Chapter Eighty-six: Gu Yun's Thirteen Swords

  Whoosh!

  Under the dark night sky, two swift lights flashed across the plain like lightning, and soon they had left Songyang City.

  They ran dozens of miles before stopping at a small hillside.

  Under the moonlight, it was none other than Yun Zhonglong and Ye Guanyun.

  "You've grown up!"

  If someone were here, they would surely be shocked by Yun Zhonglong's words, which clearly meant that he was extremely familiar with Ye Guchen.

  Ye Gucun remained silent and didn't make a sound.

  "Follow me as your father, with your qualifications, you will never be limited to the Xuan Yun Sect in the future. Here, it will only restrict your development!"

  The killer with countless murders, unexpectedly revealed a hint of familial affection.

  If his words were overheard by others, they would surely be shocked to the point of their jaws dropping. The one who had always regarded thieves as sworn enemies, Ye Gu Yun, was actually the son of Yun Zhong Long.

  This... is absolutely the biggest joke in Xuantian Continent's history.

  "My surname is Ye!"

  Desolate and bleak, still without any change, Ye Gucun's white hair fluttered in the cold wind, an unspeakable loneliness.

  "You... could it be that you're also involved in this matter?"

  Yun Zhonglong's face changed slightly, and he became somewhat gloomy.

  In his mind flashed the tragic deaths of seven brothers, this time out, the fourth brother died unexpectedly, only five poisons were left by his side, returning to the valley, but only saw seven clusters of ashes.

  Arriving in Songyang City to gather information, I only then discovered that the close brothers who had been together for decades, their lifelong trusted weapons were actually being sold by someone.

  Even if he was indifferent to life like him, he still felt indignant about this. After finding the Gu brothers, they told him that the person who killed the thirteen thieves would appear at the auction.

  As a result, Guan Shunbei was seen holding Lao Er's windbreaker. After some questioning, Guan Shunbei also showed some backbone and consistently claimed that he had snatched it from a beggar.

  At that time, Yun Zhonglong was amused by this.

  So, it was determined that Guan Shu was a northern rebel who was not worthy of pardon, and had stolen the precious objects from the pavilion. He wanted to protect his father and uncle, so he would be slowly poisoned to death in front of them. This would also let the Guan brothers experience the taste of their loved ones dying miserably.

  As for the scene in the auction house, it was a countermeasure that Yun Zhonglong had thought of long ago. With his current strength, he could respond with five poisons and escape in the chaos, which was simply effortless.

  But looking at his son who had never disobeyed him before, he actually showed a resolute attitude, which made him think whether this matter was related to him.

  Ye Gucang slowly shook his head.

  "Who is that? Why don't you want to come with me?"

  Yun Zhong Long is well aware of Ye Gu Yun's personality. If he had done it, he would have admitted it without hesitation.

  "You're my enemy!"

  Ye Gucun's eyes gazed at him indifferently, without a shred of emotion existing.

  "Enemy?"

  Yun Zhonglong was taken aback, then threw his head back and laughed loudly: "Haha, archenemy, if you're really my archenemy, then come and kill me! What? Are you afraid? The Lonely Cloud Sword is now in your hands. This sword, as it happens, I deliberately handed over to the Guan brothers, waiting for the day when you would take it yourself."

  "Who would have thought they had been hiding for so many years!"

  Hiss!

  Sharp and tenacious, with a sword scabbard, a flash of cold light shines brightly under the night sky, looking extremely intimidating.

  "How dare you kill me?"

  Watching Ye Gucun slowly draw his sword, Yun Zhonglong was somewhat incredulous and immediately relaxed his expression, saying: "Yun'er, I know you resent me for abandoning you in the Xuan Yun Sect for ten years, but you must also understand that I did it with good intentions, all for your own good!"

  "Draw your sword!"

  Ye Gucheng held a sword in his right hand and assumed a strange pose.

  "You dare to draw your sword against me? Don't forget, you have the Five Worms' poison in your meridians. If you don't take the antidote on time, even if it's the Sect Master of the Mystic Cloud Sect, no one can force it out!"

  Sensing Ye Gu Yun's change in aura, Yun Zhong Long finally changed his expression and shouted loudly.

  "Draw your sword and let me see! Tianyun's Thirteen Swords, what level have you reached?"

  Surprisingly, Ye Guchen spoke for the first time in such a long sentence, and his body surged with a chilling aura.

  "Looking for death? It seems you need a lesson, or else you wouldn't know the height of heaven and the thickness of earth!"

  Yun Zhonglong's face was gloomy, he didn't draw his sword, instead he reached into his sleeve and took out a dark red flute, and began to play it.

  Whoosh!

  A sharp, ear-piercing whine resounded through the void, yet there was no visible change.

  It didn't seem to hurt as much as he had imagined, and Ye Gu Yun didn't roll around on the ground in agony.

  "How is that possible? The Five Venoms Insect has taken root in your meridians, even a master of the Dan Xuan Sect cannot eradicate it, you... how can you be fine?"

  As if seeing a ghost, Yun Zhong Long's voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

  "Haven't you forgotten, what was the purpose of letting me go to the Xuan Yun Sect?"

  A faint red glow appeared in Ye Guchen's eyes, this was his first emotional change.

  "Jianzhong, you entered Jianzhong, then you...then you cultivated the sword species, it's true, your head full of white hair..."

  Dragon in the clouds, somewhat absent-mindedly pointing at Ye Guchen.

  "A decade of sharpening a sword, and suddenly it shines with glory!"

  Some low and melancholic words came out of Ye Gu Yun's mouth.

  "Haha, great! I can finally see the legendary Sword Saint. It's not a waste of my life after all. Come on, let me see how far you've cultivated the Xuan Yun Tian Jian Fa!"

  Yun Zhonglong suddenly drew out the silver sword from his waist like a madman.

  A sword's edge, like a whip, shook in the void for an instant, as if shrouded in mist and cloud, and then thirteen ferocious dragon illusions burst out of it, biting at Ye Gucheng who was somewhat lost in thought.

  This sword suddenly had a hint of the powerful aura of a Yuanjing strongman revealed.

  The Cloud Dragon that launched this sword, with a sharp glint in his eyes, clearly didn't seem to be saying his final words. He was confident that even if he were a beginning warrior of the Solid Origin Realm, facing this sword would still leave him flustered and at a loss.

  Buzz!

  The lone cloud sword suddenly trembled, and it was exactly the same as the Tianyun Thirteen Swords of the dragon in the clouds. It transformed into endless cloud clusters, from which thirteen dragon-like illusions burst out at the same time.

  No, it's fourteen heads, and there is a faint dragon chant flashing.

  Boom!

  Two sword auras intersected, and the air suddenly burst forth with energy, sending rocks and debris flying.

  Boom!

  A figure covered in blood tumbled and fell far away, a silver sword clattering to the ground. It was Yun Zhong Long.

  "Cough, cough, I didn't expect that you would actually cultivate the Tianyun Thirteen Swords to the stage of transformation. Given time, you will surely be able to surpass the Danxuan boundary. Even if I die today, I will have no regrets!"

  The dragon in the cloud sprayed fresh blood wildly, stumbled and got up, and surprisingly, there was a hint of a smile on its face.

  "Get out!"

  Ye Guchen did not have the joy of winning afterwards, and slowly retracted the Gu Yun sword.

  "You... you won't kill me?"

  The dragon in the cloud was shocked.

  Ye Gucun turned his head and left, all the way until he was far away, before a somewhat indistinct voice came over.

  "From now on, there is only Lonely Cloud and Thirteen Swords in this world!"

  "Yun'er, it seems you already know everything, little sister, I'm sorry to you!"

  Longwang in the cloud wiped away two lines of tears, picked up the silver sword and stumbled towards the other side of the mountain slope.

  Unfortunately, the seriously injured body did not go far before being blocked by a figure.