Chapter 2743 - Only My Sword Can Set Your Heart at Ease

Martial Uncle?

Yu Guangjun was obviously a bit confused, too.

After a moment, he furrowed his brow. “Rest assured that I wouldn’t sink to using my martial uncle or my sect’s prestige to threaten you. If you’re afraid, I can use the last of my strength to write a will expressing that I died because I was weaker than my opponent!”

He looked wretched, and his wounds were serious, yet his voice was firm.

Su Yi raised an eyebrow and was just about to say something when he suddenly gazed into the distance.

The distant skies split like cloth as a dazzling streak of sword light whooshed toward them, arriving in a flash.

Boom!

The surrounding eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers shook.

The defensive formations covering the towering city walls churned violently.

Everyone present stiffened, their hair standing on end.

Pu Xuan tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, his qi rumbling and booming as his robes billowed around him.

Su Yi stood there, eyes narrowed slightly.

Off in the distance, Yang Lingxiao gasped. That streak of sword light was obviously the work of a Heavenly Monarch. It was fierce beyond measure!

Within moments, the sword light receded, and a middle-aged man with a walking stick appeared on the battlefield.

When he arrived, the terrifying sword force sweeping throughout heaven and earth dissipated.

But when the crowd looked at him, their eyes were full of deep-seated dread.

“Martial Uncle?” Yu Guangjun was stunned. Then, he said with self-deprecation, “I was weaker than my opponent. I’ve lost face for the sect.”

That’s his martial uncle?

The crowd’s hearts shook.

“A sparring match, that’s all. Victory and defeat are transient. All is well so long as your sword heart remains intact,” said the middle-aged man, a complicated look in his eyes.

It wasn’t because of Yu Guangjun’s wretched state, nor was it because of his defeat.

Rather, he’d seen the battle in full detail. Not even he had anticipated that Yu Guangjun, a genius the sect had such high hopes for, would lose so badly!

“Junior Yang Lingxiao of the Heart Tempering Sword House greets you, Senior Mu!” Yang Lingxiao bowed in greeting.

He recognized the middle-aged man. This was Sword Monarch Mu Qing of True Martial Sword Court!

He was comparable in status to the four pavilion masters of the Heart-Tempering Sword House. He was a core expert of True Martial Sword Court.

Moreover, he was a true Heavenly Monarch of the fifth of the Five Realms of Eternity, a proud expert standing at the pinnacle of the Eternal Dao, an expert second only to the Heavenly Sovereigns!

The strength of Heavenly Monarchs was highly variable, but Mu Qing, as a Heavenly Monarch of the Dao of the Sword, was naturally far beyond most others of the same level.

But much to Yang Lingxiao’s embarrassment, the Senior Mu he respected so much didn’t spare him so much as a single glance.

He just ignored him completely!

Still, Yang Lingxiao knew how to wipe off his face after someone spat on it. He instantly adjusted his mentality, moved further away, and watched quietly.

The way he saw it, now that Mu Qing was here, Su Xuanjun and Pu Xuan were finished! There was no way the Great Qin Empire’s capital would remain standing, either.

...

Emperor Qin Cangtu’s gaze was unprecedentedly solemn. He transmitted, “Prepare to receive Fellow Daoist Su! We might all die in battle, but we cannot sacrifice the character of the Great Qin!”

The others nodded. All of them realized that the situation had reached its most serious.

Su Xuanjun and Pu Xuan were fighting for the Great Qin Empire! As the imperial family, they naturally wouldn’t remain unmoved.

Even if they were moths to the flame or eggs flinging themselves against rocks, it didn’t matter. Even if they died in the end, they wanted to die fighting!

The Eternals of the other three factions all sighed in relief.

Today’s battle had been full of unexpected developments, with high highs and low lows. Wen Zhong’s death had shaken their will to fight, while Yang Lingxiao’s defeat had filled them with unease and the urge to retreat.

Yu Guangjun’s arrival and defeat had given them hope, then plunged them into despair once more. They’d all thought that the trend was no longer in their favor, and they were trying to figure out how best to retreat when Sword Monarch Mu Qing appeared!

They didn’t know who Mu Qing was, but they weren’t stupid. They could naturally tell that this was a powerful, terrifying expert.

After all, Yang Lingxiao had greeted him with the utmost respect, and he didn’t dare to show even the slightest sign of anger, even after Mu Qing blatantly ignored him.

All of this combined let the Eternals of the three factions of the Blue Peak Continent see the light of hope once more.

They were certain that “Su Xuanjun” was doomed, too!

“You needn’t draw your sword. I didn’t come here to help my martial nephew,” said Mu Qing, gazing at Pu Xuan over on the city walls.

“Oh,” said Pu Xuan, but he didn’t relax his grip on his hilt in the slightest. He could tell that Mu Qing was extraordinarily dangerous.

“Then what are you here for?” Su Yi finally asked. He was the calmest, most composed person here, as leisurely and relaxed as a cloud.

Mu Qing could tell that “Su Xuanjun” wasn’t faking it, either. He was really just that calm!

He clasped his fist in greeting. “This humble one is Mu Qing of True Martial Sword Court. I’ve come here to apologize!”

Apologize!?

Countless Eternals were overcome with shock.

“Apologize for what?” Su Yi asked with great interest.

Mu Qing sighed. “My martial nephew chose an inopportune moment to interfere. He just wanted to spar, but he nonetheless broke the rules of propriety and aided and abetted others' misdeeds. That was the first of our crimes.

“Second, as his Dao Protector, I was negligent. I should have kept my junior under control, but instead, I tacitly permitted his intervention. That was a crime, too.”

Pu Xuan couldn’t help but be surprised.

He’s obviously a powerful Heavenly Monarch of the Dao of the Sword. Why is he holding his nose and apologizing like this?

Both his words and his expression seem sincere, too. It doesn’t look like he’s been forced to act like this.

It was far too surprising. The others present were practically gobsmacked. They could never have anticipated this development, not even if you’d hit them over the head.

Even Yu Guangjun was stunned.

This is my iron-hearted, murderous martial uncle?

“And how do you plan to make amends?” asked Su Yi.

Mu Qing rose, then said in a voice like the clanging of a sword, “Only my sword can set your heart at ease!”

Yang Lingxiao looked stricken, while the hundred-plus Eternals’ hearts thudded in their chest. They realized that this didn’t bode well.

Some of the old-timers even turned to flee.

But it was too late.

Mu Qing swung his sleeve, and endless blue sword qi appeared in midair with Mu Qing at its center. It swept forth like a windstorm, blanketing the sky and blotting out the sun.

Wherever it passed, swords hummed, and sword qi fired in all directions. Nothing in its wake survived.

Wherever this all-encompassing windstorm of sword qi passed, Eternals were cut down like grass, their bodies and souls sliced into powder.

The windstorm collapsed moments later. All that remained were Eternal Sources hovering in midair.

Yang Lingxiao’s lapels were drenched in sweat, and his face was deathly pale as he clutched his shuttle-shaped talisman.

He’d come dangerously close to shattering it out of sheer panic.

Yu Guangjun pursed his lips, but he didn’t find this surprising. His martial uncle strove for a Dao of the Sword like a windstorm sweeping across the land, and he cut down his foes like grass!

Never mind the pathetically weak Eternals of the Blue Peak Continent; even experts of the same level in the top five continents were cautious of him.

Out of respect for the powerful, Divine Reverence Pavilion dared not rank Divine Monarchs.

However, they

had

commented on Mu Qing’s Dao of the Sword. They said his swordsmanship was as violent as turbulent waters and as fast and fierce as the wind. It was utterly destructive!

Over on the city walls, Pu Xuan loosened his grip on his sword and watched in silence as that windstorm swept across the battlefield.

He was pondering if he’d be able to outdo Mu Qing’s sharpness once he fully mastered his cultivation base and various powers.

Meanwhile, in the skies over the imperial palace, Qin Cangtu laughed bitterly and murmured, “We eked out humble existences for tens of thousands of years. Only now do we realize how vast the heavens really are!”

The other experts of the imperial family had complicated looks on their faces, and their hearts were heavy.

Their ranks included multiple Immeasurable Realm cultivators. Here in the Blue Peak Continent, they could freely look down on other cultivators.

But now, they realized that to these outsiders, they too were no more than ants.

Mu Qing had just created a windstorm of sword qi with a swing of his sleeves, reducing over one hundred Eternals of the continent’s top factions to powder!

With power like that, he could crush any expert or faction of the Blue Peak Continent with ease!

It was so astonishing that they’d need time to fully process it.

Su Yi was impressed, too. He thought back to the Heavenly Monarchs who’d appeared outside the God Domain.

Perhaps only someone like Mu Qing could represent the true capabilities of the experts of the Eternal Heavens Domain.

After all, the cultivation world of the Blue Peak Continent was far too weak, to the point that even their Immeasurable Realm experts were no match for juniors like Yang Lingxiao and Yu Guangjun.

“That boy is from the Heart-Tempering Sword House. He’s one of Jiang Wuchen’s subordinates. Might I be so bold as to ask what I should do with him?” asked Mu Qing.

Yang Lingxiao’s heart clenched, and his whole body tensed.

Su Yi responded with a question of his own. “Don’t tell me True Martial Sword Court dares not offend the Heart-Tempering Sword House?”

Mu Qing inclined his head. “I understand.”

But just as he was about to attack, Su Yi waved dismissively. “Spare him for now.”

He had a lot of questions about the Heart-Tempering Sword House.

“Very well,” said Mu Qing.

Yang Lingxiao’s close brush with death had left him drenched in cold sweat. He said solemnly, “Yu Guangjun wasn’t afraid to die. As a member of the Heart-Tempering Sword House, I’m not afraid either. Besides...”

But before he could finish, Su Yi said, “I know you have a hidden card, but there’s no reason not to tell you this. That Liang Shan guy had a hidden card, too, the avatar of a Sword Monarch who called himself Wu Qing. Can you guess how things ended for him?”

Yang Lingxiao looked stricken. He couldn’t help but ask, “What happened?”

Mu Qing narrowed his eyes.

Wu Qing was the Mountain Lord of Mount Heavenquench, one of the Heart-Tempering Sword House’s thirteen peaks. Mu Qing had naturally heard of him.

The old man was famous for his temper. His Dao of the Sword was extraordinarily fierce, too!

Su Yi didn’t answer. All he said was, “If you want to live, cooperate. I’ll naturally spare you.”

Yang Lingxiao’s face was ashen. “There’s no way I’ll betray my sect!”

Su Yi couldn’t help but laugh. “Who said anything about betraying them? Sit tight for now and clear your head. Sword cultivators ought to face death bravely, but that doesn’t mean they ought to be brainless.

Yang Lingxiao’s expression shifted erratically, and he said nothing.

Su Yi, however, was no longer paying attention to him. He looked at Mu Qing and furrowed his brow in confusion. “Sword cultivators respect strength above all else, and we compete to see whose sword is sharpest, so why would someone of your strength apologize to an Unfettered Realm cultivator like me?”