I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 1016 - 310 Cliff Burial
Chapter 1016: Chapter 310: Cliff Burial
Chapter 1016 -310: Cliff Burial
Disturbed by the matter with Wang Chan, Elder Xu of the Xu Clan eventually lost the mood to participate in the Mengxia Festival of the Leap Month, and Ji Fu timely extended an invitation, “The Lingxiao Sect has a swordsmanship master, Ling Su, who serendipitously enlightened himself on the Heavenly Gang Sword Intent. After years of study, he has perfected it and would like my sworn brother to help with a review.”
Good swords, amor for beauty, and a passion for calligraphy and painting.
The Xu Clan walker, who had been wearing a worried look, couldn’t stay seated upon hearing this. He thought that since he couldn’t come up with a good reason to persuade Wang Chan on the spot, it would be better to follow Ji Fu and Tang Luo and keep an eye on them.
Without any hesitation, he accepted the invitation and went to the Lingxiao Sect with the three of them.
As a hidden sect with over a thousand years of legacy, Lingxiao Sect was once a branch of the Daoist tradition in ancient times. However, as the power of Daoism waned and its followers were slaughtered by demonic beasts, the once flourishing Daoist tradition crumbled and scattered across states in the world. Some traces could still be found, while others had disappeared without a trace.
The Lingxiao Sect was considered one of the relatively intact branches of the ancient Daoist tradition, preserving a complete lineage at least. Especially noteworthy was the sect’s fundamental technique, the Chongxiao Xuanling Scripture, which was a high-grade Earth Level technique. It encompassed killing techniques and secret arts comprehensively, particularly the Heavenly Gang Battle Qi nurtured by the Chongxiao Xuanling Scripture, which was an extremely potent and formidable Spiritual Power, not inferior to the Innate Sword Qi.
Naturally, a Sword Intent comprehended based on such ferocious Spiritual Power would be unmatched in forcefulness, and it was no wonder that Elder Xu, the successor of the holy land, was tempted.
Although Ling Su was over fifty years older than Elder Xu, in the realm of cultivation, one follows the accomplished as their teacher. Both were swordsmen with profound understanding of the sword path. Upon their first meeting, they connected like lightning meeting earthen fire, exhibiting a sense of regretting not having met sooner. Ji Fu and Tang Luo, unable to interject, sat with them for a while before silently leaving.
And so, Elder Xu settled in at Lingxiao Sect. Besides discussing the way of the sword daily with the Swordsman of the Lingxiao Sect, he also taught swordsmanship to the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect. It was only the several silver rings at his waist that teased him like hooks.
Finally, after staying in Lingxiao Sect for ten days, the Xu Clan’s swordsman couldn’t contain himself any longer and sought out Ji Fu saying, “Ahem… Big brother, these past few days have given me plenty of insights, and I now have considerable confidence in convincing Wang Chan.”
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“Oh?” Ji Fu raised an eyebrow without a hint of doubt and said bluntly, “If that is the case, big brother will stay here and wait for the good news from my sworn brother!”
Elder Xu was overjoyed at Ji Fu’s accommodating response, “Great!”
Just as he was about to turn and leave, he remembered his troublesome cousin and hurriedly turned back to add, “Big brother, please tell my cousin that I am leaving first. Until you hear from me, you all must not take action against Wang Chan!”
“Big brother can rest assured.”
Having obtained Ji Fu’s promise, Elder Xu descended the mountain in high spirits, switched to the clothing of the local people, glanced at the silver ornaments that had been polished to a shine, and excitedly flew towards Mt. Immortal Blue.
Only a true gentleman wouldn’t keep a woman, who is pining for him, waiting too long. How could he disappoint the oil lamps that were burned for him till dawn?
After flying with his sword for half a day, Elder Xu returned to the region of Mt. Immortal Blue. Recalling the simple folk and the evening of singing and dancing brought a sweet fragrance to the air. A foolish smile flitted across his face, and his heart grew even hotter.
After crossing over one more mountain, he would be at the familiar Zhaba Earth Stockade. Elder Xu was about to dissipate his flying light and enter the stockade on foot, but his sharp senses detected an unusual scent in the air.
The fresh air was now tainted with a faint whiff of blood and the stench of char, causing Elder Xu to pale. His flight accelerated and within a few breaths, he crested the large mountain, only to see the earth stockade unrecognizably devastated.
The sturdy watchtowers had been blown apart, leaving gaping holes, and beneath the scorched wood lay bodies indistinguishable in gender. The villagers’ severed heads had been piled high, a grim testament to the perpetrator’s martial prowess and tyranny.
Those corpses and severed heads, only ten days prior, had been living beings; now, they were but lifeless remains, and the thousand-year legacy of the earth stockade was reduced to ashes.
Elder Xu’s face was stormy as he descended into the ghastly remains of the stockade, his rage nearly erupting. Approaching the towering altar of skulls, the truly incensed swordsman of the Xu Clan summoned the Divine Sword.
Clenching the Emperor’s Void Phoenix Divine Sword, its golden light flickering uncertainly, Elder Xu walked up to the altar, facing the restless heads, and gritted his teeth, “Elder Xu swears here that no matter who committed such an act, I will make them pay the price, and I will not rest until it is done!”
The oath of a swordsman is never taken lightly, especially not by Elder Xu, who had built deep bonds with these earth people.
It took Elder Xu two days to place the three thousand nine hundred and twenty-four bodies into the mountain caves on the north side of Mt. Immortal Blue.
In the customs of the earth stockade, cliff burial was the most solemn practice. Usually reserved for long-lived elders, their children would carry their remains to a pre-appointed high mountain cave according to the deceased’s wishes, then block the cave entrance with large stones. Some villagers would even choose to enter a secret cave to await death.
Perhaps it never occurred to them that their stockade could be wiped out; hence, only a few empty cliffs holes were available behind Mt. Immortal Blue. The rest were hastily excavated by Elder Xu.
After laying the final body to rest, Elder Xu collapsed at the cliff’s edge and pulled out a few silver rings, attempting to slip them onto his fingers.
Elder Xu, expressionless, removed his earth garment, folded it neatly, and placed it before the mountain wall. As he gazed at the neatly arranged tomb caves on the cliff, the faces of the earth people appeared before his eyes.
The world often claimed that the earth people were ignorant and uncivilized, but Elder Xu, who had lived among them, knew this was just prejudice. They were forthright and simple by nature, innately good and optimistic. Even in the barren Mt. Immortal Blue, they had an attitude of contentment in life.
Apart from language barriers, the earth people here were a hundred times more sincere than the self-proclaimed civilized scholars of Zhongzhou, and their clothing and woodwork rivaled works of art.
It was such an idyllic place, a stockade with a thousand years of heritage, that had turned into ruins in the blink of an eye.
Elder Xu couldn’t help but recall a saying from a Sword Master of the Xu Clan, “The sword is a weapon of destruction, to be used only when necessary!”
Destruction was all too easy for the powerful; perhaps this was why the sacred lands and kings were established.
Trying to slip the several rings from his waist onto his fingers, he found, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t fit the girl’s rings on his finger. He had no choice but to draw a long sword, untie the binding (the leather cord tied to the hilt, usually made from the sinew of a fierce animal), and thread all the rings together, hanging them around his neck and tucking them inside his collar.
“I’m leaving!”, said Elder Xu, his voice soft as he hung the rings and spoke to the cliff, “Don’t worry, I remember everything you taught me.”
