Chapter 75: Ungrateful and Deserving Death! (Tenth Update)

“Never heard of Xuantian Temple? It seems the ungrateful one has a poor memory as well.”

Chen Yuan gently shook his head, looking at Qingyang the True Person with a faint smile.

The Legacy of Qingyang Palace in Linyuan City wasn’t particularly long, only about thirty years, and its Ancestral Master was none other than Qingyang the True Person before them.

In his youth, Qingyang the True Person was just a minor Daoist priest whose Master died early, leaving him to wander the Jianghu. While traveling through the Central Plains, he met Xuancheng the True Person, the successor of Xuantian Temple, and the two became close friends.

Xuantian Temple wasn’t a major branch of the Daoist sects, nor did it possess any Divine Artifacts, so it wasn’t included among the Four Great Daoist Courts.

However, Xuantian Temple was considered decent among the many Daoist branches, with some hidden Cultivation Techniques, though the entry threshold was high, resulting in few Disciples—only a handful each generation.

Later, Qingyang the True Person followed Xuancheng the True Person on his travels through the Central Plains. With Xuancheng’s help, he accumulated some resources and returned to his hometown, Linyuan City, where he established Qingyang Palace, laying its foundation.

Until over a decade ago, when Xuantian Temple was destroyed after being dragged into Jianghu conflicts, its Daoist lineage extinguished.

On his deathbed, Xuancheng the True Person, the head of Xuantian Temple, entrusted a portion of the yunling jade containing their Cultivation Techniques to his youngest Disciple, instructing him to seek refuge with his old friend in Linyuan City.

Who would have thought that Qingyang the True Person would be so greedy and ungrateful, coveting Xuantian Temple’s Legacy? He actually killed his old friend’s Disciple in an attempt to seize the Legacy for himself.

Unfortunately, he had overestimated himself.

The reason Xuantian Temple had so few members was precisely because its Cultivation Techniques were difficult to Master.

Over the years, Qingyang the True Person had continuously studied the techniques but only managed to learn some superficial Dual Cultivation methods.

However, in his haste for quick results, Qingyang the True Person twisted the Dual Cultivation Techniques into a form of energy absorption. While this could still enhance his cultivation, it led him down a wicked path, unfit for respectable society.

“Never heard of it means never heard of it. Lord Chen, please leave. As for right and wrong, I will explain it to Inspector Qi Yuanming in due time!”

Qingyang the True Person flicked his sleeve, his face already dark as water, while his heart raced wildly.

He didn’t understand how Chen Yuan could know about the events of that year. He had been extremely discreet; even his own Disciples were unaware of that past.

But handing over the yunling jade containing the techniques was even more impossible.

How could he surrender the techniques he had obtained by betraying his friend and killing his benefactor’s Disciple?

Moreover, if he handed them over, wouldn’t that prove he was the treacherous one?

“Back in my hometown, there’s a saying:’Since you’re already here, how can you leave empty-handed?'”

Chen Yuan shook his head with a smile.

The next moment, accompanied by a sharp clang of a blade, Azure Dragon Blood Drink was already unsheathed.

“Qingyang Palace resists the search; they must be hiding something. Act immediately, surround and suppress Qingyang Palace!”

As the words fell, a blade light wrapped in overwhelming Devilish Qi slashed down toward Qingyang the True Person.

Lu Wenxing and the other three Captains exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and led the remaining White Tiger Guards into action.

After all, Chen Yuan was the Garrison Commander; if the sky fell, he would be the one to hold it up.

Seeing Chen Yuan prepare to attack without a word, Qingyang the True Person instantly realized that Chen Yuan had no intention of following any rules!

“A mere Foundation Establishment Realm dares to be so arrogant? Do you really think I fear you? I was polite earlier only because you’re the Garrison Commander of the Town Martial Hall!”

Qingyang the True Person swung his horsetail whisk down. Empowered by True Qi, thousands of silver strands lashed out like a whip, sweeping toward Chen Yuan’s blade.

He had already decided to cripple Chen Yuan directly and then heavily bribe Inspector Qi Yuanming.

With Qi Yuanming mediating, not only could Qingyang Palace be saved, but Chen Tian would also face severe punishment.

But as soon as they clashed, Qingyang the True Person sensed something amiss.

Why was this guy’s power so immense? His foundation was incredibly deep—was this really a Foundation Establishment Realm Martial Artist?

The sharp, chilling blade Aura tore through the horsetail whisk, instantly scattering silver strands everywhere.

The fierce and domineering Devilish Qi even shredded Qingyang the True Person’s True Qi, sending a chill through him.

Qingyang the True Person roared, a slender longsword unsheathing from his sleeve. In an instant, sword shadows multiplied into thousands, sweeping toward Chen Yuan.

But Chen Yuan simply slashed down, a tidal wave of overwhelming Devilish Qi surging forth.

Under the Demon Blade Slash, the myriad sword shadows shattered instantly.

Then, with a flash of blade light—a fleeting glimpse—the sharp edge appeared right before Qingyang the True Person’s eyes the moment the blade howled!

What a fast blade!

Qingyang the True Person’s expression changed abruptly.

True Qi surged within him, a whistling sound of energy erupting around his body as he dodged with incredible speed, narrowly avoiding Chen Yuan’s slash.

The next moment, Qingyang the True Person pointed like a sword, True Qi erupting violently as a powerful finger force whistled toward Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan formed hand seals, Buddhist light blooming around him.

Immaculate Crystal, Vajra Indestructible!

The finger force struck Chen Yuan’s body, extinguishing part of the Buddhist light, yet it still couldn’t break through his defense.

“Even Xuantian Temple’s Xuantian Finger feels petty in your hands. These techniques are tarnished by you!”

Chen Yuan laughed loudly. The next moment, killing intent origin entered his body, and boundless Blood Fiend Force erupted instantly!

Sensing this overwhelmingly domineering power, Qingyang the True Person’s face paled.

The next moment, the sky-filling Blood Fiend Force fused with Devilish Qi. A single slash transformed into a boundless black-red abyss, devouring Qingyang the True Person.

Qingyang the True Person roared, nearly draining all the True Qi from his Dantian in an instant.

One finger struck down, True Qi and Dao essence stirring, yet it felt lacking in some essence.

Under Chen Yuan’s Blood Demon Devours the Sun, the power of this finger was directly devoured and shredded.

Qingyang the True Person retreated rapidly but was still pulled by the force of Blood Demon Devours the Sun. His wide Daoist robe tore, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The next moment, Qingyang the True Person suddenly looked ahead in horror.

Chen Yuan struck with a palm, condensing Blood Fiend, manifesting calamity. A massive palm imprint formed mid-air as Blood Slaughter Calamity Hand smashed down, its might nearly shattering all of Qingyang Palace!

Can’t block it!

Qingyang the True Person’s face was filled with terror.

“Don’t kill me! I’m willing to hand over the techniques! Everything in Qingyang Palace is at your disposal!”

But no matter how Qingyang the True Person pleaded, Chen Yuan’s palm still descended.

Qingyang the True Person roared, his lifeblood burning fiercely throughout his body.

Though he was no longer young, he had practiced Energy Absorption Techniques, so his lifeblood was robust and abundant, even more vigorous than younger Martial Artists of the same rank.

But under Blood Slaughter Calamity Hand, any power was extinguished by that terrifying calamity force.

Qingyang the True Person had never practiced Body Refining techniques. His entire body was flooded with the immense Blood Fiend Force, instantly blasted into a pile of minced meat!

Blood and fragments littered Qingyang Palace. The originally golden statue of the Daoist Ancestor was now stained with flesh and blood, taking on a sinister appearance.

An eerie silence fell over Qingyang Palace.

With their Master blasted apart by a single palm, the Daoist priests of Qingyang Palace were utterly terrified, losing all will to resist.

The White Tiger Guards of Linyuan City hadn’t expected their new Garrison Commander to be so terrifyingly powerful.

Qingyang the True Person was considered a top expert in the area around Linyuan City.

Yet, before Chen Yuan, he was utterly helpless, easily crushed, and finally blasted apart with a single palm.

Was this still the Foundation Establishment Realm? How could such power belong to the Foundation Establishment Realm?

But after the initial shock, the White Tiger Guards fought even more fiercely.

Chen Yuan had just taken office; they didn’t know his temperament or character.

But having a powerful superior was always a good thing—better than a weak, incompetent one.

After the shock, the Town Martial Hall’s side surged with momentum, almost completely overwhelming the opposition.

Half a quarter-hour later, any resisting Daoist priests of Qingyang Palace had been killed, while a few others obediently laid down their weapons and surrendered.

Among them was Qingyang the True Person’s Personal Disciple, the handsome young Daoist priest with red lips and white teeth.

“Sir, what should we do with these surrenders?”

Chen Yuan waved a hand casually. “Their Master is dead, yet instead of fighting to the death for revenge, they surrender willingly. What use are such ungrateful scum? Kill them.”

The young Daoist priest was stunned, struggling to say something, but a young White Tiger Guard behind him suddenly slashed down, severing his head.

Chen Yuan looked at the White Tiger Guard with interest. The young man was in his early twenties, with Early Stage Blood Moving Realm cultivation.

The moment Chen Yuan uttered “kill,” he had acted—such decisiveness instantly reminded Chen Yuan of Zhang Xiaoyi.

“What’s your name?”

The young White Tiger Guard wiped the blood splattered on his face, excitedly saying, “Subordinate Lu Li.”

Lu Wenxing beside him awkwardly smiled. “Sir, please excuse him. This is my son.”

“Your son is good, very good.”

Chen Yuan patted Lu Wenxing’s shoulder. “Start searching Qingyang Palace. Dig three feet deep; leave nothing untouched.”

Lu Wenxing felt complex emotions, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

His son gaining the superior’s favor was definitely a good thing.

But this superior was a bit mad. Bright and Valiant’s corpse was still lying in the Town Guard Headquarters of Linyuan City, and that matter wasn’t over yet.

For now, Lu Wenxing couldn’t think too much; he could only lead the search of Qingyang Palace.

But when they searched the rear halls of Qingyang Palace and saw the traces left in the rooms, the tools used for Bedroom Arts, and the records kept by Qingyang Palace’s Daoist priests, everyone present was shocked.

No wonder they said Qingyang Palace was effective for seeking children—it wasn’t the Daoist Ancestor who was effective, but these young Daoist priests.

Who knew how many families in Linyuan City over the years had children fathered by these Daoist priests of Qingyang Palace.

Now Lu Wenxing finally understood why Chen Yuan said the Daoist priests of Qingyang Palace deserved death.

These people truly deserved to die!

Daily, they preyed on the wives and young women of Linyuan City—if not nightly grooms, it was close enough.

At this thought, some White Tiger Guards’ eyes turned red with envy and jealousy.

Though these Daoist priests were dead, they had enjoyed so many years of pleasure—it was worth it.

Some White Tiger Guards, still displeased, added a few more slashes to the Daoist priests’ bodies, though the strikes were in rather tricky positions.