Chapter 86: The Broken Blade (2/2)

Wow, this guy actually has the same surname as me, Mo Wuji thought in his mind.

Yan Qianyin continued, “Rumor has it that the Fallen Tune Sword was broken by the Formless Blade, which was the personal sword of our sect’s founder.”

“Why did that happen? Weren’t they the best of friends?” Mo Wuji was puzzled by this new piece of information. Yan Qianyin remained in her squatting position, but her hands had left the body of the blade, “It was rumored that this all happened because of a woman called Fu Yanfei. This woman was originally Mo Luoqu’s lover, but as Mo Luoqu helped Zhuo Wuhen set up the Formless Blade Sect out of friendship, she began to interact with Zhuo Wuhen more and more. Zhuo Wuhen was much more interesting and humourous than Mo Luoqu, and in a short period of time, Fu Yanfei had a change of heart. Soon enough, she was in love with Wuhen and got together with him. Not only that, she went on further to to help him backstab Mo Luoqu. Deeply hurt, Mo Luoqu left with his half of the sword and fled. Who knew he never left the Formless Blade Sect, but came to hide the Formless Blade Mountain.”

Mo Wuji gave a cold snort, “Heh, so it’s a sh*tty vixen and an adulterous man. If this fickle minded woman was in my hands, I would definitely not give her any mercy. To have made such lousy friends and fallen in love with such a cheap woman, this Mo Luoqu must have been blind.”

Yan Qianyin did not know that Mo Wuji had been backstabbed by his lover before boing reborn into this word. His criticism of Mo Luoqu was actually directed at himself too. Hence, she stared at Mo Wuji and asked, “You’re a disciple of the Formless Blade Sect, yet you dare criticise your founder?”

“Hehehe,” Mo Wuji chuckled. “Senior apprentice sister Yan, from the tone that you’re using, don’t you despise Zhuo Wuhen too? I’m just a service disciple who has neither prayed to the founder nor truly entered the door of the Formless Blade Sect. How could I even be considered a disciple in the first place?”

Yan Qianyin stood up and replied, “I’m just recounting some past events. I didn’t use any sort of tone just now.” At this point, Mo Wuji could not bother to argue with her any longer, since she could speak with such a tone, it was obvious that she also thought that Zhuo Wuhen was a person of poor character. He believed that she would not go back to the sect to tell on him, a lowly service disciple, either.

Yan Qianyin spoke again, “But you’re about to become a pill refiner of the Formless Blade Sect too, and once you do so, you will have to pray to the founder and all past sect heads. When that happens, you will be an actual disciple of the Formless Blade Sect. Do you think that a disciple should insult their founder as a piece of trash?”

Mo Wuji’s gaze fell on the broken sword in the ground, and his voice became softer, “Kneeling down to pray to this sort of person is a real disgrace, so I won’t become Formless Blade Sect’s pill refiner any more. This way I won’t have to pray to anyone, so senior apprentice sister Yan, you don’t have to help me. I’ll just remain as a service disciple.”

It was not because of how morally upright Mo Wuji was. He simply hated people who betrayed their friends. This Zhuo Wuhen not only betrayed his close friend that helped him establish his sect, but also stole his friend’s wife at the same time. Someone who did such horrendous acts would already be considered as the scum of the world, but Zhuo Wuhen did not stop there. Together with Fu Yanfei, he backstabbed Mo Luoqu. He would rather cultivate elsewhere than to become the disciple of such a man.

Yan Qianyin was not bothered by Mo Wuji’s words, instead pointing at the piece of broken sword, “Since you empathise with Mo Luoqu that much, I’ll leave this half of the sword with you.”

“I don’t even train in swordsmanship, what use would this sword be?” Mo Wuji asked. He did not know much about swords as he did not train with them, but even if he could get a sword, it shouldn’t be a broken sword right?

“Whether you want it or not, it is up to you.” Yan Qianyin casually told him, before carrying on deeper into the stone pavilion.

After some thought, Mo Wuji bent down to grab the spine of the blade, drawing the broken blade out of the ground. To have established a sect, regardless of how good or bad he was, Zhuo Wuhen must have been a pretty impressive guy. As someone on par with Zhuo Wuhen in reputation, Mo Luoqu couldn’t have been that far off either, so Mo Wuji decided to keep this piece of the sword.

[1] Luoqu = Fallen Tune, and Wuhen = Formless. So the swords/blades were named after their owners, and the Formless Blade Sect was named after the founder, Zhuo Wuhen

[2] TL Note: we will be using italics to highlight the thoughts of the characters