408 Meeting (1/2)

As Yun Yang walked in, he suddenly recalled the echoes of an odd question, ”After meeting you today, I realized that I have greatly misjudged your prowess in the past. What I understand of your cultivation base now is that it reaches the pinnacle in this world; why, it probably doesn’t pale compared to even that of Ling Xiaozui! That being said, how did Bai Yixue escape from you back then? With his cultivation base, it was impossible for him to survive even a casual slash from you; how could he be struck and live to tell the tale?”

It was strange indeed.

Before he met Jun Moyan, Yun Yang always thought that Old Bai was the penultimate expert.

As Yun Yang’s cultivation base grew and heightened, especially when he had actually met Jun Moyan, he realized that Old Bai wasn't as imposing as he originally thought he was. Regardless of Old Bai's condition, Jun Moyan could cut Bai Yixue into a dozen pieces without even touching his sword.

It was the difference between heaven and earth, but how could the match go on for so long and for Bai Yixue to lose with just one strike’s difference, his chest pierced by the sword – it was mythical and unbelievable!

Jun Moyan answered coldly, ”Those who have fought me, anyone who is persistent about the sword, as long as they have done nothing heinous, I’ll let them go alive. The fact that Bai Yixue didn’t die and could even escape when his chest was pierced with a sword was because my stab was accompanied by a ray of sword energy that went into his organs to protect them so his basic Qi doesn’t drain away. Naturally, he’d able to flee!”

Yun Yang was dumbstruck when he heard this. F*ck, how could you play this way? Why don’t you just head straight to heaven and be a deity if you’re so capable?

He couldn't help but ask aloud, ”Why? Don’t you know that one feeds a tiger to one’s own detriment? It’ll be your own fault when you’re ambushed in the future!”

”I wanted to feed it.” Jun Moyan answered with ease. ”I’m not afraid of being ambushed, I’m more afraid of not having a worthy opponent to fight. Bai Yixue could be considered adept in swordsmanship as he could last, fighting with me for through ten different techniques without using mystical Qi cultivation base. He’s one to watch out for.”

In his mind, Yun Yang was somewhat appalled by this attitude. How arrogantly benevolent!

…

”Where’s the man?” Yun Yang went into the room but saw no one, not even any bed or furniture.

Jun Moyan said faintly, ”I’ve camouflaged it with a formation, but once it’s opened, it can’t be recovered.”

Yun Yang sucked in a deep breath and said, ”Open it then.”

The tone was akin to an order.

Jun Moyan said nothing more, only waving his hand that gave birth to a flash of light. The air seemed to warp, like a transparent glass cracking.

Then, a bed appeared.

As Yun Yang began to gain sight of the bed and it's inhabitant, he felt indescribably upset; his tears were about to gush out. He inhaled deeply but felt the murderous intent and rampage run wild within him.

Old Dugu!

This wrinkled and friendly old man with the hunched back and the smell of oil and cooking wearing an apron in Yun Yang’s impression was not laid straight on the bed. His wounds seemed to have been cared for, but flesh and blood were muddled up as wounds were peppered all over him.

The old man’s right leg was gone. His left leg had been viciously hacked at, leaving only skin and flesh that held the limb in place. There were thousands of wounds across his entire body.

His face was not exempted from injury and was covered with gashes by the saber and sword; one of his eyes had disappeared, leaving behind an empty hole.

His right forearm had been hacked off while his left arm was relatively intact. Still, a dozen gashes decorated the limb. His chest seemed to be deflated; there must have been a number of heavy strikes that had caved in this old man's ribcage.

He was like a tattered doll now; there was not a piece of flesh on him that remained intact!

This was the result after Jun Moyan had patched him up!

”Why? How?” Yun Yang was dazed for a moment; his vision went pitch black, and he came close to fainting.

Before he actually met Old Dugu, he had played the various scenarios in his mind; he knew that Old Dugu must have definitely suffered a great deal of damage, but he had never expected his injuries to be so severe and devastating!

Just by looking at the injuries, it was easy to imagine how much of himself Old Dugu had put into the battle! He had fought to the extreme extent of even setting the strength of his soul aflame.

He must have faced several hundred people, or maybe more.

The old man laid quietly now; his chest did not rise and fall. It was like he had left this world.

”He’s still alive.” Jun Moyan’s voice was anguished. ”But he might as well be dead. His deific consciousness, soul, and willpower are all gone. What’s left of him is the minute breath of life I delivered unto him to barely sustain this tattered physical body. I wouldn't even call it surviving. It's a wonder that he's alive…”

He heaved a deep sigh and turned away, unable to bring himself to continue looking at his brother’s battered body.

Yun Yang placed his hand gently on Old Dugu’s neck. Only this spot allowed him to feel the faint warmth and almost stagnant heartbeat of the old man.