Light Fortress
Chapter 636 - 161 The Old Guy

Chapter 636: Chapter 161 The Old Guy

Sitting in the wheelchair, Gu Lushen pointed with his finger at the token in Gu Qilin’s palm.

That was the House Master Token.

Its greatest function, naturally, symbolized the position of the Family Head.

But on normal days... aside from the so-called symbolic meaning, this token no longer had any additional functions.

The Transcendents of the Gu Family wouldn’t show a phenomenon of recognizing only the token and not the person.

So... this token, in fact, was of no use.

Given Gu Qilin’s character, if he wasn’t thinking of leaving this token to the future Family Head, Gu Nanfeng, then even if he really threw it away during a moment of life and death crisis... he wouldn’t feel too heartbroken.

But just at this moment, Gu Lushen asked for it.

If Gu Lushen wanted it, he couldn’t give it.

The old man chuckled, his voice hoarse as he said, "If you want it, come and take it yourself."

Gu Lushen fell silent.

Snow dust rustled, shaking just as a ripple of spiritual power surged from afar, causing the towering trees to tremble with noise.

After this ripple passed.

Gu Lushen asked disappointedly, "Old fellow, must it be this way?"

This time, his choice of words had changed as well.

At the beginning, he addressed him as "old patriarch."

Now, it had become "old fellow."

The change in wording signified... a change in attitude.

He looked toward the old man gripping the broken blade in the distance.

And Gu Qilin, slowly raising his fractured blade crosswise in front of his chest, also made clear his own stance.

So... the answer was obvious.

There was only one possibility to take away this token.

Kill Gu Qilin.

"Boom..."

The deep roar of the wind echoed through the woods.

Gu Lushen grasped the handles of his wheelchair, and slowly from his seat, he began to stand up.

It was impossible to count how many years had passed; the image he presented to the world in these years... was sitting in this wheelchair, feigning the form of a disabled weakling, but many in Changye Snow Forbidden City knew that Gu Lushen could stand.

This was a cunning fox that was adept at showing weakness and enjoyed feigning vulnerability.

He could stand... there just wasn’t any need.

If sitting in a wheelchair, he could crush all enemies and lead the Gu Family New Faction to unbeatable victory, why should he need to stand?

Gu Lushen activated the power of the "Token."

The spiritual power gifted by the God of Wine, thin as it was, covered his attire, flowing and circling back like a layer of new robes, draping down... In the attempt to stand, his calves trembled continuously, but after the purple glow spread and reached the ground, all the trembling and discomfort vanished.

He became a "normal person."

"I didn’t want it to be this way,"

Gu Lushen said softly, "You could live, so why won’t you live?"

Gu Qilin took a deep breath.

The phantom of the Infinite Scale attached to the broken blade... Ghost Soul struggled and surged, imbuing this blade with a horrific power capable of cleaving the spirit!

Gu Lushen vanished in an instant, reappearing elsewhere.

Gu Qilin swung his blade towards the front.

The blade’s glow collided with the divine radiance... A burst of dazzling light-fire erupted amidst the Snow Forest.

The outcome of this moment held no suspense.

Gu Qilin was sent flying backwards once more.

Indeed, he had aged.

This era no longer belonged to him... The era that was Gu Qilin’s disappeared amidst the rumble of cannons in the North Continent, back when "Deep Sea" was still slumbering in the cradle of development, where heavy armored tanks were the ultimate weapon on the Emperor of Beizhou’s battlefield, and the "old fellow" with the blade in hand was the undisputed king of that battlefield.

Sixty years, over half a century had gone by.

His hair had turned grey.

The blade was also shattered.

The spiritual power of the Infinite Scale had plummeted from its peak; in his youth, he could unfurl a domain stretching hundreds of meters, but now, within the Disaster Realm, only a narrow aura remained, barely sufficient to cover his body.

"Boom..."

Within the dull heavy impact sound, the shattered blade traced an arc in the air, falling on the snowy ground, buried in the snow layer, with only half the hilt visible... not because the blade was sharp, but because the remaining blade had been completely shattered.

Gu Qilin struck heavily against a tree; the Family Head Token slipped from his grasp, falling into the snow dust...

Standing before him, Gu Lushen maintained the gesture of extending a palm.

Dozens of sharp broken blade pieces hovered in the air.

With but a thought, he could send these blade fragments... cutting into Gu Qilin’s body and nailing him to the tree.

But Gu Lushen didn’t do so.

Instead, he withdrew his hand, the fingers making a gentle hooking motion.

The suspended blade fragments rustled as they fell, silently sinking into the snow.

And that Family Head Mu Ling Token buried in the snow flew into his palm.

"You seem to think... I’m now the God of Wine’s lapdog,"

Gu Lushen stared intently at the disheveled old man, his eyes devoid of mockery or scorn, but very seriously he uttered those words.

Gu Qilin laughed.

He lifted his head to look at Gu Lushen, with a clear meaning in his eyes.

Was there even a need for such words?

"Am I truly so foolish in your eyes? Since you have already seen the existence of ’The Third Fire Seed,’ then you shouldn’t imagine me so lowly..."

Gu Lushen crouched down, the wooden Token of the Gu Family vibrating lightly in his hand.

Gu Qilin’s Spiritual Imprint was instantly erased.

He spoke faintly, "If there’s a chance to become a god, then who would willingly be a dog? At least, I wouldn’t."