Chapter Thirty-One: The Severance of Qingfeng

  On the Xing Tai stage, under the gaze of the numerous disciples of the Tianjian Sect, Ling Qingyan was about to fall under the sword of Wen Tianhe, the Elder of the Precepts!

  "Die! Die!"

  Wen Tianhe's expression was as if he had gone mad, his eyes were unclear, and the pair of eyes staring at Ling Qingyan, who was full of fear in his eyes, the purple sword light that emerged from his hand also slashed towards Ling Qingyan's neck.

  At this moment, a resolute glint flashed across Ling Qingyan's handsome face under Wen Tianhe's astonished gaze, and his eyes suddenly snapped open, clearly having made some decision.

  Damn it! I'm done for!

  Wow!

  The pale blue True Energy enveloped the Netherworld Longsword, and the Blood Evil energy suddenly surged up. Ling Qingyan directly raised the Netherworld Longsword to meet Wen Tianhe's physical purple sword light. At this moment, Ling Qingyan could only pray in his heart that his Netherworld Longsword would not be cut off by the Law Enforcer Elder's purple sword light.

  If cut off, I will surely die!

  It was as if only a second had passed, yet it was also as if an entire century had gone by.

  "Ding!"

  A deafening, crisp sound suddenly rang out throughout the Tianjian Sect's residence, as if it were a hurricane or a thunderclap! The many Tianjian Sect disciples surrounding the Xing Tai only felt their ears ache for a moment before losing their hearing for several seconds, then slowly recovering.

  But the scene on Xing Tai was one that left many Tian Jian Sect disciples staring in shock, unable to believe their eyes, with looks of incredulity flashing across everyone's faces!

  Wen Tianhe was stunned, his already somewhat desolate back figure became even more desolate, his face seemed to age instantly, his eyes flashing with incredulity as he stared tightly at the broken sword in his hand...

  Green frost, it's broken!

  The Qingfeng sword, known for being invincible and able to cut through iron like mud, has been broken!

  "Bang!"

  Under the gaze of everyone, Wen Tianhe didn't care about Ling Qingyan anymore and directly turned around, then suddenly knelt down towards the peak of Tianxian Peak which stood like a long sword.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!......

  As if he was self-mutilating, Wen Tianhe violently knocked his head against the ground again and again, without any sign of stopping. And on Wen Tianhe's forehead, a torrent of blood also flowed out...

  Ling Qingyan's right hand, which was about to break apart, blew a mouthful of air at the tiger's mouth, and then stretched out his left hand to pick up the Youming Long Sword that had fallen to the ground due to the impact. He walked over to one side and sat down, but his nerves were still taut, constantly on guard against potential threats from beside him.

  And the candidate in the crowd, at this time also walked forward, tore open his sleeve and helped Ling Qingyan bandage his right palm. It wasn't that he didn't dare to go up before, it's just that going up would be useless, once he went up, he might make the elder of the sect even crazier, directly using the last few moves of the Tianjian Nine Styles.

  Previously, the elder's Tianjian Jiu Shi was about to unleash its final moves, and Ling Qingyan not only couldn't dodge but also didn't have time to draw his sword to defend himself. The later the sword move in Tianjian Jiu Shi, the faster it gets! Previously, when facing Hua Jian Shi, Ling Qingyan barely managed to react in time to counterattack with his sword; if he were to face the later moves, he would probably have been defeated and killed by now.

  "What is this sword after all..."

  Hou Jin's face was full of surprise as he stared at the sword on Ling Qingyan's left hand, even though it had been used to fiercely confront Qingfeng, not a single mark was left on the Yumeng longsword. He was about to ask when the continuous "ding" sounds made him look towards the distant Weilü Changlao Wen Tianhe.

  "What's wrong with him?!"

  Ling Qing's right hand moved slightly, and then the corner of his mouth twitched, clearly in extreme pain. Looking at the distant Wen Tianhe, who was continuously kowtowing, he also had doubts. After Wen Tianhe's long sword broke, his state was very abnormal, and Ling Qing had noticed earlier that after Wen Tianhe's sword broke, he hadn't looked at him again.

  It's as if Sun Er's death was more tragic than this sword being broken!

  "That sword 'Qingfeng' was left by his master, alas..."

  A slightly hoary voice sounded beside Ling Qingyan. Ling Qingyan looked up to see that, led by Tianjian Sect's sect master Lian Jun, six or seven elderly men were walking towards the Execution Platform. Ling Qingyan's heart stirred as he already knew the identities of these elderly men - they must be the same generation as Sect Master Lian Jun in Tianjian Sect.

  At this time, even a talented person like Jun cannot arrive on time!

  "Are you Lin's junior brother?!"

  Suddenly, a loud and rough voice came from the mouth of a sturdy old man behind Lian Jun, and then this sturdy old man took two or three steps forward, came to Ling Qingyan's side, and sat down on the steps of the Xing Tai platform with Ling Qingyan, his face full of whiskers and smiles.

  Ling Qingyan was taken aback for a moment, and then his impression of the robust old man became even more favorable. Such an uninhibited and unbridled person was exactly the kind that Ling Qingyan admired most.

  "Who are you?" Ling Qingyan looked at the old man and asked with a smile.

  "Just call me Brother Niu from now on," the robust old man said with a big smile, blinking his large copper bell-like eyes.

  Before long, Ling Qingyan and the robust old man were chatting like old friends who had not seen each other for a long time, occasionally bursting into laughter, which left Hou Jin stunned.

  This ox master uncle knew that he was very irritable and easily angered, usually had no good face for young people like Ling Qingyan, and held the idea of personally training younger generations. In those years, Hou Jin had been brutally trained by this ox master uncle for half a month. Thinking of those unbearable days, Hou Jin still felt a chill to this day.

  At this time, Lian Jun and five other elders had already arrived around Wen Tianhe, who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing.

  "Tianhe Shidi, you..."

  "Wen Shidi, don't grieve, Master Yun won't blame you..."

  "Knock your head off, and still urinate on horseback, really disgracing Master Yun!"

  The words of the old man in front, as well as another elder, did not elicit any reaction from Wen Tianhe. However, as soon as the last sentence was spoken, Wen Tianhe suddenly froze in place, no longer kowtowing, as if that final sentence had a profound effect on him.

  "See?"

  The robust old man beside Ling Qingyan looked at Ling Qingyan, who was staring with his mouth agape, and pointed to the old man who had just spoken, grinning, "That's my senior brother! And also my older brother! Real brother! Isn't he awesome? We were both brought up by the same master!"

  "Hmm," Ling Qingyan's mouth twitched slightly at the words, but his voice was saying: "Impressive, impressive!"

  Looking at Ling Qingyan's face, which was strongly suppressing a smile, Hou Jin's face suddenly became strange, and then he turned his head away, with a hint of a sly smile on his icy cheek.

  ………

  On the top of Xing Tai, it was extremely quiet, even Ling Qingyan's boisterous senior brother Niu hadn't spoken a word.

  Suddenly, Zong Zhuo's lean body trembled slightly, and then his face lit up with joy as he looked at Wen Tianhe: "Tianhe junior brother, my master said that I can help you re-cast the 'Qingfeng'!"

  "Really?!"

  When Wen Tianhe heard Lian Jun's words, he suddenly stood up and rushed to Lian Jun's side, grabbing his arm. His face was a mixture of blood and tears as he hastily asked: "Brother, is this true? Did Master Guan really say it's possible?"

  "Hmm," Lian Jun's face was also filled with joy at this time, and he said, "Master said it's okay, but..."

  "What's going on?!"

  Wen Tianhe was anxious, as long as Qingfeng could recover to its original state, he would be willing to do whatever it takes and pay any price!

  "Master said," Jian Jun's face revealed a wry smile, "Master said, as long as you don't bother Qingyan Shidi again in the future. Also, step down from your position as Precept Master and go to the back peak of Tianxian Peak to face the wall for twenty years!"

  Whoosh!

  Upon hearing this, Wen Tianhe's face suddenly changed, and his expression slightly trembled, as if he was enduring something intense. But just for a moment, Wen Tianhe's expression stopped trembling, yet seemed to have aged significantly, with wrinkles on his forehead clearly visible, as if he had come to a realization.

  Wen Tianhe looked at Lian Jun, his face determined, and said: "Alright! I can do all of these things as long as Qingfeng can be restored... However, Brother Shi, I can let go of my grandson's death myself, after all, it was also me who spoiled him over the years. But just because I won't bother Ling Shidi doesn't mean that the people from my Wen family won't! Xiao Yi, after all, is the only male heir of this generation of the Wen family!"