usatvline Chapter 228 Cutting out the roots
Chapter 228 Cutting out the roots
“But Ci’en is different; he has already realized his past mistakes…”
Master Yideng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly sat cross-legged on the ground, and spoke earnestly.
"Some people may not sincerely correct their mistakes even if they are wrong, while some mistakes cannot be corrected even if they want to!"
As Duan Zhengchun spoke, he slowly pressed the mechanism on the sword case.
Ci'en, who had fallen to the ground, slowly stood up, glaring fiercely at Duan Zhengchun. Ignoring her severely injured body, she gritted her teeth and rushed towards Duan Zhengchun!
"Ci'en, turn back before it's too late..."
A dragon's roar drowned out the rest of Master Yideng's words and took Ci'en's life!
Just as Ci'en rushed to Duan Zhengchun's side, the Lingxiao Sword flashed past Ci'en's neck!
The sharp blade severed Ci'en's throat!
With a single move, Duan Zhengchun killed Qiu Qianren, the once-renowned leader of the Iron Palm Clan!
Master Yideng sighed helplessly, closed his eyes in disappointment, and began to perform a ritual to help Ci'en's soul find peace.
Qiu Feng stared in horror at Duan Zhengchun, who was holding the Lingxiao sword, his brows furrowed, and he raised his voice, "Who exactly are you?!"
Duan Zhengchun walked towards Qiu Feng without hesitation, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
He came here to kill people!
He never showed mercy to evildoers!
"Benefactor Yin, please show mercy!"
Before Master Yideng could finish speaking, Duan Zhengchun had already charged towards the remnants of the Iron Palm Clan with lightning speed!
Qiu Feng's expression changed drastically. He immediately ordered his men to stop Duan Zhengchun, while he himself turned and fled back to the manor.
Holding the Lingxiao sword, Duan Zhengchun showed no mercy, slaughtering the Iron Palm Gang members in front of him one by one at his feet!
In the blink of an eye, the area in front of the Iron Palm Clan's mountain gate was filled with corpses, and blood flowed like a river!
Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhengchun charged into the manor alone with his sword, almost as if he were in an empty place, killing anyone who stood in his way!
After a long while, when Master Yideng finished his meditation and slowly walked into the manor, he was stunned by the scene before him.
Throughout the entire manor, there were signs of a fight everywhere. The ground was littered with corpses, and scarlet blood slowly flowed down a long stone staircase, as if it had gathered into a curtain of blood!
On the last step of the stone steps, Duan Zhengchun leaned against a stone lion, his foot resting on the back of a person's neck, and turned his head with a smile to look at Master Yideng as he slowly ascended the steps.
Master Yideng frowned, looking solemnly at the only survivor kneeling at Duan Zhengchun's feet. He couldn't quite describe his feelings at that moment.
He had roamed the martial world for decades, and before becoming the emperor of Dali, he had also been on the battlefield, but he had never seen such a bloody and ruthless scene.
"How is the master's injury?"
Duan Zhengchun looked at Master Yideng, who was slowly approaching him, and asked with a smile.
"Who is he?"
Master Yideng did not answer Duan Zhengchun's question, but pointed to the only survivor and asked slowly.
The only survivor was neither Ci'en's nephew nor Ci'en's apprentice, but someone he didn't recognize, though he felt that this person seemed different in some way.
"Mongol Tartars".
Duan Zhengchun curled his lips and said indifferently.
Upon hearing these four words, Master Yideng frowned slightly, only then realizing why he felt this person was somewhat different.
This person's appearance clearly indicates that he is not Han Chinese!
"Before arriving at Iron Palm Mountain, I had already received news that the Iron Palm Clan had sided with the Mongol Tartars. The evil deeds they committed against fellow martial artists must have been instigated by the Mongol Tartars!"
Duan Zhengchun glanced down at the Mongol soldier kneeling on the ground and said coldly.
Upon hearing this, Master Yideng's expression became noticeably solemn, but before he could ask a second question, Duan Zhengchun stomped down hard!
The man let out a muffled groan and died instantly!
The reason he has survived to this day is not because he has a special identity, but simply because Duan Zhengchun stayed behind to prove to Master Yideng that he was not a person who indiscriminately killed innocent people.
Master Yideng did not blame Duan Zhengchun for his cruelty; he simply twirled his prayer beads once more and muttered incantations.
Duan Zhengchun ignored him, slowly took off the wine gourd from his waist, tilted his head back and took two big gulps.
His Lingxiao Sword was already sheathed, as quiet as if it had never been drawn. But everyone who died in this manor would probably never give up the fear brought by those sword energies, even as a ghost.
...
Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
On Qixia Mountain.
Spring blossoms.
A pavilion was built among the flowers outside Yunyu Pavilion. Duan Zhengchun sipped his tea while watching a young girl struggling to wield a wooden sword, his eyes full of affection.
"Ying'er? Stop practicing, come and have some snacks."
Just then, Little Dragon Girl slowly appeared, carrying a plate of snacks as she walked into the pavilion.
"mother!"
Upon hearing Xiaolongnu's voice, the girl immediately smiled with delight and happily pounced on Xiaolongnu.
"If you stop practicing before you're done, you'll be punished!"
Duan Zhengchun pretended to be unhappy and looked at the girl, scolding her.
"She's only three years old, and you make her practice swordsmanship with you every day? What kind of father are you?"
Little Dragon Girl gave a helpless, bitter smile and said with a hint of resentment.
"It's because she's too beautiful. I'm worried that she'll be bullied when she grows up. But once she learns all my skills, let's see who dares to bully her!"
Duan Zhengchun smiled and said softly.
Little Dragon Girl shook her head with a wry smile, picked up her daughter, and handed her a pastry.
The little girl held the snack in her hand, glanced hesitantly at Duan Zhengchun, and suddenly handed it to him, saying in a childish voice, "Daddy, eat first."
Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun immediately grinned and his heart almost melted. He touched the girl's face and said softly, "If Daddy doesn't eat, Ying'er will."
The little girl smiled and agreed, then nestled obediently in her mother's arms and began to eat contentedly.
Duan Zhengchun and Xiaolongnu gazed at this lovely woman, their eyes filled with undisguised affection.
Many things have happened in the past three years. The Green-Clad Guards have grown into a martial arts sect with even greater power than the Beggars' Sect, and are full of experts.
Duan Zhengchun finally had his first child in the world, and as he had hoped, it was a daughter.
He personally chose the name Duan Liuying, and he would give her almost anything she wanted, even the stars in the sky.
He didn't give his daughter the surname Yin, because his original surname was Duan. As for the name Liuying, he just felt that he had experienced and witnessed too much since being reborn into this life.
Although nearly ten years have passed, he feels that everything has gone by too fast, like shooting stars and fireflies flashing by, and before he could think much about it, he was already thirty.
At this moment, footsteps sounded, and Lu Wushuang and the others slowly arrived at the pavilion. Some nestled beside Duan Zhengchun, while others teased Ying'er in Xiaolongnu's arms.
As Ying'er's aunts, Lu Wushuang and the others have always doted on Ying'er, treating her almost like their own daughter.
Although each of them deeply loved Duan Zhengchun, they never thought of possessing him because of their love, and they always got along very harmoniously.
This is what Duan Zhengchun is most gratified about, because he no longer has to fawn over and deceive everyone like he did in his previous life.
Seeing the harmonious scene before him, Duan Zhengchun was very pleased and felt extremely satisfied.
"Sect Master, I have some bad news."
A moment later, a guard in blue robes slowly walked into the pavilion, bowed solemnly, and reported something.
Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun frowned, his expression becoming somewhat grave.
Three years later, three years ago, he chose to leave the mountain to repay a favor to Master Yideng. He wondered what would happen this time.
"Ying'er, how about going to the library with Aunt Wushuang?"
Lu Wushuang clapped his hands at Ying'er and asked with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Ying'er immediately nodded happily.
Lu Wushuang gently picked up Ying'er, smiled slightly at Duan Zhengchun, and left the pavilion with the other women, leaving only Duan Zhengchun and Xiaolongnu behind.
"What news? Tell me."
Little Dragon Girl turned to look at the guard in blue and said in a deep voice...