Chapter 475 - 269: As Swift as Lightning
Chapter 475: Chapter 269: As Swift as Lightning
Taiheng Sect, within Sword Pavilion.
At this moment, sword qi is roaring, and energy is crisscrossed.
Today was originally the day Wen Fusheng, Master of Luochun Manor, visited Taiheng Sect, preparing to attend the Sword Conferment Ceremony two days later.
As soon as the parties sat down, before Wen Fusheng could say anything, Taiheng Sect began to elaborate on the matter of Chu Qing’s alleged assassination of Li Junmo.
This made Wen Fusheng choke back what he originally wanted to say.
Later, when they inquired how they treated ’the Third Young Master,’ Wen Fusheng realized that these people dared to attack his treasured daughter.
Gentle and he were always apart, with the apple of his eye not by his side, Wen Fusheng occasionally felt regret when he thought of her.
He asked her to stay by Chu Qing primarily so that Chu Qing could save her life.
If the two of them could see eye to eye, that would be even better.
But if there is sentiment, how could Chu Qing bear to watch his daughter die because of Celestial Fragrance Body?
Yet, feeling inevitable concern, he traveled thousands of miles to Taiheng Sect to attend this arduous Sword Conferment Ceremony despite not leaving Luochun Manor for many years.
The outcome was unfavorable... he did not see his daughter; instead, he learned the people of Taiheng Sect bullied his daughter!
Wen Fusheng became more and more furious, and when Lan Shuyi and Ye Wanqiu arrived earlier, they coincidentally witnessed Wen Fusheng erupting in rage, questioning Taiheng Sect.
In the end, he simply started fighting.
Taiheng Sect, on the one hand, did not know Chu Qing had Luochun Manor’s young lady by his side.
On the other hand, they attempted to pin the blame, confirming Chu Qing’s alleged guilt for wanton killing of innocents; little did they imagine that before finalizing the accusation, they would instead offend the Master of Luochun Manor.
In an instant, they were faced with endless complaints.
However, Wen Fusheng gave them no chance, with Celestial Inference Star Control Skill combined with Nine Heavens Star Finger, despite the Taiheng Sect members possessing superior sword technique with their own diversities, not following the same path.
But faced with the fervently angry Wen Fusheng, no subtle sword technique was of any use.
Once Celestial Inference Star Control Skill’s domain is expanded, unless martial arts are many times superior to his, anyone entering would slow down by ninety percent.
Those weaker in martial arts may even become completely immobile.
Moreover, his Nine Heavens Star Finger is both quick and fierce—before long, numerous people were already lying on the ground in the arena.
Sitting here hosting the situation today was an elder whose hair and beard were all white.
Witnessing Wen Fusheng’s rampaging power spread, he felt completely speechless.
It felt as if Taiheng Sect had likely been facing ill-fated circumstances these past days; otherwise, last night having Chu Qing wreak havoc, killing masses with bodies almost without space for placement.
Moreover, among nine grand elders, eight were dead and one injured, while the surviving one was barely hanging on.
Today, although Wen Fusheng hasn’t gone on a rampage like Chu Qing, yet judging from the current situation, those severely injured by him won’t be able to get out of bed without months of recovery.
Even if they emerge, they may not recover to their peak condition.
Given Taiheng Sect’s foundation, if allowed to be depleted like this, century-long establishment might be destroyed in an instant.
At this moment, the elder slapped the chair back:
"Enough!!!"
Sound as metal and iron, the voice echoed into sword cries.
Among those present, anyone holding a sword felt their swords tremble, restless within their sheaths upon hearing this person speak.
At this point, Wen Fusheng was engaging with another Taiheng Sect elder in combat, halfway through a finger attack; wherever there was before the person opposing spoke "enough," he paused, coldly smiling, preparing for a finger strike.
Suddenly, a buzzing sound—a flash of sword resonance abruptly penetrated the battle circle.
This sword qi was extremely sharp; it may not be considered highly skillful, but its profound power was by no means comparable to ordinary men.
Wen Fusheng’s brows slightly furrowed, fingertips lifted with a sprightly motion, a finger born, and the Ninth Layer fell.
This move was precisely Nine Stars Linked Pearls within Nine Heavens Star Finger, layer upon layer of finger force, echoing back and forth.
In an instant, the forceful wind and sword qi spread throughout Sword Pavilion.
The elder originally sitting abruptly rose to his feet, and beneath him, the chair shattered into pieces instantly upon rising.
While Wen Fusheng’s body subtly trembled, his wide sleeves swayed to both sides—crash, crash, the tables and chairs on both sides were crushed into pieces by the sword qi swatted out from his sleeves.
Raising his gaze to meet the elder, Wen Fusheng coldly laughed:
"Ge Hong, you have reached this level in your life cultivation, which is indeed commendable.
"Looking at your intent, are you planning to duel with me today?"
"... Manor Master Wen, you jest."
The elder called Ge Hong lowered his eyes:
"Within this matter, there might be a misunderstanding; that Third Young Master is ruthless, killing countless of our Taiheng Sect disciples.
"It may not be a good thing for your young lady to be with such a person..."
"Hahaha!!!"
Wen Fusheng laughed heartily:
"You live in mediocrity to this age, yet these years seem to have all gone to waste?
"Trying to sow discord in front of me!?
"Who he is, I know far better than you.
"Trying to frame the event of killing Li Junmo on him... I want to ask, does your Taiheng Sect truly have the ability to bear such consequences?"
"What abilities Taiheng Sect possesses does not require your knowledge.
"And the consequences Taiheng Sect needs to bear... I am rather curious to find out."
A voice suddenly came from outside the door.
Upon hearing this voice, many elders inside brightened their eyes momentarily.
Simultaneously, they turned their heads to look outside, only to see a person carrying a sword approaching; upon first sight, still positioned at the temple’s front square, merely a flicker, he had already reached the front of Sword Pavilion.