Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 238 - 119: You’ll Understand Eventually!

Chapter 238: Chapter 119: You’ll Understand Eventually!

"Brother... Brother Zhou Yan."

At this moment, the first one to speak was actually Xiao Linlin, the very person who had once decisively cut off all ties with Zhou Yan.

And it was also she who had called Zhou Yan useless before getting slapped by Xiao Zhan.

But now, when she saw Zhou Yan, she involuntarily took a step back, her eyes revealing a complex mixture of emotions.

"Brother Zhou Yan, it’s so good you’re alright—"

Xiao Chan’er suddenly became excited, rushing forward a few steps, but then her figure came to an abrupt stop the next moment. Her joyful expression quickly turned to one of desolation.

She couldn’t help but lower her head and silently retreated to her original position as if she had realized that the relationship with the other person was no longer that of brother and sister.

That relationship had already shattered a long time ago.

Zhou Yan didn’t even cast a glance at the two of them, walking indifferently to the side of his father and Xiao Zhan.

Now, seeing his father in such a state, Zhou Yan found that he no longer felt heartache, but only a sorrow that he could deeply empathize with.

Previously, facing Yanyan, if he could have his recovery, even acting as a dog for a strong person, he would have been willing.

But that strong person was also powerless, in this world, one could only rely on oneself.

Now, as for his father, wasn’t it the same? Living every day in self-blame, self-torture, completely falling into madness.

This world is cruel, and success cannot be achieved merely by effort alone. Effort is a necessary step towards success but is far from everything.

Zhou Yan could imagine his father might have practiced cultivation desperately, but was unable to master the Supreme Forget Love Swordsmanship, exhausting all efforts in vain, and hence becoming so crazed.

Such an epiphany, Zhou Yan understood, was as difficult as grasping the Twelve Forms Swordsmanship, a difficulty that could drive one to despair.

Zhou Yan wanted to speak, but as if something was blocking his throat, no word came out.

He took a deep look at the people around him, and everyone involuntarily took a step back under his gaze, not daring to meet his sharpness.

Zhou Yan bowed slightly, gently helping up his father Zhou Wangchen, who at that moment seemed stupefied, just staring blankly at Zhou Yan, with a look of complete bewilderment in his eyes.

"Yan’er..."

At this moment, Xiao Zhan’s voice was filled with bitter helplessness and trembling with indescribable shame and self-blame.

His daughter behaved like this, and he was ashamed to face Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan nodded as if to acknowledge, then turned to his father, ignoring everyone else, and said, "Father, I’m sorry for being late and letting you be humiliated. After today, such a thing will never happen again."

He spoke gently, as if he had no connection with the people of this world.

He stood in the tavern, like a crane among chickens, so out of place and conspicuous.

"Wow, so impressive! Do you still think you are the Emperor Qi Sword Body of the Sword Spirit Second Layer Heaven from before? Or that you are at your peak? Just like your father, you are now nothing more than a waste!"

"Right, just waste. Not to mention Brother Liu Yang, but I, Yun Kuang, can even slay you with a single sword!"

After the man in the purple clothes, Liu Yang, had spoken, the arrogant cultivator Yun Kuang, aiming to forge connections and curry favor with Liu Yang, chose this moment to stand against Zhou Yan.

At this time, Zhou Yan’s armored figure was still covered with the dirt of ruins, looking extremely ragged, clearly not any real powerful figure.

And so, Yun Kuang, taking the lead, stepped forward.

The word "waste" caused Zhou Wangchen, who had been quiet, to become restless again. He was about to shake off Zhou Yan’s support and argue with the others, but at that moment, a gentle strength, like a Clear Spring, suddenly flowed from Zhou Yan’s palm into Zhou Wangchen’s body, calming him down once more.

In his bewildered gaze, a hint of spiritual luster seemed to emerge.

Having calmed his father, Zhou Yan calmly looked up, his indifferent gaze staring at this cultivator of the Sword Soul Realm, as if looking at a dead man.

"How so? You think you have a way out in front of a Void Three Realm expert?" Yun Kuang mocked, then abruptly made his move, his hand deriving a powerful Sword Soul, pressing down on Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan was once the top cultivator, who had overwhelmed Ji TaiXu and slain Ji Taiyuan, his name as a genius had been long celebrated.

If today he could trample Zhou Yan, Yun Kuang was sure to become famous across the world.

Yun Kuang thought this, and imagining Zhou Yan’s pitiful state when facing his attack, even possibly spitting blood after one strike, felt even more pleased.

However, when his scornful and arrogant eyes met Zhou Yan’s at that moment, Yun Kuang saw a scene he would never be able to forget for the rest of his life.

In those deep abyss-like black eyes, it was as if a world was undergoing destruction, suddenly giving birth to two horrifying Sword Spirits.

One of these Sword Spirits was a Gray Dragon, a terrifying azure-colored dragon whose roar seemed like it could Suppress Kill millions of miles of Sword Souls.

The other was a white tiger as large as an elephant, with even wings born on its body. Flapping its fleshly wings, the heaven and earth shattered, the space-time collapsed.

A dragon and a tiger, two ancient Divine Beast Sword Spirits, actually manifested in Zhou Yan’s eyes.

At this moment, not only did Yun Kuang see it, but Liu Yang standing beside Yun Kuang saw it as well.

Even some cultivators facing Zhou Yan saw the Sword Spirits materialize in Zhou Yan’s eyes, and thus, these cultivators all revealed expressions of shock and fear.

They suddenly realized a type of fear originating from their souls, a fear that was amplified countless times in an instant.

Ultimately, when they suddenly felt the realistic pressure of death bearing down on them, they still couldn’t shift their gaze away, still staring fixedly into Zhou Yan’s eyes.

In Zhou Yan’s eyes, the two Sword Spirits suddenly collapsed and destroyed in an explosion-like manner.

Afterward, everyone who had been looking into Zhou Yan’s eyes, at this instant, found the Sword Spirits or Sword Souls within them exploding involuntarily!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The bodies of the powerful cultivators that appeared one after another exploded like nuclear bombs, completely leveling thousands of kilometers around the tavern to ruins.

Endless dust flew into the sky, and a blood rain mixed with severed heads, gory flesh, and stone fragments splattered everywhere.

In the tavern, except for Xiao Linlin and Xiao Chan’er, who were standing not far from Xiao Zhan, as well as Zhou Wangchen and Xiao Zhan beside Zhou Yan, everyone else... had all died.

Within thousands of kilometers, not a single person survived.

Zhou Yan’s gaze slightly retracted, then returned to calm, as if a sharp and outstanding youth had transformed into an ordinary young man with white hair.

From beginning to end, he did not let any energy aura spill out; his demeanor changed only a bit when opening his eyes to look at Yun Kuang, becoming a bit more fierce, with no other changes.

In the distance, within the void where cultivators like Wang Ze stood, their faces turned ashen. This... this area of thousands of kilometers was inexplicably flattened; such an unpredictable ability, he simply dared not even imagine.

Beside him, someone with a mocking expression, wanting to see Wang Ze’s misfortune, found their smirk freeze upon witnessing this sudden turn of events.

After a long while, that cultivator’s face twitched a few times before he barely managed to recover to normal. Then, with a forced smile, he apologized, "Brother Wang, gratitude of such magnitude goes without saying. Earlier, I was ignorant."

"Mr. Guan, there’s no need for that. In truth, danger can come unannounced, and no one knows what will happen. I did what I did as a precaution."

Wang Ze sighed.

"Indeed, isn’t the path of a cultivator always one of caution? With our ability, having barely returned alive from the City of No Tears, let’s not get involved in the strife of spiritualist-level geniuses anymore. This Zhou Yan... even if his strength is completely ruined, it seems he can still kill us as easily as squashing an ant!"

Another cultivator in green clothes couldn’t help but lament.

"Of course, a dying camel is bigger than a horse, Zhou Yan has Ancestor Blood, and in that desperate situation two days ago, he would naturally use everything at his disposal to survive until the last breath."

"With his character, it’s quite easy to guess. Cloud Sky Spirit said so much to provoke him; he would either die or make sure to appear here today by any means necessary."

"We better leave this place of trouble as soon as possible."

...

Those cultivators spoke softly, yet Zhou Yan’s sensing did not miss their words.

He suddenly realized that his character seemed to be thoroughly understood by all of his enemies.

They knew if he wasn’t dead, he would surely appear here and also knew that just a few things or people that could restrain him placed here would surely lead him into their trap.

Zhou Yan thought as he looked up towards some spectators standing in the distant void.

After his gaze passed over them, the quiet but intense voices suddenly disappeared.

The plump cultivator respectfully bowed to him and then ran off without another word.

Zhou Yan withdrew his gaze, continuing to support his father, Zhou Wangchen, saying, "Father, Uncle Xiao Zhan, let’s go."

His voice was somewhat low and a bit hoarse, as if the aftereffects of shouting in the Purple Flame Void had also affected his physical body.

Thus, his profound voice seemed utterly mismatched with his young body.

"Alright."

Xiao Zhan, with tears streaming down his face, held them back without letting them fall.

Not far from him, Xiao Linlin and Xiao Chan’er just stood there blankly, each with a pale face, trembling bodies, as if they could not believe such a scene had occurred.

"Zhou Yan... Brother, I’m sorry, I know you hate me, but you will understand in the future!"

"Zhou Yan, you know, you’ve disrupted a tremendous—"

"Linlin, stop talking!"

Xiao Chan’er suddenly interrupted Xiao Linlin.