"Master …"
Yasuo felt that he had been humiliated enough. His broken sword was stabbed into a urinal by someone, and he had to drag out an ignoble existence just so that his mother would have someone to support her. However, it wasn't until his master knelt down in front of someone else for his life that he realized that he was too naive in thinking that he was humiliated enough.
The image of Yong En blocking the sickle, his mother's sorrowful expression, the broken sword, his master's kneeling appearance, and the drifting petals of the spring flowers — all sorts of images suddenly assaulted his mind, making him unable to endure it any longer. Then, he roared out angrily.
"No!!"
A greyish black mist appeared on his body, but the two people who had been holding him down, Ku Shuo's son, Shen, and Ku Shuo's favorite disciple, Jie, didn't need to communicate at all. The two of them made hand seals and chanted incantations at the same time, and their eyes shone with a magical luster.
"Exorcism!"
"Meditation!"
Two completely different words were shouted. Their fingers wrapped in magic patterns fiercely pointed at Yasuo's shoulder. The light of the incantation shone brightly, and the greyish black mist on Yasuo's body dissipated in an instant. Yasuo also screamed the moment the greyish black mist disappeared. His emotions calmed down again, and he lowered his head heavily. His mind became confused again.
And when the greyish black mist dissipated, a faint red mist strangely floated out of his body. Ku Shuo couldn't help but frown. He immediately raised his sword finger and chanted an incantation.
The red mist floated out of Yasuo's body and floated to his hand under Ku Shuo's guidance, and was condensed into a solid aura. The aura of destruction and antiquity made Ku Shuo frown. But it didn't stop him from praising his disciple. He first looked at his son, then revealed an imperceptible smile to his disciple.
"Well done, Jie. You also used a tracking incantation while chanting the exorcism incantation, and you were faster than Shen by a breath. It seems that you have been practicing hard recently."
He was very satisfied with his disciple, but the white-haired disciple lowered his head in embarrassment.
"No, Master, Shen is better than me. Without his powerful Mind-clearing Incantation, my Exorcism Incantation can't …"
He was speaking the truth because he could see that Shen was one breath slower than him because he wanted his Clear Mind Mantra to have the greatest effect. Moreover, for this Swordsman named Yasuo, his Exorcism Spell wasn't very useful to him. It was because he believed in Shen's spells that he used a tracking spell along with the Exorcism Spell.
However, his modesty was interrupted by his master.
"No, I know my son's ability very well. Jie, you deserve this praise."
Ku Shuo waved his hand and concluded this matter. He walked over to Elder Sima and helped her up. On the other hand, Jie looked at Shen embarrassedly. However, he could only see Shen's radiant smile. It was apparent that Shen didn't have any negative thoughts or feelings because of his father's belittling and praising of him. This kind of friendship greatly touched Yasuo, who was being held up by them, because these two people were not brothers, but they were closer than brothers, and he …
Ku Shuo didn't care how complicated Yasuo's feelings were because the aura he sensed from Yasuo's body had confirmed his worst guess.
"That thing is undoubtedly a monster that should be forgotten. Elder Sima, this isn't your responsibility … Even if I were there, I might not have been able to guarantee my own survival. But there's no doubt that your disciples are heroes because they still had the courage to attack those monsters. "
Ku Shuo didn't intend to stay here any longer because he had guessed the next destination of those monsters. Therefore, after he purified the aura in his hand with magic, he turned to Elder Sima who was regretting his decision.
"But I thought they were fools … I thought the temple's guardians would be enough to deal with them, but I didn't expect God to not bless them."
Elder Sima regretted his decision. The temple's guardians told him that the temple only needed some outer guards. The rest of the temple's guardians would be left to defend. His disciples wouldn't be in too much danger as long as they practiced their swordsmanship well and weren't defeated by bandits. That was why he wanted his disciples to go and gain experience. But ….
In the end, he only had one disciple left.
"My condolences. But don't worry, I'll continue to investigate this matter. This matter isn't something that our Church of Balance can resolve alone. I'll contact Karma and the monks of the Divine Dragon Temple. I'll get more people to investigate and reseal those devils. "
Ku Shuo gazed at Yasuo who couldn't move due to the overly powerful Mind Cleansing Spell. Ku Shuo pursed his lips and turned to Elder Sima apologetically.
"But I need your disciple's help. His hatred for those evil creatures and the aura he exuded during the battle will allow us to locate them effectively and grasp their movements. So …"
Ku Shuo's intention was simple. He wanted to use Yasuo as a tool. Besides, with his help, even if Yasuo turned into an evil spirit, he would be slain instantly. Elder Sima's lips twitched, but an ordinary voice beat him to it.
"So, are you trying to take my last son away from me?!"
Yasuo struggled subconsciously when he heard the voice. He turned around and saw his mother and his broken sword without a doubt. His mother looked at him sorrowfully. She hugged his broken sword tightly in her arms and judging from the water droplets on it, it was apparent that she had just washed it carefully. He tried his best to break free from the shackles of Caution and Jie. However, they didn't dare to let go of him due to his extreme emotions, fearing that he would hurt his mother.
"Yes, Madam. Because this is the only way we can free more people from the troubles of that evil spirit."
Ku Shuo was merciful. He didn't mention that Yasuo's current condition was extremely unstable and he could turn into an evil spirit that needed to be slain mercilessly at any moment. But even so, his words still left his mother in tears.
"I know you're a big shot and you're taking my son away to save more people from suffering. But I've already lost a son to that evil spirit. Can you promise me that you'll let my only remaining son return safely?"
Yasuo's mother said sorrowfully. Ku Shuo remained silent because the best ending he could think of for Yasuo was for him to walk out of the negative emotions in his heart after everything ended. And if he couldn't, he would be killed when he was still a human. That would be the best ending for him. His silence undoubtedly made Yasuo's mother understand something. She glared at Ku Shuo with resentment. Ku Shuo pursed his lips unnaturally and Shen couldn't help but lower his head. Even though Jie's eyes shook slightly, he didn't reveal the slightest bit of emotion.
However, Yasuo's mother didn't yell or do anything irrational like the other village women. Instead, she gazed at her son who seemed to be dead and made a final request.
"Then, can you at least let me get a blacksmith to reforge his sword before we set off? A warrior can't set off without a sword … "
In the end, she cried again, and Ku Shuo answered her last request after a moment of silence.
"No."
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