"The Sword Collection palace … is gone?"
Li Xiaoyao murmured. He had a feeling that it was unreal. It seemed that the mountain was still echoing with the noise and laughter of his senior and junior brothers. When he came back to his senses, it was only the ripples of his memory. Unknowingly, his face was already covered with tears.
Even if the Palace Master and the Elders colluded with the Demon Region, many of their companions were innocent!
"Li Xiaoyao, are you still a disciple of the Sword Collection palace?" Yu Zijian suddenly asked.
"Yes!" Li Xiaoyao answered instinctively.
"The Sword Collection palace isn't dead. At the very least, there's still the three of us."
Yu Zijian's eyes shone with glistening, violet light. Behind her was the afterglow of the setting sun, interweaving into a colorful glow. But under her influence, it was like the rising sun, full of hope.
Fu Qingjin and Li Xiaoyao were stunned. What was the point of saying this now?
If the Sword Collection palace had been destroyed by enemies, then so be it. They would naturally be motivated to take revenge and restore the Sword Collection palace's reputation. However, the reality was that the Sword Collection palace had colluded with the Demon domain and dug their own graves. All of their disciples had died below the Sword Collection peak. Even the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga's actions of taking over the Sword Collection peak could not be faulted. If they continued to call themselves disciples of the Sword Collection palace, they would basically be asking to be humiliated.
"Zijian, everything has a beginning and end. When there's a rising sun, there's a setting sun. The Sword Collection palace is no different. Why must you be so stubborn?" Fu Qingjin sighed gently. All he wanted to do was leave his home and wander the world.
"Yeah, senior uncle. Why don't you return to the Clear River prefecture and continue cultivating? You can still wield your sword and uphold justice. I was just saying it in passing. I think it's better if I don't become a disciple of the Sword Collection palace! "Li Xiaoyao also shook his head.
"We can no longer admit that we're disciples of the Sword Collection palace, but what about our innocent brothers and sisters? He didn't do anything bad. Do I have to be treated as a fool and a bad guy, forever carrying a bad name? "
Yu Zijian clenched her fists firmly. Her voice trembled as her eyes moistened, but she did not shed any tears.
Fu Qingjin shuddered inside. He looked at Yu Zijian deeply. With her gentle nature, the pain she felt must have been much deeper than theirs!
Sigh, unknowingly. You've become stronger than I am.
Li Xiaoyao was also speechless. His face was full of shame.
Yu Zijian shook her head and said apologetically, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said something like that. I've made things difficult for you. But I really can't just leave like this. Senior Fu. Thank you for taking care of me all these years. There was also Xiaoyao. You've cultivated bitterly for so many years and finally survived the Heavenly Tribulation. It's time for you to be free and unfettered. Otherwise, it would be a waste of its name. "
His smile vanished in a flash before becoming determined again. He gazed at Heaven's Leaning peak in the distance, "I'll pay for the sins that the Sword Collection palace has committed!"
Fu Qingjin and Li Xiao looked at her back from afar. Her thin shoulders seemed to bear all the sins and notoriety, a burden that did not belong to her. They could not help but look at each other.
Fu Qingjin let out a long sigh. "Zijian, oh Zijian!"
"Hmm?"
"You've really embarrassed the two of us with your actions." Fu Qingjin smiled.
"I'm not …" Yu Zijian waved her hand in a fluster, but she had no idea how to explain herself.
"You know that I'm just a piece of trash who only knows how to sigh in the ruins. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even know how to continue living. Please let me go with you." Fu Qingjin bowed slightly.
"Senior aunt Yu, I'll continue being a disciple of the Sword Collection palace! Although I seem to be the only disciple, I definitely won't disappoint you. "
"You don't have to force yourself …"
"I'm not forcing myself. I don't think as much as you do. However, if I become a great swordsman in the future and someone asks me whether I come from the Sword Collection palace, how should I answer? I might as well just admit it. I'll be able to face my seniors and juniors, and I'll be able to face the sword in my hand! "
"You're … fantastic!" Yu Zijian cheered and embraced them, diluting her sorrow and melancholy.
"A snake won't leave without a head. Since the Sword Collection palace is still standing, there should be a palace lord." Fu Qingjin smiled.
"Yeah. Although there's only a single disciple, there still needs to be a palace lord." Li Xiaoyao looked at Yu Zijian with a smile.
Yu Zijian hesitated. "Alright, I'll be the palace lord!"
As a result, the position of the palace lord who had once shaken up the Green province was decided in a few words.
"Greetings, palace lord!"
Fu Qingjin and Li Xiaoyao bowed towards her together. They were both serious, without the slightest disrespect.
Yu Zijian wanted to dodge instinctively, but she still stood firmly and accepted it rather uncomfortably.
"Palace lord, if we want to rebuild the Sword Collection palace, we'll probably have to find another land of spiritual energy. Fortunately, there's plenty of empty land in the Green province now, so it won't be difficult to find," said Li Xiaoyao.
"I know a few suitable places. We can investigate them," said Fu Qingjin.
"No, let's go to Heaven's Leaning peak first." Yu Zijian pointed at the mountains in the distance.
Li Xiaoyao was taken aback. Why were they going to Heaven's Leaning peak at a time like this? Were they going to take back Heaven's Leaning peak from the monks? That was impossible!
Though, it's said that senior aunt Yu is extremely familiar with my second uncle. If she has his support, there's some hope.
However, Fu Qingjin seemed to understand something.
The Dauntless monk turned around and said to the young monk, "Pass down my orders. Prepare to receive the master of the Sword Collection palace."
"Yes, abbot!"
The young monk tossed aside his broom and jogged all the way to the grand hall.
A while later, a bell rang out. The entire mountain was filled with bells and drums.
The monks gathered, all filled with curiosity. Didn't the master of the Sword Collection palace die a long time ago? And, even if he was still alive, he would be a mortal enemy of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, so why was he still receiving him so politely?
Yu Zijian, Li Xiaoyao, and Li Xiaoyao ascended the mountain on foot, which left the monks even more surprised. Wasn't their cultivation a little too weak? And, apart from the nameless junior at the very back, they did not even have a sword on them, yet they were still sword cultivators?
Li Xiaoyao walked along the familiar mountain path, surrounded by the monks. He felt extremely uneasy and uncomfortable inside. However, he noticed that Yu Zijian's expression became sterner and sterner. She was no longer as gentle as usual. She really did possess the bearing of a palace lord. Did she want to negotiate with the Dauntless monk?
Reaching the top of the mountain, a tall, stern-faced monk stood there.
Li Xiaoyao's cultivation was too low in the past, so his senses were extremely limited. Only now did he understand what a great cultivator was like. Their bearing was basically like a mountain. He could not help but hold his breath. Then, he thought about how his second uncle had glared at him. He thought about how this monk could not be even more powerful, which was why he relaxed slightly. However, the thought of returning the Heaven's Leaning peak had vanished.
"Master of the Sword Collection palace, Yu Zijian, along with elder Fu Qingjin and disciple Li Xiaoyao, greets the Dauntless abbot."
"Please come into the hall, palace lord." The Dauntless monk looked at her in some surprise and gave her sufficient politeness.
However, Yu Zijian turned him down, expressing that she was not a guest. Afterwards, she publicly apologised to the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga as the master of the Sword Collection palace. She also handed over all the mountains including the Heaven's Leaning peak to the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga as compensation.
The sun set, and the sunlight dispersed. Afterwards, it was a long night.
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