Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Blowing off Steam

There was an angry mob of cultivators stuck at the academy entrance since the air route was cordoned. They rambled and rambled, only for Sun Yin to fire back, “Shut up. You’re all implicated in his death. For as long as the culprit is on the loose, you can forget about your peace. Are you going to argue with Patriarch Qing Song?”

Tu Panshan: “Haha, all the talk about your almighty Primordial Infant Realm cultivator, yet you can’t find a culprit? Some Primordial Infant Realm cultivator he is.”

“Men, arrest them for insulting Patriarch Qing Song!” commanded Sun Yin, with a wave of his hand.

Six Foundation Establishment Realm disciples attacked Jiuhua Sect’s disciples.

Swords clanged as the two parties started their fight. Meanwhile, Sun Yin turned to Mu Yu and declared, “As for you, I’ll kill you as deterrence.”

Sun Yin slashed at Mu Yu. Mu Yu’s spiritual energy swung along the trajectory of his blade that forced Sun Yin back. Mu Yu had pent up frustration from the events of the last few days and wanted to blow off some steam.

Mu Yu wasn’t naïve enough to think they’d just let it go, but enough was enough, and they deserved the lesson. His sentiments rubbed off on those watching, and they were just as glad somebody vented and spoke up on their behalf.

Mu Yu dusted himself off and made his way in.

***

That night, Mu Yu lied on his bed at his courtyard and spaced out. He knew it was going to be a festival at his door tomorrow after he slapped around the two sects. Anyhow, he was glad to finally be back to his usual self.

Mu Yu contemplated why they targeted his shifu, when the elder was always smiling, reasonable and kind. He pondered what his shifu’s significance to Third Heaven Continent was. What was the point of throwing Moyun Mountains into disarray? Perhaps they wanted to get every sect in on the search for his shifu. Perhaps his shifu went missing because he figured Dustfallen Sect wouldn’t be safe from the ordeal, either.

Mu Yu rolled over and chuckled to himself. He wanted everyone to witness Daoist Qing Song grovelling at the youth’s feet. He wanted to see the imperious disciples stunned expressions.

An individual in dark clothing emerged in the academy, his five claws reflecting the moonlight.