TSFLIP Chapter 406

“Remorse…” Yimu chuckled lightly, rising from the prayer mat to face Fang Yue directly. “The one who should feel remorse is you, not me. You broke the seal of the Demon Suppression Tower and killed Elder Wanjian, and just for those two crimes alone, you should suffer the agony of the thunder strike. If I had known you were so filled with ambition back then, I never should have brought a half-human, half-demon like you into this sect.”

“What? Senior Brother is…?”

“A Ning still doesn’t know, does she?” Yimu looked at his young disciple with a gentle expression. “Chu Yu’s mother was a practitioner of the demonic path, and his father was just an ordinary human. After his mother had grown bored with the human world, she abandoned him and his father. Soon after, his father passed away, and after seeing Chu Yu leave with no one, I took him in and raised him as my eldest disciple. But the demonic blood still ran in his veins. He is nothing more than a white-eyed wolf who cannot be tamed.”

“Senior Brother… is what Master said true?”

Fang Yue didn’t answer his younger disciple’s question. His hand, resting at his side, clenched into a fist. It was true—he was half-human, half-demon—but over the years of self-cultivation, he had concealed the demonic energy within him very well. His mother was a demon who, while traveling in the human world, met his father. But demons were heartless creatures. When she grew bored, she left the human world, and his father, brokenhearted, turned to alcoholism. When drunk, he would often abuse his only son. This continued until Fang Yue was seven, when his father finally died. That was when Yimu noticed his talent and brought him to the Xuan Sect.

He had two names. Before entering the Xuan Sect, he was called Fang Yue. After joining, Yimu told him to forget his past and gave him the name Chu Yu.

That was why, when he first heard Feng Guang mention that her destined partner was named Chu Yu, he had been so shocked. At the time, however, he hadn’t yet fallen in love with her and had only thought about trying to convince her to abandon the idea.

Fang Yue coldly retorted, “So what if I’m half-human, half-demon? Compared to me, someone with a demonic bloodline, you, a pure human, are far more insidious and cruel.”

Yimu replied, “I have raised you with all my effort. Now, this is how you repay me?”

“The sword you stabbed into me, consider it a life debt to repay all these years of your kindness. But Elder Wanjian’s death needs justice.”

“Justice… is in the heart of man,” Yimu said with a compassionate and kind expression. In the eyes of others, he had always been a revered and respected figure.

Fang Yue drew out the Cold Abyss Sword. “Elder Wanjian should not have died in vain. Today, I will avenge him.”

“Senior Brother, don’t make a mistake again!”

A palm strike shot out, sending A Ning flying out of the fighting circle. Fang Yue’s Cold Abyss Sword collided with Yimu’s own Cold Abyss Sword. The clash of sword energy shook the air.

After twenty or so moves, Yimu began to sense something was off. His Cold Abyss Sword seemed to no longer respond to his commands. Though it still followed his movements, it couldn’t release even a tenth of its power. The sword recognized its true master—Fang Yue was the rightful owner.

Over the years, due to the inner demons that had plagued him, his cultivation had been slowly declining. Without the power of the divine sword, Yimu found himself being pushed back step by step under Fang Yue’s onslaught. He knew he couldn’t die here.

Seeing A Ning, who was anxiously watching from the side, unable to intervene, Yimu’s eyes shifted, turning a strange shade of green. A Ning froze when she saw his eyes, and by the time she came to her senses, she found herself in Yimu’s grasp, positioned in front of Fang Yue’s Cold Abyss Sword.

“Senior Brother…”

Fang Yue’s sword stopped just a few centimeters away from her.

Yimu shoved A Ning toward Fang Yue. Fang Yue had no choice but to retract his sword, or A Ning would have been pierced through. Just then, Yimu pushed A Ning aside and delivered a fiery palm strike with three streaks of true fire straight to Fang Yue’s chest.

Fang Yue raised his sword. Yimu didn’t expect him to have the strength to counterattack. He couldn’t dodge in time, and his hand was severed. The old man screamed in pain.

Fang Yue stepped back, his hand pressed to his chest where the fiery palm had struck, spitting out blood.

At that moment, all the Xuan Sect disciples surrounded them. Although Yimu was in great pain, he thought the situation was now in his favor. Fang Yue could only die here. But then, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, the roof of Mingyin Temple was shattered, and a young woman dressed in red descended from the night sky. Seeing the injured man, a look of anger and disappointment twisted her beautiful face. Anyone could see that her mood was far from good.

But Fang Yue was stunned, his eyes fixed on her bulging belly.