Estranged Chapter 86

Published at 27th of December 2021 08:57:38 PM

An illusion, a puppet, a trap.

All kinds of chaotic guesses flashed through Sun Buku’s mind in a split second.

He concentrated his attention on Changming. The latter was standing motionless like a mountain, allowing him to look as much as he pleased.

Xu Jingxian sensed Sun Buku enveloping his body with an oppressive aura of spiritual powers in a flash. It was so strong that she almost fell to her knees on the ground.

Despite that she still managed to stand, while gritting her teeth. However, Jun Zilan could not. He took a few steps back with a terrified expression on his face.

At the same time, Changming’s face was unperturbed, although his sleeves started fluttering despite there being no wind. They were already raised, as if he could catch a ride on the fair wind and fly away at any moment.

The two of them were actually fighting!

Xu Jingxian suddenly understood.

One of them was exerting an atmosphere of raw violence, gradually pressing forward, and the other had drawn a bow ready to shoot. The situation was tense.

It seemed that there were no good feelings left between them.

The master has reunited with his disciple, and they are starting off like this?!

Xu Jingxian thought about it again. When Clan Master Zhou saw Jiufang Changming, his reaction was not that different.

But it was not the same either.

Zhou Keyi was seething with hatred, almost spitting anger, and just wishing he could unleash the decades of his loathing towards Changming.

Sun Buku was not like this.

His expression was tranquil, soft even, and the corners of his lips formed a faint smile. The thought of killing Changming was not showing in his eyes, but the murderous qi left no room for doubt.

Sun Buku wanted to kill Changming!

And he was already at it!

Xu Jingxian was frightened, but also puzzled over one thing.

No matter what kind of grievances there were between the two of them, even if there were many, and Sun Buku really wanted him dead, why would he immediately try to kill him while outwardly expressing no killing intent?

Was he just testing Changming’s boundaries, or did he want to kill him for real?

If he wanted to kill, why did it not show on his face?

If he wanted to kill, he should be quick, precise and deadly.

These thoughts flashed by in her mind extremely quickly, and then, Sun Buku struck the ground with his cane. The spiritual powers swiftly scattered around like waves, then gathered in one point, and rushed towards Changming, strong enough to topple mountains and overturn seas!

Changming raised his hand, moving his index finger in a sword controlling way. The gesture was plain and inconspicuous, almost random.

“Sword, come.”

The Sifei Sword obeyed immediately, its glow nearly reaching the sky, like that of a flying immortal. It broke through the barriers with irresistible force, as if it was cutting through bamboo shoots, pressing forward all the way to Sun Buku’s face.

The swell on the ground was flowing violently as the cane trembled, emitting circles of white light.

The two spiritual treasures were hanging midair, matched in strength.

Xu Jingxian noticed an abnormality.

Yun Weisi was not trying to interfere.

In the context of him always trying to protect Senior Jiufang, it was weird to see him remain an indifferent bystander.

But not only did he remain one, his expression was also completely apathetic.

It seemed that the death of the men in front of his eyes was irrelevant to him.

Yun Weisi uttered one sentence.

“This Jiufang Changming is a fake.”

Xu Jingxian froze.

For a while, she could not process this information.

Yun Weisi kept talking.

“Shizun is fighting Shengjue further ahead this road, so this Jiufang Changming must be a fake!”

Xu Jingxian could not help but look at Jiufang Changming.

His expression had not changed, his gaze still locked on Sun Buku. Yun Weisi’s words had not changed his countenance.

But Sun Buku suddenly withdrew.

He abruptly grabbed his cane and raised it, making the waves disappear. The circles of light vanished as well.

The fighting spirit and pressure of the battle turned incorporeal at once, and the Sifei Sword was sheathed once again, returning to Changming.

Everything went back to how it was at the beginning.

“So you’re saying that I’m a fake, yet you’re the real deal?”

Changming did not get angry, remaining unfazed in the midst of chaos, and turned to Yun Weisi.

Xu Jingxian looked Changming up and down, then turned to Yun Weisi. For now, her eyesight did not allow her to determine who was a fake. In her opinion, both of them looked real.

But both had stated that the other was fake, which was quite amusing.

Yun Weisi looked at Jiufang Changming and said coldly: “What evidence can you provide to prove that you’re real?”

Changming raised his eyebrows: “The Sifei Sword is the best proof. What about you?”

Yun Weisi raised his arm, and the Chunzhao Sword appeared in the air, emitting a glow, its qi surging.

After everyone had taken a good look at it, he waved his sleeve again, hiding the sword.

Both of them had control of their swords. Moreover, the swords were highly recognisable and famous.

Sun Buku had seen Yun Weisi’s Chunzhao Sword many times, and had even fought against it.

There was no need to mention Jiufang Changming’s Sifei Sword.

A hand-to-hand fight with Jiufang Changming was enough for Sun Buku to find out that his cultivation base was profound, his spiritual powers formidable. Even today  Sun Buku would have had to fight at full strength to match him.

The ground was shaking even more violently now, so Jun Zilan said hastily: “If you want to fight, then fight. Even if you’re not going, I am!”

He said these words, and turned around to enter the crevice.

Changming stretched out his hand, and a gust of spiritual powers made Jun Zilan retreat.

“Until everything is cleared up, no one will leave.”

This line made Xu Jingxian think that this Changming was a fake.

Clearly, he was trying to trap them in this place.

Jun Zilan glared at him.

Although he did not know who Changming was, he had seen his battle with Sun Buku, so he could guess that Changming’s cultivation level was high. No matter how angry Jun Zilan was, he would not dare act recklessly.

“Daoyou, it’s fine if you don’t want to run for your life, but it is way too despotic of you to forbid others from leaving! If we linger here, we’ll turn into corpses, what good is this outcome for you!”

By saying this, he wanted to egg Sun Buku or anyone else on to fight with Changming.

But, contrary to everyone’s expectations, Sun Buku turned to Yun Weisi and asked him with a faint smile: “Shixiong Yun, what is your Dao heart?”

Dao heart: basically the reason why one cultivates

Yun Weisi stared back at him coldly, and did not answer.

He was always like this, so Sun Buku did not mind his attitude and asked again: “All these years, I have been thinking about one thing. After Jiufang Changming had entered the Nine Layers of the Abyss, no one forced you to follow. Given your strength, you could have become the commander of the Daoist sects with minimal effort. Moreover, you had already broken off your relationship with Jiufang Changming by then, so there was no master-disciple affection between the two of you. Why would you still rush into the Nine Layers of the Abyss mindlessly all by yourself, forcing yourself into a deadlock where survivors are a rarity compared to corpses?”

Xu Jingxian wanted to know the answer as well.

Not just Xu Jingxian, almost every cultivator had the same question.

When Yun Weisi had decided to guard the Nine Layers of the Abyss, everyone was highly praising his unselfishness and will to protect the world. But as the years went by, and events of the past were slowly being covered with a layer of dust, with one generation succeeding another, how much longer would people still remember the once exceptionally talented Daozun?

When he was shining the brightest, even the two main sects, the Wanjian Immortal Clan and the Celestial Abode Shenxiao, had to defer to and respect him as their leader. In the past, the Yunhuang Temple had Changming, and then, there was Yun Weisi. Just like a rising star, when he was about to reach the middle of the sky, Yun Weisi entered the Nine Layers of the Abyss and lay in the dust up until today, when no one would help him anymore.

Although the path of cultivation was long and painstaking, and the fame and fortune that all mortals valued meant nothing to cultivators, they still cared about reputation. The competition between sects had never disappeared. The orthodox sects looked down on the Demonic ones, and the big clans looked down on the small sects, even though for the most part they were the same.

The ultimate goal of a cultivator was ascension. However, throughout the years, few managed to ascend, and most of them were simply rolling about in the mundane world.

Yun Weisi had left behind so much he could have obtained easily had he just stayed put and not moved. Many people said that he had gone to the Nine Layers of the Abyss as it was a good opportunity to comprehend the Dao, but just as many people disagreed.

Several glances landed on Yun Weisi, waiting for him to answer.

The author has something to say:

#Yun Weisi is being forced to confess his thoughts in front of everyone#

#But is this Yun Weisi the real one?#

#If he is real, is it possible that Changming is fake?#

Chapter end