TSFLIP Chapter 389

“One day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father. In my heart, Master has always been my Master.”

“You truly are a good child…” The old man seemed comforted. “But unfortunately, you’re also a child who is far too rigid.”

Fang Yue didn’t understand. “Master?”

A sharp sword pierced through his chest, followed by the soft sound of blood dripping onto the ground.

Feng Guang, unable to see what was happening, widened her eyes and covered her mouth as if she had lost her voice.

“Master… Master…” Fang Yue’s voice trembled with disbelief, weak, as though he could vanish at any moment.

The old man spoke with sorrow, “You were indeed my most cherished disciple… but, regrettably, you were also the one I feared the most.”

To call it fear—perhaps jealousy would be more accurate.

Jealous of what?

His talent surpassed his own. His strength surpassed his own. His reputation… was even greater than his own.

And so, the old man was consumed by his inner demons.

“If you return to Xuanmen with me, I could simply imprison you on the Cliff of Reflection. At least you would still be alive. But alas…” It was the third time he had uttered the word “alas.”

“Fang Yue… Fang Yue!”

A clear, feminine voice rang out. Yimu Daoren glanced at the dying man on the ground. Unlike the demon, he knew exactly how to deliver a fatal strike. “There’s still someone else here?”

No matter who it was—anyone who had witnessed this scene could not be allowed to live.

Fang Yue’s fingers twitched slightly. He weakly turned his gaze to the Cold Abyss Sword lying beside him and murmured, “Feng Guang…”

“Fang Yue, don’t you dare die!”

“A voice… from the sword? Hm? A sword spirit?” Since ancient times, divine weapons were known to develop spirits of their own. It wasn’t surprising for a sword to house a spirit.

Yimu Daoren stepped forward, picked up the Cold Abyss Sword, and suddenly, a brilliant light burst forth from the blade, blindingly bright. He lifted his sleeve to shield his eyes. When the light faded, a beautiful young girl had appeared.

Before he could even question it, the girl drew another Cold Abyss Sword and charged straight at him. “You old bastard, die!”

Yimu Daoren quickly dodged her strike, blocking with his sword. He nodded in appreciation. “Not bad, little girl. Your foundation is solid.”

“To hell with your ‘little girl’ nonsense! If you dare to harm him, I’ll kill you!” Feng Guang, missing her first strike, swung her sword again and unleashed a relentless flurry of attacks.

Though Yimu Daoren was the head of Xuanmen and a formidable cultivator, this wild girl’s swordplay was utterly unpredictable. Worse still, after each attack, she would swiftly cast powerful spells without hesitation. At his age, he was beginning to feel the strain.

Their battle was fierce—bolts of lightning, bursts of fire, a dazzling spectacle. A true clash of immortals.

As Yimu Daoren pondered how to defeat her, Feng Guang suddenly glanced at the wounded man on the ground. She gritted her teeth, unleashed a powerful slash of sword energy, forcing Yimu to retreat, and then spun toward Fang Yue. In a flash, she threw out a talisman.

A brilliant light enveloped them both.

In the blink of an eye, they vanished.

Yimu Daoren watched as the last embers of the burned talisman faded away. He recognized it immediately—a Thousand-Mile Divine Escape Charm, a technique only advanced disciples of Xuanmen could use.

His suspicion deepened. Who exactly was that girl?

No matter who she was, she could not be allowed to live.

Night fell over a tranquil riverside town.

A flash of light illuminated the empty street, and suddenly, two figures appeared.

The landing location of the Thousand-Mile Divine Escape Charm was random, but it was undoubtedly an excellent tool for fleeing.

Having learned from the incident at the Demon-Sealing Pagoda, Feng Guang had spent half a day meticulously preparing it in advance.