfeng was not Lin Qi.
He did not have the invincible power among the Innate Realm, and moreover, he had lost his right hand, only—
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