Daoist Master of Qing Xuan

Chapter 339: The Brilliance of the Sword

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

White Moon Demon Clan was an ancient demonic clan. They were not demons who fought alone, they fought as a team. There were at least tens to hundreds of them in a group; they were born with great strength and supernatural powers. Most would even think of going against them in Xi Huang. During full moon, they would turn into a giant ape and massacre the living creatures around them.

Despite bearing striking resemblance to humans, they had an extra tail. They were not subject to the Lightning Trials of Transformation.

According to the oldest of legends, humans used to have tails and the blood coursing through humans’ veins were the same as that of the White Moon Demon Clan. Though as time passed, the bloodline was diluted. However, humans would still feel strange emotions during full moon. Perhaps, this was the effect of the bloodline.

The White Moon Demon Clan was scary because of the thin streak of blood between their brows. It seemed like a human eye that was closed. This was a characteristic exhibited by only the king of the White Moon Demon Clan.

Suddenly, she recalled that Chen Jianmei had killed countless demons and monsters in Xi Huang, and one of them was the King of White Moon Demon Clan.

Every King of the White Moon Demon Clan had at least reached the state of Huandan.

Those with talents could even cultivate up till the state of an immortal Zhenren. They had even produced a supreme individual amongst the demons and monsters – Great Saint. The King of the White Moon Demon Clan who was killed by her Honored Master was close to being a holy deity and was absolutely terrifying.

That was one of the few times that her Honored Master got caught in a deadly battle. Fortunately, her Honored Master won in the battle. Ever since then, she felt that her Honored Master was not the same anymore. It was only until she met Uncle-Master Shen Lian that she realized that what she noticed was the vital force of a celestial.

However, her Uncle-Master was in Celestialism, and her Master was still one step away from it.

This King of the White Moon Demon Clan had probably come to seek revenge.

He opened his mouth and spoke, “Woman, tell me how badly injured Chen Jianmei is. I shall spare your life.”

The person’s words confirmed her suspicion.

She was afraid, but she thought of Shen Lian and his jade-like features. She recalled how calm and collected he was and was able to calm herself down.

“If anyone tries to stop you on your journey, do not fret. Just kill the person with the aid of the sword talisman.” The gentle words of the Uncle-Master started coming back to her.

A sword talisman appeared in her hands, and she could feel the power rushing into her body. She felt invincible and confident. At this moment, she remembered the countless nights her Honored Master spent eradicating the demons. His impressive swordcraft, his proud and lonely sword will, all of these memories were resurfacing.

The new King of the White Moon Demon Clan frowned. Five years ago, his father died under Chen Jianmei’s sword. Back then, he hid amongst his clansmen. The proud master celestial of sword came from the moon and fought against his father amidst the white clouds at the peak of the mountain.

That night, the Lord Father that he thought was invincible left him forever.

The scene that stuck with him was not the sight of his father beheaded by the sword gleam, or the dead silence as his head drew an arc in the sky. It was the calm look that Chen Jianmei gave him after he sheathed his sword.

Despite the distance, he could feel Chen Jianmei’s gaze.

It was as though Chen Jianmei was looking at trifle beings, and he was not the least bit bothered. Chen Jianmei’s gaze injured his ego.

He rushed past the clansmen who were protecting him, and shouted, “I will avenge my Lord Father’s death.”

However, Chen Jianmei was not bothered by his declaration at all, and did not so much as react to it.

He understood what Chen Jianmei meant. The impressive master celestial of sword did not take him seriously, and it did not matter if he was the son of his enemy.

Following the death of the previous King of the White Moon Demon Clan, he was crowned as the new King and had received the inheritance of the clan. Just like his father, he improved tremendously in a short period of time and was able to reclaim the territories that had been previously invaded by other demon clans. This demonstrated the strength of the new King.

However, there was something bothering him – Chen Jianmei. Despite his strength, he knew that he was not as good as his father was, and his capability was beneath that of Chen Jianmei. He faced an intense fear in his heart. He was worried that even after he became as strong as his father was, he would attract Chen Jianmei’s attention and ended up dying like his father.

This became his nightmare, and his cultivation process had been sluggish ever since. There was once when he was fighting against another demon king, he purposely dragged the battle in spite of his stronger mana.

He felt uneasy. He dealt with this by massacring the normal demons and humans, hoping to calm his inner fear.

However, he knew that if he did not kill Chen Jianmei, he could never eradicate his fear.

A few days ago, he received news that Chen Jianmei had been defeated by someone who was more powerful than him, and had received fatal injuries.

However, he was still too afraid to act directly and did not go up the mountain.

Moreover, he knew that there were plenty of humans and demons hiding nearby, and none of them had gone up the Temple of Killings. This was so as no one could be sure about the extent of Chen Jianmei’s injuries.

All of them were waiting for a chance. They were waiting for a pioneer to find out more about the current situation.

However, he was not aware that for most of these humans and demons, Chen Jianmei was not their only concern. They were also concerned about the celestial school behind Chen Jianmei – Qing Xuan, and Chen Jianmei’s Junior Apprentice-Brother who was alleged to be stronger than him.

The woman who came from the Temple of Killings attracted a lot of attention the moment she left the temple, including his.

It was only after she had traveled some distance away from the mountain that he finally could not resist making a move.

However, the woman in front of him gave him a strange feeling. He could feel fear welling up in him.

It was not because she had broken through his killing vibes earlier.

Her vital force was similar to what he felt from Chen Jianmei back then – deep and terrifying.

However, he knew that she was no better than the countless demons that he had slayed in the past.

He was certain that he made a lapse in judgment due to his fear.

He was furious and wanted to take his rage out on her.

Immediately, he opened the thin streak of blood between his brows. A flash of blood-red gleam charged at Fang Yanying.

The flash of blood gleam had once severed a flying sword that had received hundreds over years of ceremonial cultivating from a cultivator. It was a flying sword forged out of cold iron of a thousand-year-old.

He aimed to severe her arm that was holding the sword talisman at high speed so that she would not be able to put up resistance.

The moment the blood gleam was activated, Fang Yanying was fearless. The sword talisman vibrated in her hand and turned into a flash of sword gleam.

The brilliance of the sword at that moment was indescribable, it even surpassed Fang Yanying’s imagination.

The sword gleam was akin to the majestic Milky Way that flowed endlessly.

Right from the moment that the sword aura was manifested, nothing in this world could stop it anymore.

The wilderness in front of her disappeared from her sight; she could no longer see the plants, the blood gleam, and the King of the White Moon Demon Clan. All she saw was a smooth field that refracted the last remaining ray of the setting sun.

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The entire area was wiped clean.

This was the work of the sword river originated from the sword talisman given to her by her Uncle-Master.

This was beyond the power of her Honored Master’s sword talisman.

Her face was full of disbelief as she stared at the sword talisman. Those who were secretly observing her retracted their gaze and left unnoticed. The sizzling sound in the air was the perfect evidence of their hurried escape.