God Slayer Chronicles 27 Farewell

Preposterous, especially for a dual cultivation sect, who must have captured her!

As he stared down at his little brother Yang Chi's look became serious, glaring into his orange eyes.

"Now listen, Cao Jin, your extremely talented in cultivation. I've scanned through the memories of your past life; you managed to cultivate to the Grand Immortal stage instead of mastering a rebirth technique."

"That takes so many years, obviously you know a lot about the world, but trust me you don't want to stand against me."

Yang Long's eyes opened wide, seemingly understanding everything the former slayer was saying.

"You have two paths ahead of you. You follow my instructions, and I'll gift you the power to erase so-called Grand Immortals with the flick of your finger, or you can choose to go against me."

Yang Chi stared into Yang Long's eyes for quite some until he sighed, "Forget the allegiances of your past life as I have, swear loyalty to the Yang Clan for eternity. I shall leave you with those words and these."

Yang Chi sent out his divine sense into the child's psyche, granting him the Diaries of Pillbirther Chen, the Alchemic Index and finally the all-important Will of the Divine Dragon!

As all the information entered Yang Long's mind his eyes that were filled with trouble and fear dissipated, instead of becoming full of curiosity and wonder.

"Ha!" Yang Chi snorted, "I told you that you'd want to listen to me!"

He turned on his heel, walking to the body that was unconscious on the floor, "That poor maid." Yang Chi sighed, lifting the old woman's carcass with one hand, dragging her to a window that overlooked the mountainside that was filled with snow.

He grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and the rump of her dress.

Carefully aimed.

Whoosh!

The middle-aged woman glided out of the window down the mountainside. As she slid down, she left multiple skid marks in the snow.

"Well, at least I didn't have to call the Ancestor." Yang Chi scratched his head.

He had no guilt about the life-and-death of this maid, causing a sudden thought to spring into his head. He turned to look at Yang Long one last time, "There is a maid in my service by the name of Snow, touch her, and you'll wish you'd never been born." His voice was cold and ominous; this was a clear threat that he'd follow through with.

Yang Chi left the room after that, feeling a strange twinge in his chest, but he ignored it, he had more important matter to attend to, mainly packing his bags...

The next morning the sun rose above the giant spires that were the peaks of the surrounding mountains.

It was the only sunrise, but Yang Chi was already on the road with An Tang. Last night he had said his final goodbyes to his mother and father, but they didn't understand what was going on, they thought he was bidding them farewell for the evening as he was tired from trying to put his little brother to sleep.

Instead, he was saying a farewell that even he doesn't know how long will last.

Not only his parents, he bid his goodbyes to Yang Gou through divine sense as well, telling him of his plans and what his parents would expect happened to him.

Yang Gou was extremely surprised at the situation, to say the least, he even offered to escort Yang Chi to Greenmont City himself personally, yet Yang Chi declined of course.

Someone at Yang Gou's level would garner too much attention, especially if he were going to try and pull off lying about his identity. Instead, he'd requested An Tang to summon two Yang Guardsmen, so that they could help guard them.

It's not that Yang Chi expected any trouble, after all, the area around the Yang Clan was pretty stable after the Kuo Clan's little upstart rebellion was crushed.

Finally, Yang Chi had gone to see his maid – Snow.

Snow had a sentimental place in Yang Chi's heart after all, even above that of his parents. It wasn't loved or romantic attraction by any measure, but it was nonetheless an intense feeling of possession and belonging.

Before he'd left, he gave her a long hug, as his small stature only came up to her upper stomach, so his head was carefully cushioned underneath her bosom

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Although Snow was surprised by this, she didn't take it to heart, until Yang Chi told her the truth. He'd go travelling for the sake of his cultivation, and that he'd be using a false name – Sha Ku.

Snow was shocked of course and offered to come along with her young master, that was for nought though, he flat out refused.

Firstly, Yang Chi couldn't have any connections to the Yang Clan. Otherwise, there's a chance that he may be recognised. Secondly, he didn't have the strength to protect her.

Seeing how serious her young master was, she immediately understood, only nodding and hugging him tightly.

Now it was sunrise though, and Yang Chi was in a cart, heading down a road. He could see the Yang Mountain in the distance, becoming ever smaller.

Yang Chi hid the emotional fatigue he had in his heart, choosing to sit and enjoy the bumpy ride.

Standing on a balcony, overlooking the sunset, there stood a woman. She was young, proud and tall.

This woman was Snow. Her hair which use to be black had turned silver, and her cute eyes that had once sent wonder into Yang Chi's soul had vanished, becoming cold and had wisdom beyond years counting.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

She tapped her fingers at the balcony ledge, as she looked off to the distance where a small boy was on a cart perhaps miles away.

"Sha Ku. Sha Ku. Couldn't you come up with a more original name? For a Grand Marshal, your tactics sure are flawed." She giggled.

"You have a long journey ahead Ku-Ku, you even gave big brother Chen's diaries to a child. But I trust you." As she said the words in her soft voice, she vanished, seemingly phasing out of existence.

Chapter end