130: Chapter 130 Decisive and Ruthless Sun Chengzu!

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Cold Water Pool, back mountain of Boan Peak.

A waterfall cascaded down from a hundred-zhang-high cliff, crashing into the deep pool and kicking up a mist that filled the air; the scenery was breathtaking.

On a bluestone by the pool stood a boy of eleven or twelve.

Dressed in green martial attire, his figure was tall and slender.

His features were handsome and refined, with a steady gaze that transcended his years, making him look less like a young boy and more like a youth of fifteen or sixteen.

*Clang—*

A clear, resonant sword chime rang out.

Sun Chengzhu drew his sword, its blade shimmering with a faint blue light as water vapor instantly condensed into frost upon it...

Without using any spiritual power, he relied solely on pure physical strength to swing his sword over and over, practicing his swordsmanship.

Thrust, parry, hack, slash.

The movements were simple, yet precise to the extreme.

Each swing left a visible white trail in the air—a sonic boom caused by the sword's speed breaking through the airflow.

"Howl..."

By the pool, several snow-white Icefield Bear cubs were prone in the shallow water, catching fish.

Seeing Sun Chengzhu practice, one of the bolder cubs approached, stood up on its hind legs, and mimicked him by waving its furry paws.

Sun Chengzhu stopped and sheathed his sword.

He squatted down and reached out to rub the Icefield Bear cub's head. The cub nuzzled into his palm, letting out a comfortable purr.

"Your claws aren't hard enough yet, and your form is off."

Sun Chengzhu's voice was gentle as he held the cub's right paw and helped it adjust its posture.

"The strength of the Bear Clan lies in the waist and back, not the arms. You need to channel power from the ground through your back and into your claws."

The cub blinked as if it partially understood and swung its paw again.

*Bang!* A washbasin-sized cobblestone was smashed to pieces.

The cub hopped around excitedly.

A trace of a smile appeared at the corners of Sun Chengzhu's mouth. Having grown up among Yao Beasts, he found them simple-minded and far easier to understand than people.

As long as you treated them well, they would repay you with their lives.

"Chengzu."

Not far away, Sun Mao and Sun Lin approached side by side.

Sun Chengzhu stood up and bowed respectfully. "Eldest Uncle, Third Uncle."

Sun Mao looked at the boy, his eyes full of gratification.

Twelve years old, at the sixth level of Qi Refining, with his path in the Dao of the sword already open and a preliminary grasp of Sword Intent—this talent was top-tier even within the entire White Cloud Temple.

He was expected to reach Foundation Establishment before age twenty, comparable to the elite Disciples of some Nascent Soul Sects.

"How is your sword technique progressing?" Sun Mao asked.

"In response to Eldest Uncle, I have comprehended the 'Mystic Gold Cloud Fiend Sword Art.' My technique is clear, but its sharpness still lacks a bit of refinement."

"The sword is meant for slaughter; without seeing blood, it will always feel somewhat unrefined."

"Don't be impatient; take it step by step."

Sun Mao patted his shoulder. "In practicing this Mystic Gold Cloud Fiend Art, building a solid foundation is most important. Once you reach Foundation Establishment and have some ability to protect yourself, I will naturally let you go out for experience."

"However, as a swordsman, it truly is time for you to see some blood."

With that, at his signal, Sun Lin dragged someone over.

"Eldest Brother, the person is here."

A man covered in blood was dragged over like a dead dog. His collarbones were pierced, and his spiritual power was sealed, yet his eyes still held a fierce ruthlessness.

"This is a spy captured on the outskirts of the Changyuan Market."

"He's a manager from the outer Sect of the Fenghe Sect, disguised as a Loose Cultivator to wait for a chance to cause damage. But he's stubborn; he's held out for three days and hasn't said a word."

Sun Mao looked at Sun Chengzhu. "Chengzu, didn't you want to see some blood?"

"Come, he's yours to deal with."

Sun Chengzhu's expression remained unchanged as his gaze fell upon the spy.

"You people of White Cloud Temple will die a horrible death!"

The spy spat out bloody phlegm and sneered, "When my Sect's Old Ancestor Mu returns from the North Sea, he will surely tear you beasts who consort with prodigies into ten thousand pieces!"

Sun Chengzhu said nothing, standing there with his sword.

The tip of his sword pointed diagonally at the ground as water vapor gathered on the blade, condensing into a translucent droplet that finally fell slowly.

"What... what do you want to do?!"

Looking into the boy's calm eyes, the spy felt an inexplicable chill.

That look was not like one directed at a person, but at a piece of wood, a stone—a dead man!

"I don't know the rules of the Fenghe Sect."

"But here in the Yunjian Mountain Range, the Old Ancestor's rules are the law of the land."

Before he finished speaking, a flash of sword light erupted.

The sword's shadow was as swift as the wind and as fast as a rainbow.

The spy only saw a thin blue line flash before his eyes. In the next instant, a chill spread across his neck...

He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

A thin red line appeared on his throat, followed by blood gushing out like a fountain...

The spy collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and breathed his last.

With a flick of his wrist, Sun Chengzhu shook the blood droplets off the blade until it was spotless, then sheathed his sword. Though young, he was decisive and ruthless.

He turned around, squatted down again, pulled a piece of beast meat from his Storage Pouch, and fed it to the Icefield Bear cub from before.

His movements were gentle, as if he hadn't been the one who just killed a man.

Gentleness and ruthlessness.

They were perfectly fused within this youth.

Sun Mao watched this scene with extreme satisfaction.

The Sun Clan did not need flowers in a greenhouse or sheep that only followed rules; they needed a blade—an incomparably sharp edge!

After dismissing Sun Chengzhu, Sun Mao watched the boy's departing figure with gratification, then turned to Sun Lin.

"Clean up this corpse."

"Also, notify our hidden agents to give the Fenghe Sect some more trouble."

"Since they've sealed off their mountain, destroy all the spirit fields and Spirit Lakes outside their gates. Don't leave them a single blade of grass!"

"Understood," Sun Lin replied.

The shadow war between White Cloud Temple and the Fenghe Sect, fueled by the Sun Clan, had completely turned into a one-sided slaughter.

With the top levels not intervening, the situation below had become a quagmire...

Sooner or later, the Fenghe Sect would be dragged to its death!

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