Chapter 262

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Chapter 262

Empty Grave

Daoist Qing Song swept his gaze over the people at a training ground of a sect under Green Pine Sect’s jurisdiction. Daoist Qing Song personally anointed the patriarch in the past.

“It’s Ancestor Qing Song!”

“Please help us and kill the imperious devil!”

“Ancestor, please avenge us!”

Golden Core Realm elders and disciples knelt before their hope and beseeched him to help them. The youth in rumours soon emerged and sent his piercing gaze at those on their knees. His presence was comparable to a guillotine hanging above their necks.

In the centre of the plaza was a new grave covered in moist and mud. The youth was the individual who dug it up using his bare hands. White paper money was scattered around the grave, and three alight incense sticks were placed at the foot of the tombstone.

Of the three kneeling in front of the grave, one was the sect’s elder and another their patriarch. The youth ruled over the three Golden Core Realm cultivators who normally wielded tremendous influence at Moyun Mountains. They were wounded and had lost a considerable amount of blood.

Gu Yitian plunged his sword into the dirt and calmly directed, “You, kowtow to my shifu and apologise. If you follow my order, I shall spare the rest of Green Pine Sect.”

“Your shifu’s death has nothing to do with me,” responded Daoist Qing Song.

“If it wasn’t for you, Universe Sect wouldn’t have fallen apart. By the same token, my shifu wouldn’t have met with misfortune. Your lust for power cost the lives of countless cultivators. You should’ve expected things to come full circle.”

Daoist Qing Song chuckled bitterly to himself. He knew better than anyone else the peaceful days he enjoyed the last few years were bestowed upon him and not his product of hard work. He never regretted doing what he did to achieve his dream. He was a proponent of spilling blood to achieve big things. If blood was spilt, grudges developed. He thought he was safe with his cultivation. Gu Yitian’s return reminded him to be prepared in times of peace. His daughter had left with Cheng Yan, and he achieved his lifetime’s goal.

“Kill me. I refuse to kneel to Daoist Bo Yang.”

“I shall personally offer your blood to my shifu!”

Gu Yitian raised his sword.

Daoist Qing Song softly exhaled and shut his eyes.