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80: Chapter 78: Gods and Buddhas Scatter (Request for Subscription and Monthly Ticket) 80: Chapter 78: Gods and Buddhas Scatter (Request for Subscription and Monthly Ticket) “This strike truly deserved to be called as swift as lightning, as mighty as dragons and tigers,” lamented the fact that this strike ultimately failed to claim the opponent’s life directly.

Several elders from the Cui Family serving as witnesses were not there just to make up the numbers; each one was at the Ninth Layer of the Mystical Gate.

How could they allow a young man to suddenly rise up and kill a clansman in front of them?

“Bang!” Numerous fists and palms struck almost simultaneously on the side of the saber.

Against everyone’s expectations, this level of overpowering, which was like an adult hitting a child, resulted in all those people simultaneously striking the saber—yet they were the ones repelled and sent staggering back.

The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow’s own repulsion!

You mere mortals also want to touch me!

A group of Cui Family elders fell back in shock, with someone being pushed against the bronze hall’s wall by the rebound force.

However, their force had still skewed the trajectory of the saber, which barely brushed past the young man’s clothing.

He instinctively jumped back, his whole body sweating coldly as he narrowly avoided this deadly strike.

“Zhao Changhe!” The man jumped out of the hall in a furious rage, pointing angrily, “Are you conspiring with your two brothers-in-law, framing and killing at will, stirring troubled waters?”

“What happened?” Outside, countless people surged about in confusion, “Why did they suddenly start fighting?”

Cui Wenjue emerged from the crowd, supporting the young man, and coldly asked the people inside the hall, “Elder brother, what is this about?

Is this about identifying traitors in Qinghe, or is the Dragon Sparrow showing off its might?”

This was his son, Cui Yuanteng.

Cui Wenjing stopped the elders inside the hall who had been sent flying into the wall from continuing their assault on Zhao Changhe and looked at Zhao Changhe and his daughter, who was somewhat at a loss, with a strange expression.

This turn of events had also been unexpected for him; this time, he had genuinely only intended to let Zhao Changhe discreetly test the affinity of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow and hadn’t planned for Zhao Changhe to get involved with the affairs of the Cui Family.

The showing off of the Dragon Sparrow was not something that could be predicted.

But how to put it…

this unexpected twist seemed to have a better outcome than what he had initially planned.

He calmly emerged with his sword, saying lightly, “I must first apologize to all our clansmen; I deceived you earlier.”

The crowd was stirred.

Several elders said, “Wen Jing, please clarify further.”

Cui Wenjing said, “The sword, after all, is an inanimate object, and relying on it to distinguish evil spirits could indeed lead to sudden violence and killing due to other matters.

We are all family; how could I bear it?”

An elder muttered with annoyance, “Then Wen Jing having everyone test it, wasn’t that just for amusement?”

“In the dark hall, the scabbard also black, the younger ones with shallow cultivation could not distinguish that I had previously smeared something subtle on the scabbard.

Those without guilt would naturally touch the sword and inevitably get it on their hands.

Those with guilty consciences might protect their hands with Inner Strength, seeming to touch the sword but actually not daring to.”

Cui Wenjing smiled slightly, “This is the true strategy of identification, actually recorded in the history of the epochs, not of my own invention.”

Damn…

Zhao Changhe was shocked.

Many might know this historical reference, and he knew too, but he had never thought of this trick.

Now he strongly suspected that all of this was orchestrated just to expose issues with the Qinghe Sword.

It resulted in his father-in-law never planning to rely on any fantastical method of identification from the start; even if there were issues with the sword, they could be legitimately covered up by him, with no one suspecting a thing.

In fact, Cui Wenjing himself proposing to use the Qinghe Sword for identification was to create this scene, openly proving to some doubters: the Qinghe Sword has no issues, I dare let everyone touch it, and I dare to stand before everyone with it, silencing any doubts.

This was the main reason behind the series of actions, and finding the real culprit was just a secondary meaning.

You are so awesome, how can your daughter be so naive…

yet so endearing.

The murmuring gradually subsided; everyone understood Cui Wenjing’s intent, this trick was indeed very effective…

Cui Wenjing chuckled looking around, “Everyone understands, right?

Then it’s simple.

Now everyone open your hands, let everyone see, how is the palm of your hand?”

Cui Yuan Yong and Cui Yuancheng immediately stretched out their hands, and as people leaned in to look, indeed their palms were somewhat blackened, unclear what substance had been applied.

Other young participants who had undergone the test also glanced at each other and then unfolded their hands—all of them were blackened to varying extents, but it was evident they had all touched it.

Cui Wenjing finally looked at Cui Yuanteng standing beside Cui Wenjue, smiling, “Nephew, it’s your turn.”

Cui Yuanteng’s face turned somewhat pale, and he subconsciously hid his hands behind his back, shrinking a bit towards his father.

Everyone’s gaze changed, this single action alone spoke volumes.

Cui Yuanteng stammered, “I-I didn’t get a chance to touch the sword before Zhao Changhe attacked with his saber; they did it on purpose, yes, on purpose, to prevent me from touching the sword!”

Cui Wenjing smiled, and several family elders around him shook their heads.

They had blocked Zhao Changhe’s saber strike to save Cui Yuanteng, merely helping a clansman in need, but not necessarily blindly siding with Cui Yuanteng.

An elder sighed, “I witnessed it all, Cui Yuanteng was clearly groping the sword, even seemingly boldly touching it several times, but in fact, he was enveloped in Inner Strength, never touching it at all.”

It seemed everything was now clear.

Cui Wenjue’s face turned unpleasant as he slowly said, “Elder brother’s scheme seems reasonable, but is still somewhat biased.

Yuanteng has been a bit unruly since childhood, engaged in bullying men and dominating women, might be guilty, and dares not withstand the judgment of the Divine Sword, that’s not strange, how could one rashly determine this is an act of fratricide?”

Cui Wenjing countered, “That’s a fair point, then why would Yuanteng, unrelated and unoffended by Zhao Changhe, show killing intent, provoking the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow’s retaliation?”

Cui Yuanteng stubbornly said, “I can’t stand him climbing Hidden Dragon Rank Eighty-Eight, nor can I stand a bandit seeking to feast on swan meat, is that not okay!

There are many who dislike him, what does it signify?”

Actually, everyone watching knew, the situation was already quite evident.

But the other party insisted on sophistry, making it tough to hammer them down, since there was no solid, conclusive evidence unless the party was sentenced for a strict interrogation.

However, Cui Wenjue was no ordinary man, being the second in command of the Cui family and the Prefectural Governor of Qinghe County, with extensive ties.

With so many of his own people in the family and intricate connections even up to the Imperial Court, if he wanted to strongly argue his case, how could this matter be smoothly resolved?

Everyone looked at Cui Wenjing, waiting for him to speak, to see whether he would decide to start a civil war.

Cui Wenjing smiled faintly and surprisingly asked, “Changhe, you are the person involved, what do you think?”

“Family disputes, really just ceaseless bickering.” Laughter came from the entrance of the bronze hall; Zhao Changhe carried his broadsword on his shoulder and stepped forward, “Asking my opinion?

Don’t care what the reason is, the hostility came at me, how can I deny it?”

Cui Yuanteng sneered, “So what?”

“I’m not the one investigating who the infiltrator within the Cui Family is, and I don’t have to care.

Now that you want to kill me, this is a personal matter between you and me!

If you are a man, come out from behind your father’s backside and fight me fairly!

The Cui family’s martial arts have been passed down through generations, surely you aren’t lacking this bit of courage?”

Cui Yuanteng’s eyes were filled with hatred as he scoffed, “Relying on the power of the Great Xia’s Divine Dragon Sparrow Artifact, what kind of hero does that make you?

Without this saber, just with you, this bandit type?

Hidden Dragon 88, what a joke!”

“Oh?” Zhao Changhe burst into laughter and with a clang, placed the Dragon Sparrow Sword into the ground, taking off the waist saber that Cui Yuanyang had chosen for him earlier, “Using the Dragon Sparrow to kill you would indeed sully the precious blade!

Come on, let me see, how do you aristocratic scions compare to bandits!”

Just when it seemed like it was turning into a farce, catching the Cui family’s infiltrator turned into a contest of young men fighting fiercely.

Everybody turned to look at Cui Wenjing.

He chuckled, “Changhe is the person involved, it isn’t unrelated after all.

It won’t take too much time, consider it a break for everyone, just watch.

What do you say, Wenjue?”

Cui Wenjue, with no expression, responded, “Since elder brother has said as much, if this man dies by Yuanteng’s hand, Yangyang better not make a fuss.”

Cui Yuanyang glanced at his uncle, then turned his head to look at Cui Yuanteng, uttering not a word.

Cui Yuanteng was at the Fourth Layer of the Mystical Gate; Zhao brother had just broken through to the Fourth Layer an hour ago…

Cui Yuanteng’s skills were all high-level techniques from the Cui Family, theoretically, without the Dragon Sparrow, Zhao Changhe wouldn’t stand a chance against Cui Yuanteng.

However, the look Cui Yuanyang gave Cui Yuanteng was already like staring at a dead man.

She had seen everyone’s combat capabilities, and it wasn’t even close.

Even before breaking through, Zhao brother probably wouldn’t have much trouble chopping down Cui Yuanteng, let alone now, it was akin to killing a chicken.

Unconsciously, space cleared in the field; Zhao Changhe stood relaxed by the Dragon Sparrow Saber.

Cui Yuanteng drew his sword, his expression intensely ferocious.

If it weren’t for this bandit, it wouldn’t have come to this!

The more he thought, the angrier he became, and with a furious shout, he took the initiative to strike!

A sword light spread out like the Qinghe under the moon, winding and traversing mountains.

“Mountains cannot block the view; they invariably flow east.” An elder murmured, “Yuanteng’s sword, shrouded in clouds and mist, ever-changing, has mastered three of its elements…”

He didn’t even finish his last word “flavors”, his expression suddenly changed.

“Clang!” The saber was drawn.

As he drew his saber, he was almost immediately at Cui Yuanteng’s forehead, as if his roundabout strike delivered his head for chopping.

“What a swift saber!”

No matter the variety of your changes, no matter the mountain blocking the flowing waters…

I’ll just chop with one strike, even if the green mountain blocks my path, I’ll split it in two!

Cui Yuanteng scrambled awkwardly to change his move in defense, with a clang, his sword nearly broke, stumbling backward.

From the front came a loud noise, and from both sides, people shouted, “Yuanteng, be careful!”

As they shouted, Cui Wenjue had already suddenly moved, attempting to assist.

Cui Wenjing, prepared, held his sword in front of him with a smile, “It’s a young man’s play, why such panic, Wenjue?”

On the other side, as Cui Yuanteng staggered back, he looked up.

A majestic body, like a god or demon, descended from the sky, holding the Blood Moon, eyes like blood lights.

All gods dispelled!

Having looked up just then, Cui Yuanteng felt boundless fear rising from within.

His limbs went soft, truly feeling that no god or Buddha he could be would withstand such a demon saber that slaughtered gods and eliminated Buddhas!

Perfectly timed, a fierce shout reached his ears, “When you were killing Yuanyang, did you ever think of this day!”

Cui Yuanteng, scared out of his wits, yelled, “She didn’t die either!

Don’t kill me!”

The room fell silent.

Cui Wenjue, stopped by Cui Wenjing, had an ashen face.

The Blood Moon retracted, the saber light dissipated.

The cold blade rested on Cui Yuanteng’s neck, and beside him, Zhao Changhe mockingly said with a smirk, “Aristocratic scion, that’s all.

Beating a waste like you doesn’t even qualify me for the Chaotic World Book.”

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