128: Chapter 87 The Fox Demon Turns Against Us!

Wang Quan sheathed his sword and walked over to Wang Ling.

He looked at Chen Xuan, then at the corpse of the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle, and remained silent for a moment.

"Immortal Master Yun, your sword technique is very similar to someone's."

Chen Xuan did not respond.

Wang Qingfeng walked over; her gaze lingered on Chen Xuan's face for a long time, and her brows never relaxed.

"Similar to whom?" Chen Xuanji asked.

Wang Qingfeng did not answer, only looking at Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuanji also looked at Chen Xuan, her gaze shifting from Chen Xuan's face to his hands, and then from his hands to his sword.

Then her eyes widened abruptly.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

Wang Ling pressed down on her shoulder.

"Xuanji."

Chen Xuanji closed her mouth, but the light in her eyes grew brighter.

Chen Xuan looked at them, a complicated emotion surging in his heart.

They had recognized him.

Not recognized Yun Qi, but recognized President Wang.

Those habits, those movements, those gazes.

Decades had passed, and they still remembered.

Chen Xuan was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"I have heard about President Wang."

"He was an extraordinary person."

Wang Ling nodded.

"My father was indeed extraordinary."

"With a Pseudo Spiritual Root, no background, and no resources, he managed to carve out a path for himself within the territory of the Fusheng Sect."

"The Qingyuan Chamber of Commerce he founded remains the largest chamber of commerce in the Southern Region to this day."

"The ascension spirit liquid he researched changed the fate of countless Cultivators."

"It is just a pity that he fell before he could complete Foundation Establishment."

Wang Ling's voice was calm, but Chen Xuan detected the regret within it.

Wang Quan spoke next.

"Father often said that cultivating the Dao is not about the Spiritual Root, but about the heart."

"If the heart is not firm, even a Heavenly Spiritual Root cannot achieve the Great Dao."

"If the heart is firm, even a Pseudo Spiritual Root can achieve Foundation Establishment."

"He said this after his third failed attempt at Foundation Establishment."

Wang Quan's eyes were slightly red, but he did not shed tears.

Wang Qingfeng lowered her head and said softly.

"The day Father passed away, none of us were able to see him one last time."

Chen Xuanji gripped the hilt of her sword, her knuckles turning white.

She did not speak, but her eyes were already red.

Chen Xuan looked at them, feeling as if something had struck his heart hard.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But in the end, he said nothing.

Some things cannot be said.

Some identities cannot be acknowledged.

He turned his head and looked to the north.

The Cloud-Swallowing Eagle was dead, and the vengeance was fulfilled.

But his descendants were still alive.

Their journey was still long.

He could not acknowledge them.

To acknowledge them would be to harm them.

The secret of the hundred generations of Reincarnation could not be leaked.

Once leaked, it would mean total destruction.

Chen Xuan took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

Just then, a wave of Demonic Qi rose from the forest.

The Demonic Qi was thick, carrying the distinct, musky odor of the fox clan.

Chen Xuan turned to look.

A white light flew out from the forest and landed on a giant rock at the top of the cliff.

The white light dissipated, revealing a huge white fox.

Nine tails swayed behind it, and golden slit pupils stared at Chen Xuan.

The true form of the Nine-Tailed Fox had arrived.

Its aura was even stronger than the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle at its Peak.

It was at the Peak of the Early Stage of the Golden Core, only a hair's breadth away from the Middle Stage.

"Human Race, you killed the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle," the Nine-Tailed Fox said, her voice seductive. "I am very grateful to you."

"But I do not like the Human Race appearing in my territory."

"So, could you please die here?"

Chen Xuan's heart sank abruptly.

He had guessed that the Nine-Tailed Fox would betray them, but he had not expected it to come so quickly.

Wang Ling's expression also changed.

Although he was at the Peak of the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment, he could not withstand even a single move from a Golden Core Yao Beast.

Wang Quan, Wang Qingfeng, and Chen Xuanji drew their swords at the same time, blocking in front of Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuanji's gaze shifted from the Nine-Tailed Fox to Chen Xuan, then back again.

She pointed her sword tip at the Nine-Tailed Fox, her voice very cold.

"If you want to touch him, you must get past us first."

The Nine-Tailed Fox laughed.

"A few Foundation Establishment Cultivators dare to stop me?"

She flicked her tail gently, and an invisible force pressed down.

Wang Ling groaned, his knees buckling.

Wang Quan's sword trembled.

Wang Qingfeng's face was as pale as paper.

Chen Xuanji gritted her teeth, holding on without retreating, but blood was already spilling from the corner of her mouth.

Chen Xuan's hand pressed against the hilt of his sword.

His mana was exhausted, and he was still injured inside.

But he would not be captured without a fight.

Just then, a cold snort came from the horizon.

The cold snort was not loud, but it carried the pressure of a Golden Core Master, echoing across the cliff top.

The Nine-Tailed Fox's slit pupils contracted sharply.

A figure walked from the horizon.

With white hair and white eyebrows, a celestial appearance, and an empty left sleeve fluttering in the wind.

Liu Yun.

Master Chonghe.

Although his Dharma body had only recently been condensed and his aura was not as thick as his true self, the pressure of a Golden Core Master was still as heavy as a mountain.

In the Northern Expedition, his true self had been seriously injured, and his Dharma body had been destroyed.

This Dharma body was one he had recently condensed, possessing only thirty percent of his strength at his Peak.

But thirty percent was still Golden Core.

"Nine-Tailed Fox."

Master Liu Yun's voice was calm, as if speaking of a trivial matter.

"If you dare to touch my Disciple, I will annihilate your entire clan."

The Nine-Tailed Fox's tails froze.

Its golden slit pupils stared at Master Liu Yun for a long time.

Then she laughed, a seductive laugh, but there was no mirth in her eyes.

"Master Chonghe, your Dharma body was recently condensed and only has thirty percent of your Peak strength."

"You may not be my match."

Master Liu Yun did not answer.

He simply raised his right hand, pointing his sword finger at the Nine-Tailed Fox.

A strand of Sword Qi condensed at his fingertip; though the Sword Qi was thin, it contained the essence of his four hundred years of sword Dao cultivation.

Even with only thirty percent of his strength, this one sword strike would be enough to make the Nine-Tailed Fox pay a painful price.

The Nine-Tailed Fox's laughter stopped.

She felt the terror of that Sword Qi.

Even if Master Liu Yun only had one arm, even if this was only a Dharma body, even if it only had thirty percent strength.

She did not want to receive that Sword Qi.

"Just a joke." The Nine-Tailed Fox stepped back half a step, her tails swaying gently. "Peaceful coexistence between the Human Race and the Yao Race is my wish."

"The territory of the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle belongs to me; this is our agreement."

"If the Human Race does not step into the north, I will not harm anyone."

Master Liu Yun withdrew his sword finger.

"Remember your words."

The Nine-Tailed Fox nodded and turned into a white light, disappearing into the forest.

The cliff top fell silent.

Chen Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, only then realizing that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

Master Liu Yun walked up to him and glanced at him.

His gaze lingered on the wounds on his body for a moment.

"Well done."

Chen Xuan bowed and saluted.

"Disciple almost died."

"But you are not dead yet." Master Liu Yun's tone was very light. "If you are not dead, it means you won."

He turned to look at the corpse of the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle and raised his hand to cast a beam of spiritual light.

The spiritual light collected the corpse of the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle into a Storage Pouch.

The corpse of a Golden Core Yao Beast was a treasure from head to toe.

The feathers could be used to refine Spiritual Artifacts, the bones could be used to refine Magical Artifacts, and the inner core was even more precious.

"Return to the Sect," Master Liu Yun said.

Everyone boarded the flying boat.

The flying boat rose, changed direction, and flew toward the south.

Chen Xuan stood by the boat's railing, watching the cliff top recede into the distance.

The bloodstains of the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle were still on the rocks, glowing with a dark red light under the setting sun.

He had finally taken revenge.

It was not his Revered Master who helped him take revenge, but himself.

It was his descendants who helped him take revenge.

The grievances of two lifetimes finally came to an end at this moment.

Chen Xuan withdrew his gaze and turned to walk into the cabin.

Liu Lili was lying on a soft couch in the cabin, her face pale, but her eyes were bright.

"Junior Brother, we won."

"We won."

Chen Xuan sat down beside her and held her hand.

Her hand was cold, and her fingertips were trembling slightly.

"You are injured."

"Just surface wounds." Liu Lili smiled. "I will be fine after a few days of rest."

Chen Xuan did not speak again, just holding her hand.

Wang Ling sat at the other end of the cabin, his gaze occasionally falling on Chen Xuan.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were pondering something.

Wang Quan leaned beside him, eyes closed, breathing steadily, but his hand remained on the hilt of his sword.

Wang Qingfeng sat in the corner, looking out the window, saying nothing.

Chen Xuanji sat opposite Chen Xuan, her gaze shifting from Chen Xuan's face to his hands, and then from his hands to his sword.

Her lips moved, as if wanting to say something.

Finally, she spoke, her voice very soft.

"Immortal Master Yun, who taught you your sword?"

Chen Xuan was silent for a moment.

"An old friend."

Chen Xuanji nodded and did not ask again.

But her eyes were even brighter.

The flying boat continued south.

The outline of Qingming Peak appeared in view.

The bell of the Yanfa Hall echoed in the mountains, welcoming the returning Disciples.

Chen Xuan stood up, walked to the railing, and looked at that familiar mountain Peak.

The Cloud-Swallowing Eagle was dead.

The revenge was fulfilled.

But his path was still long.

Heavenly Fire, City Wall Earth, Golden Core Dao.

Central Province, Maitreya, Nascent Soul.

Every step required risking his life.

Chen Xuan gripped the hilt of his sword.

He was not afraid.

Having lived for three lifetimes, the most important thing he had learned was not to be afraid.

Not afraid of death, not afraid of losing, not afraid of starting over.

The flying boat landed at the air harbor.

Chen Xuan jumped off the flying boat and landed on the stone steps of Qingming Peak.

The night breeze brushed his face, carrying the faint fragrance of spiritual wood.

He took a deep breath and walked toward the Conquest Hall.

Behind him, Liu Lili followed.

Behind her were Wang Ling, Wang Quan, Wang Qingfeng, and Chen Xuanji.

The moonlight lay on the stone steps like a thin layer of frost.

Chen Xuan walked in the front, his steps steady, his spine straight.

Like a true Sword Cultivator.