Chapter 668: Fatal Flying Blade [Part 2]

Chapter 668: Fatal Flying Blade [Part 2]



"..." Fang Che was speechless.

Dongfang Sanzan's heart was as dark as the night... He had already reached the pinnacle of perfection.

Xue Fuxiao said, "Although Sun Wutian is your assistant, he hasn't made an appearance, so it's still up to you to clean up. All the glory and honor will be yours, do you understand?"

"I understand," Fang Che thought to himself. Even if you give it to Sun Wutian, he wouldn't dare to take it.

"Also, if Yan Nan, that useless fool, really can't come up with a suitable candidate with an appropriate identity, Sanzan will give you a sufficiently mysterious identity to silence the idle chatter of the people of the Celestial Capital. So, don't worry about this issue."

"Ninth Lord has really thought of everything."

Fang Che couldn't help but marvel at his thoroughness.

How meticulous was Dongfang Sanzan's mind? Could he even block a single strand of hair? Fang Che thought of all the difficult and unsolvable problems, and to his surprise, they had all been resolved long ago by Dongfang Sanzan.

Everything was arranged so perfectly, it was as if not a drop of water could leak through.

Moreover, regarding the matter of 'Fang Tu's strength collapse', no matter how Dongfang Sanzan arranged it, Yan Nan would have to cooperate.

And he would cooperate with great enthusiasm. Not only would he fall for it, but he would also be thrilled.

Fang Che sighed and said, "Ninth Lord must be feeling very pleased right now."

"Yes, he's feeling great. He keeps bothering me every day."

Xue Fuxiao rolled her eyes and said, "Sanzan has this bad habit. Whenever he's in a good mood, he starts causing trouble for us. His quirky ideas are endless."

Fang Che almost laughed out loud.

He couldn't help but recall the last time his father and mother got married, and the wedding gift Dongfang Sanzan sent... especially the one specifically addressed to him...

He couldn't help but feel that Dongfang Sanzan was indeed capable of such deeds.

This person, who seemed so calm, carefree, and in control of the world, was actually a sly and slightly despicable person, and his quirky ideas were more than enough.

With this thought, Fang Che felt that Dongfang Sanzan had gained a bit more 'humanity', and he was no longer like that high and mighty 'god' who didn't care about the sufferings of the mortal world.

Instead, he felt more approachable.

He couldn't help but admire, "To be teased by Ninth Lord, or even to be the subject of his quirky ideas, what a great honor that must be!"

Xue Fuxiao was taken aback.

Then she smiled and said, "With that, you've made me feel like I've been played with, but it's quite an honor."

Fang Che said, "Isn't it an honor?"

Xue Fuxiao laughed, "Alright, it's an honor."

Fang Che calculated his mission for this trip and frowned, "But I will still let the substitute take action. With my strength, I can't clean up the Celestial Capital."

"That's as it should be. We didn't expect you to!"

Xue Fuxiao smiled strangely and said, "Sanzan's intention is just for you to take the credit. The actual work will be done by Sun Wutian, and that's the best way."

"This kind of work, not only now, but in the future, will be done continuously by him. Using violence to counter violence, this person, Ninth Lord intends to use frequently."

"Ninth Lord's words seem to carry a deeper meaning."

Fang Che furrowed his brows and couldn't help but think deeper, "Could Ninth Lord's intention be to use the voice of the people and boundless merit to bring Sun Wutian back to the Guardian's ranks?"

"To bring Sun Wutian back?"

Xue Fuxiao is here! The innocent souls who died under your blade number in the billions, and they were all killed by your hand..."

Xue Fuxiao was shocked, "How could you think of this? Sanzhan didn't even dare to think of such a beautiful idea. There's absolutely no chance for Sun Wutian to turn back!"

Fang Che was confused, "Then what is it?"

Xue Fuxiao sighed, "When Sun Wutian started learning martial arts, his original intention was to become a chivalrous hero, fighting for justice and standing up for the oppressed."

"But because of this, he can't stand the injustice within his own family. Only because..."

Xue Fuxiao sighed, not knowing how to put it into words.

Fang Che nodded silently, "Yes, many good people suddenly turn dark because of unfair treatment within their own family, and they become even more demonic than demons. So, if good people only receive bad retribution, who in the world would be willing to be good? This saying is a bit extreme, but it makes a lot of sense."

Xue Fuxiao sighed, "Yes, once a good person turns bad, they will definitely be worse than demons. This saying has some truth to it. It's a complete disappointment in the mortal world..."

Xue Fuxiao sighed, "But it's almost impossible to bring him back. Ever since Sun Wutian arrived at the Only Righteous Sect, Yan Nan has been indebted to him like a mountain! Just for Yan Nan, Sun Wutian will never come back!"

"Moreover, in these thousands of years, the souls of the innocent who died under his blade number in the billions. If Sun Wutian can actually turn back and be accepted..."

Xue Fuxiao's face showed a sigh, "How can we face the people of the world?"

Fang Che also sighed.

This time, he truly felt a bit dejected.

Because he hadn't experienced those painful experiences, and he hadn't witnessed Sun Wutian slaughtering innocent civilians, so after the White Mist Continent, he vaguely felt that Sun Wutian could still be saved.

He could vaguely sense Sun Wutian's denial starting to waver.

But after hearing Xue Fuxiao's words, he knew there was no hope.

A debt of blood spanning ten thousand years, countless innocent souls lost, how could Sun Wutian ever turn back?

Xue Fuxiao patted Fang Che's shoulder, his voice heavy with emotion. "Sun Wutian has never regretted his actions, and he has indeed thought about turning back. But he can't do it anymore. It's not that we won't accept him, but rather, it's up to him."

"Since the opportunity has presented itself, Yan Nan has arranged for Sun Wutian to act as your substitute. So, we might as well let Sun Wutian slaughter the evil ones. With the appeal of the masses..." Xue Fuxiao's voice trailed off, "We just hope that Sun Wutian will no longer commit the same atrocities as before, and we will be content."

"And Sun Wutian will surely feel something after this, because this is the prosperous world he has created with his own hands! Do you understand?"

"This is our ultimate goal."

Fang Che sighed deeply, "Yes, this is also a good thing for Sun Wutian. By using prolonged slaughter to benefit others, he can dilute his boundless anger, right?"

Xue Fuxiao fell silent for a moment, then spoke firmly, "Yes!"

There was a hint of inexplicable melancholy in his eyes as he said, "Sun Wutian is quite a pity. But he is also terrifying... The Heaven Hating Blade... If his anger completely dissipates, he might even take another step forward."

"He might spare the people of the world, but he won't show mercy to us, the high-level warriors."

Xue Fuxiao sighed deeply, "If that day ever comes, I will do my utmost to strike him down when his anger is completely gone. Otherwise, Yu Haoran, Rui Qianshan, Bu Qiu, Feng Congrong, and others... It's inevitable that one or several of them will fall by his blade."

"..."

Fang Che was at a loss for words for a moment.

He suddenly felt a heavy burden in his heart.

When Xue Fuxiao mentioned 'striking him down', he wanted to ask, "Why strike him down if his anger is gone?"

But after hearing the complete sentence, he had no words to say.

If that time really comes, and Sun Wutian turns his blade towards the higher-ups, what then?

He didn't want to let Sun Wutian die, but should Rui Qianshan, Bu Qiu, and the other veteran heroes who have fought for ten thousand years also die?

"Sigh..."

There was only a long sigh.

"I understand."

"It's good that you understand."

Xue Fuxiao also sighed and said, "Next, let's talk about the Night Demon Sect. It seems we'll have to wait until after this trip to the Capital City. The time, I'm afraid, will be a few months later. Sanzan needs to delay the time, he has his own considerations."

Fang Che said, "I don't mind, and the cleansing in the Capital City will be known by the Only Righteous Sect as well. But we need to be prepared for those new Minor Sect Leaders coming to the Southeast."

"I know."

Xue Fuxiao sighed, "Those Minor Sect Leaders will come down to lay the foundation of their sects, and they need blood to do so. This calamity... It happens once every three years. Sigh, no matter how we try to prevent it, countless people will still suffer."

Fang Che remained silent.

For this, Dongfang Sanzan didn't have any good solutions, and Fang Che had even fewer options.

Because many people lived outside the city, in small towns, villages, or even alone in the mountains.

The Guardians weren't unwilling to relocate them into the big cities, but those who were willing to move had already done so.

Those who remained were the ones who clung to their homeland and refused to leave, no matter how much they were persuaded. Their reasoning was simple: "I'm just a commoner, what use would it be for the Demon Sect to kill me?"

No matter how they were scared, they wouldn't budge.

But in the end, these people were the first to suffer.

Dongfang Sanzan also had no solution for this. How could a small mountain village with dozens or hundreds of people afford to send a high-level expert to protect them? It was simply impossible.

The same was true for some small towns with similar theories and experiences.

No matter how strong or numerous the guardians were, they couldn't stop every massacre by the Demon King.

Not to mention in such places, but even if a sudden massacre were to occur in the Guardian Headquarters' Rocky City, it would be impossible to guarantee no casualties!

But strangely, there were always such stubborn people every year, everywhere.

Fang Che had no words for Xue Fuxiao's sigh, and he could only say, "Wait until later... Once the Only Righteous Sect disappears, it will be fine."

Xue Fuxiao gave a cold laugh, "Even if the world becomes one... It will still be the same. Those who are destined to be unlucky will still be so."

Fang Che showed his teeth in a smile, "Good advice is hard to persuade the doomed, and mercy won't save those who refuse to be saved. This saying always makes sense, doesn't it?"

Xue Fuxiao said, "Have you met Sanzan yet?"

Fang Che didn't hesitate, "Of course, it's most appropriate for my Zushi to take me there. You should focus on your own matters, Snow Lord."

Fang Che had indeed thought it through.

Xue Fuxiao smiled appreciatively in his heart, then suddenly pouted and pointed at Fang Che's nose, "I warn you, this time during the competition, you may win, but if you give me another shit king, even if Ninth Lord is protecting you, I'll still beat you!"

Fang Che was startled and lowered his brows, his eyes filled with sorrow, "I won't do it again..."

"Ugh..."

Xue Fuxiao couldn't hold back and retched.

Although Fang Che was handsome, in Xue Fuxiao's heart, he had always been a majestic and towering man. But now, with this sudden change in tone, even though he knew Fang Che was doing it on purpose, his stomach couldn't help but feel a little queasy.

"That's fine then."

Xue Fuxiao replied, "In that case, I'll hurry back. This surprise is extraordinary, and even I feel a bit nervous holding it. I should deliver it to Ninth Lord personally."

"Xue Fu, you've worked hard."

Fang Che expressed his respect.

Immediately, Fang Che felt his body lighten, and his vision blurred. In the next moment, he found himself back in his captain's room.

Xue Fuxiao had disappeared without a trace.

Fang Che didn't dare to delay and quickly contacted the Five Spirit Gu. He took out the communication jade and sent a message, "Zushi, where are you? I have another matter here... I'm truly sorry."

Sun Wutian's response came instantly.

A swift reply!

"Do you need a substitute again?"

Just from these words, Fang Che knew that Old Sun was rather impatient.

"Yes. This time, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble Zushi again, and it's even more significant than the last time."

Fang Che hurriedly replied.

"It's better that it's big!"

Sun Wutian's spirit lifted, but he thought to himself that he shouldn't appear too eager, as that would be too unreserved. Instead, it would seem like he was rushing and couldn't wait.

So he complained, "There are so many damn things happening on the Guardian's side! Don't they let anyone rest?"

"I'm helpless too... Sigh."

Fang Che sighed, "And I have to travel a long distance again... I'm so annoyed by all these matters on the Guardian's side. Why are there so many of them? I really want to return to the sect."

Sun Wutian was startled. Is this kid trying to shirk his responsibilities? He hurriedly said, "Do your own job. Don't you know your own position? How can you refuse the tasks assigned to you? Wait for me, I'll be there soon."

Sun Wutian didn't care that it was still daytime, and it was morning.

He directly tore through space and arrived.

In a single step, he reached above the Patrol Hall, and his domain immediately activated.

Whoosh! Fang Che felt his body lighten, and his vision blurred. Tsk, that familiar feeling was back.

He opened his eyes and saw Sun Wutian in his gray robe and white hair, standing not far from him. He was gazing at the beautiful village in his memories, the village that hadn't faded over the years.

Fang Che couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.

Sun Wutian's white hair, his slightly hunched figure, the wrinkles on his face, and the complexity in his eyes...

All of it stirred emotions within Fang Che. Especially after hearing Xue Fuxiao's words, he felt even more touched.

For some reason, felt a bit of pity for the Old Devil.

Following Sun Wutian's gaze, in the distance, the village was quiet, and the kitchen smoke rose gently, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

From afar, one could sense the tranquility and beauty of this world, a place of serenity and harmony. Just a glance at this world would calm one's heart.

Sun Wutian's gaze rested on the distant village in his memories, lingering for a long time.

Finally, his eyelids twitched.

Then, he slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Fang Che's face, and he said calmly, "White Cloud Continent, what do you think of it?"

"Zushi, you are indeed worthy of being a Zushi."

Fang Che flattered him, "If it were me, I wouldn't be able to do it this well."

Sun Wutian stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "I'm not asking about that. I'm asking you, when you see that peaceful world, that prosperous era, and the people's sincere admiration for you as you left, do you feel anything?"

Fang Che's heart trembled, and he said, "What do you mean by 'feel'?"

Sun Wutian said calmly, "Do you feel that only the One Mind Sect can never achieve this, and only the Guardians can do it?"

Fang Che fell silent for a moment.

He replied softly, "Zushi, here, it's just the two of us. I won't hide it from you. Sometimes, I do have such feelings."

A glimmer of light flashed in Sun Wutian's eyes, and he asked, "So?"

"There's no 'so'."

Fang Che spoke softly, "When our sect wins, won't we be able to do it too? After we unify this continent, it's not like we're doing it to kill everyone, is it?"

"Everyone has their own loyalties."

Fang Che said, "And... Zushi, our paths are different from the Guardians."

Sun Wutian fell silent for a moment and said, "Yes, our paths are different from the Guardians."

Then, he remained silent for an even longer time and said, "If our sect truly unifies the continent, is it really to destroy this world and kill everyone?"

Fang Che was stunned, then said, "How is that possible? If we do that, wouldn't Deputy Sect Leader Yan and the others be the first to disagree?"

"You make sense."

Sun Wutian nodded indifferently, then asked, "So, what's the matter this time?"

"It's about the challenge I issued to the Snow Clan in Heavenly Capital last year..."

Fang Che explained the situation, then said, "But the Guardian Headquarters felt that I was just going for a friendly match, which was a bit of a waste. So, they sent down an order, asking me to conduct a life and death patrol of Heavenly Capital after the match!"

"I see."

A dazzling light flashed in Sun Wutian's eyes, and his mood seemed to lift. He said slowly, "Heavenly Capital... is much bigger than the White Cloud Continent."

"So it's impossible for me to achieve the cleansing alone."

Fang Che smiled bitterly.

Sun Wutian remained silent, asking, "Regarding my identity, what did you and the Guardian say?"

"I said that he was in Wanling Sen... His origin was damaged... I just don't know his name."

Fang Che recounted the plan they had discussed.

After listening, Sun Wutian also felt there were no flaws, and said, "This explanation is acceptable. However, helping me time and time again without ever knowing my identity is not a feasible approach."

Fang Che obediently replied, "What the Ancestor means is..."

Sun Wutian's eyes held a peculiar expression as he said, "The type of person you're talking about... there used to be many of them... Back then, there really was such a group of people. They lived ordinary lives, being good-natured landlords, carrying hoes and farming... But once the Guardian's situation became dire, they would come out to help."

"They concealed their identities, fought on the battlefield, and then silently disappeared again. Even if the Guardian wanted to thank them, they couldn't be found."

Fang Che's eyes widened in shock: "..."

"There was once a person who never revealed their name, yet their reputation shook the entire martial world. During the time when our Only Righteous Sect had thirty-six Demon Lords and seventy-two Slayers, this person secretly took action over a hundred years, single-handedly, and killed a Demon Lord and nine Slayers. They appeared and disappeared like ghosts and spirits, reaching the pinnacle of their abilities."

"Every time this person appeared, it was sudden, and their disappearance was just as abrupt. Whenever they appeared, it was during a major battle. After slaying their opponents, regardless of whether the battle had ended or not, they would immediately disappear."

Sun Wutian's eyes held a nostalgic expression.

A thought crossed Fang Che's mind, and he asked, "Who is this person?"

"This person... is the Fatal Flying Blade."

Sun Wutian spoke calmly, "Although they never revealed their name, they were renowned for both sword and blade, and their flying blade shook the martial world. Their combat strength was no less than that of the Frost Snow Sword."

"Their famous move was the Fatal Thirteen Blades."

"During the largest-scale battle between our two factions, this person suddenly appeared, wearing a blue robe and a mask. With thirteen blades shining in the sky, they took action seven times, killing sixty-five Saint-level experts from our Only Righteous Sect! Additionally, twenty-six others were severely injured, their bodies pierced through. As a sudden reinforcement, they single-handedly turned the tide of the battle, allowing the Guardian to transform defeat into victory."

"Moreover, there was once when several Guardian experts were isolated. I severely injured them while chasing them, and the Frost Snow Sword escorted them to escape. Just as I caught up with them, the Fatal Flying Blade suddenly appeared, ruining my plans. In that battle, the Frost Snow Sword, which had been entangled, had the opportunity to completely kill Rui Qianshan. But the Fatal Flying Blade disrupted my plans."

Fang Che's heart skipped a beat.

He recalled the Fatal Thirteen Blades manual that Dongfang Sanzan had given him.

Suddenly, his heart trembled.

"After that battle, the Fatal Flying Blade disappeared from the martial world."

Sun Wutian continued, "After many years, by chance, I traveled through the martial world and encountered a person in a remote mountain village. Something felt amiss, so I secretly followed him for twenty days and finally realized that the person who carried a hoe and lived peacefully with his family was actually the renowned Fatal Flying Blade, whose identity was unknown to the entire martial world."

Fang Che's breathing halted.

A sense of unease suddenly rose.

Silently, he activated the Boundless Dharma Scripture and initiated the Chaos Origin Platform, speaking in a muted voice, "And then?"

"There's no 'and then'."

Sun Wutian stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant village, and said calmly, "The place where the Fatal Flying Blade lived was as peaceful and serene as my hometown. It was a place of wealth and harmony, where families lived in contentment and happiness."

Fang Che's throat went dry, and he listened intently.

"So, I killed him."

Sun Wutian spoke calmly, "After a night of fierce battle, exchanging thousands of moves, I finally cut off his head. Then, I slaughtered his entire village, leaving not a single survivor!"

"Good!"

Fang Che's heart bled, and his chest tightened in pain, but he couldn't help but cheer, "Well done!"

Even with the Boundless Dharma Scripture and the Chaos Origin Platform, Fang Che almost broke through his mental state.

The pain in his heart was like a mountain collapsing.

A master comparable to the Frost Snow Sword.

A silent hero who made extraordinary contributions to the entire world. A person who fought against the peak Sun Wutian for a night with just his own strength!

Yet, he died miserably at Sun Wutian's hands.

Silently, he returned to dust.

What a pity!

Such a heart-wrenching tragedy!

Fang Che's cheer angered the Old Devil.

The Old Devil turned his head, squinting at Fang Che, "Good?"

"It is indeed good."

Slap!

A loud and heavy slap landed on Fang Che's face, knocking him back several dozen feet. His head buzzed, stars appeared before his eyes, and his heart ached, but this pain distracted him for a moment.

He struggled to his feet, covering his face, and looked at Sun Wutian in disbelief, "Ancestor..."

Sun Wutian's gaze was cold, and he said calmly, "Even if they were an enemy, they were still a valiant warrior. Their death is a good thing for us. But as martial artists, we must respect our enemies."

"The Ancestor's teachings are correct," Fang Che said, covering his face and bowing his head.

Sun Wutian's gaze carried a hint of melancholy, and after a long while, he slowly said, "Actually, after killing him, I regretted it. But I also didn't regret it."

(End of Chapter)

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