Free Web NovelChapter 1058: Chapter 731: Corpse Mirror
"Let me guess, even if I tell you the whereabouts of that treasure, my Deputy Sect Master won’t get any benefits. After all, it’s just a single treasure; there’s no way you’ll give it up. Then what’s his motive for going through all this trouble?" The young sect master seemed to be talking to himself.
In the next moment, the young sect master gently tapped his head, appearing as if he suddenly realized something, and laughed, "I get it now, it’s definitely because I’m still alive that guy can’t sleep well!"
"You can rest assured regarding this matter, Sect Master. Once we obtain that treasure, we will take you back to Japan; from now on, you will be an honored guest of the Heimu Clan." President Heimu spoke sincerely, "Moreover, the Big Leader specifically instructed us to take care of you as much as possible. He eagerly awaits meeting you on Japan Island."
"An honored guest again..." The young sect master chuckled wryly, rubbing his forehead, "The last time someone said something like that was the Old Clan Leader of Ru Lin Academy, and as a guest, I was imprisoned for a full 10 years. You’re even more ruthless; it seems you’re planning to imprison me on Japan Island for a lifetime."
"Your country has an ancient saying, ’A wise man submits to circumstances.’ I hope the sect master will recognize the situation." President Heimu’s patience was clearly wearing thin.
"I’m sorry, I’m used to being free-spirited, and I don’t like being imprisoned, especially in a place riddled with natural and man-made disasters; I wouldn’t be able to live there." The young sect master shook his head and refused.
"Bastard! Open your eyes, this is no place for you to act recklessly. Don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!" An impatient Junior Brother Level expert slammed the table and shouted.
This outburst completely ignited the tense atmosphere in the main hall, and several samurais drew their swords, glaring angrily at the young sect master.
They awaited only a word from President Heimu to rush forward and use their spiritual power to chop this ungrateful young man into pulp.
In response, the young sect master sighed, slowly stood up, and looked toward President Heimu who sat at the head, as if today’s outcome depended solely on this man’s decision.
"President, I have no intention of being an enemy to your society. I ask for your indulgence; if you must act, it need not be immediately. Could you allow me to finish speaking and then make your decision?"
Seeing that President Heimu did not reply, just regarded him coldly, the young sect master spoke slowly, "In the battle at Ru Lin Academy, your Black Wood Society suffered heavy losses; there are hardly any combatants remaining, all of whom are almost gathered here. President, Mr. Ruo, and the two Junior Brothers, the remaining people are all at least Assistant Chief level, am I right?"
"You are strong, President is a renowned master of Japan Island; although not as powerful as your father, Heimu Lian Tailang, you’re not someone an ordinary Netherworld-level Apostle can contend with. This is evident from your ability to withstand two secret technique killing moves from the Old Clan Leader of Ru Lin Academy and still retreat unharmed."
The young sect master smiled and raised a finger, "Shamefully, I was captured after just one strike back then." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
"However, I imagine you are now at the end of your strength; otherwise, you wouldn’t be wasting words with me. Wouldn’t it be simpler to capture me first and then ask questions?"
"And Mr. Ruo, you are also strong, with spiritual power matching that of a Netherworld-level Apostle. But frankly, it’s still not strong enough. From your match with that talentless Yang Yunluo, your actual strength is even less than his."
"Under a one-on-one condition, at most a quarter of an hour, if you don’t flee, you will certainly die at his hand. Not that your talent is inferior, but that Yang Yunluo is the apparent leader of Ru Lin Academy. The formidable heritage of Upper Three Bookshops is not something your Danyan Island forces can compare to. His talent does not lose out, but your magic artifact falls far short."
"And now to speak of these two Junior Brothers, you guys..." The young sect master hesitated, finally waved his hand, and with a helpless smile, said, "Forget it, your random punches and kicks are a complete mess."
"Bastard..." The Junior Brother Level expert who had previously rebuked him drew his sword, wishing to split him in half.
But without the president’s command, none of them dared to move. After all, their goal was not to kill someone, but to find out the treasure’s location; otherwise, even if they returned to Japan Island alive, they would be held accountable by the Big Leader.
This matter was personally orchestrated by the Big Leader, reputed to possess divine and ghostly abilities; without his command, they wouldn’t dare to delve here and launch a sneak attack on Ru Lin Academy’s faction.
"Have you finished speaking?" President Heimu finally spoke, with a hint of peculiarity in his eyes as he looked at the young sect master.
"Just about." The young sect master shrugged, "My point is clear, I’ll just leave now, you walk your path, I’ll walk mine, we’ll go separate ways, owing nothing to each other."
"I’m curious, you’re merely stalling time by saying all this, but I can’t figure out, in your current situation, who could possibly come to rescue you?" This wasn’t an attempt at intimidation, because it was the former Deputy Sect Master of Yu Yuan Sect, now the current sect master, who lured him here.
They cooperated, with that Deputy Sect Master generously asking for no reward, only for the young sect master’s death.
"If there’s no rescue, are you arrogant enough to think you can withstand the attacks of two Netherworld-level Apostles, and seven Ghost-level Apostles, even if we are not in our prime?"
President Heimu was in no hurry to make a move; after all, as the head of a society, he possessed a certain level of patience.
The battle at Ru Lin Academy had significantly depleted the foundations of Black Wood Society, and those capable of fighting were mostly here. Should combat arise, further losses were likely, something he sought to avoid.
Moreover, he believed the young sect master should understand that since the matter involved the Innate Treasure Hundred Ghost Coffin Robe, there was no way they would spare him; otherwise, even he, as president, would have to commit seppuku upon return.
Except for buying time, he couldn’t think of any reason.
"Phew—" As if he had just completed something important, the young sect leader let out a long breath, his entire body relaxed and even his expression became intoxicated, like someone drunk.
"President, aren’t you curious why my ambitious Deputy Sect Master hasn’t arrived?" the young sect leader asked with a laugh.
"You killed him." President Heimu remained unwavering.
"As expected of the President, sharp eyes!" the young sect leader praised, then shook his head, "What a pity, today I fear you won’t leave here intact, or I would gain a few more competent aides."
Upon hearing this, President Heimu seemed to suddenly realize something. The next second, his palm flipped, and the crimson demon sword was gripped in his hand, leaving a dark red rift in the air as the blade swept across.
At the young sect leader’s sideways evasion moment, there was suddenly the sound of fabric ripping behind him. A figure smashed through the screen from behind, leaping into the air to kill, a plain tachi swift as the wind, slicing down from the young sect leader’s shoulder like a butterfly at an extremely fast speed.
President Heimu’s strike was only a feint; this sneak attack was the killing move. To make the President feint for it, one could only imagine the power behind this strike.
"I already told you to leave, but you insisted on staying to die, why?"
The young sect leader sighed lightly, and the next second, the maid holding the sword in front of the sect leader’s delicate face suddenly split open, not just her face, but also her neck, then her body, until she split completely in half, finally "boom," the blood exploded out.
This scene deeply shocked everyone in front, including the self-important second-in-command Wakatou.
The young sect leader extended his hand behind him, as if drawing a sword, pulling out from thin air a thin, mirror-like small door, missing a piece roughly at the handle, upon closer inspection, the missing part was much like a small mirror.
The female assassin had accidentally hit the sharp edge of this mirror door, hence was sliced in two.
Though she was a top assassin under President Heimu and a skilled Ghost-level Apostle specializing in assassination, in front of the young sect leader, she was simply showing off her inferior skills.
"President Heimu, everyone, come meet some old friends!"
The next second, the young sect leader harnessed his spiritual power and pushed open this eerie mirror door. Facing the incredulous gazes of those present, two figures slowly stepped out.
The two stood on either side of the sect leader, like guards, emitting a terrifying aura that even the second-in-command Wakatou found shocking.
These two were not strangers to those present, one was Ru Lin Academy’s Dean Yang Yunluo, the other was the Deputy Sect Master who failed to meet up tonight.
But now neither was alive; their wounds gaped, with no more blood flowing.
Yang Yunluo appeared the most miserable; his neck was cut by a third, courtesy of President Heimu, covered in filthy blood, his stomach slashed open with rotting intestines dangling outside.
The corpse’s exposed skin was covered in ugly corpse spots, eyes empty, surrounded only by dense evil qi.
The Deputy Sect Master’s body was comparatively intact, but his chest was broken open, heart nowhere to be found.
"Time is tight, I can only temporarily restore more than 50% of their fighting power alive, however..."
The young sect leader stepped forward, his wrist rotating as the beads on his wrist "came alive," twisting like a snake with a "hiss-hiss" sound, "Adding me, the three of us should suffice!"
"Leave no survivors, I’ll deal with him, the other two are yours, be sure to destroy that door!" President Heimu’s eyes blood-red, kicked over the wooden table, and charged with his sword.
The other Black Wood Society experts, being experienced warriors, were initially shocked but quickly stabilized, following the President into battle. In no time, the splendid main hall was destroyed, the entire courtyard becoming a battlefield.
Oddly, this fierce bloodshed had no firelight; ghostly fog lingered in the mountains, winds howled, no sound at all, as if completely shielded by some force.
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