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Chapter 451 - 8: Burning Away Sins, Knowing the Shallowness of the Martial World; The World is Vast, The Sword Madman Siming is Present_2

Chapter 451: Chapter 8: Burning Away Sins, Knowing the Shallowness of the Martial World; The World is Vast, The Sword Madman Siming is Present_2

Li Guanyi remained silent as he located the storeroom here, filled with silver coins, and then allowed each of the women to take as much as they could carry. Eventually, he stood before the mountain gate, watching over the branch of the Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect, the women now dressed in new clothes and carrying their belongings, standing behind the mountain gate.

Clutching his bow, Li Guanyi picked up the last arrow, its shaft swirling with Inner Qi.

He whispered softly,

"Qilin."

The Qilin huffed in annoyance, its long-tailed lion-cat tail swishing rapidly, as it pressed a paw down on his shoulder, resentfully communicating in his mind, "Do you think I’m a torch or something?"

"Again, Qilin, Qilin."

The young Taoist responded, "One chicken leg."

The long-haired cat perched on his shoulder flicked its tail, then licked its paw, "Three."

Li Guanyi said, "Two."

"Deal!"

The Qilin exhaled a burst of flames, igniting the Red Dragon Power within Li Guanyi’s Inner Qi, causing the arrow to ignite. Then, he shot it with the Xue Family’s Divine Shooter technique. The arrow traced a fiery streak across the sky, hitting the main hall of the branch temple that Li Guanyi had already doused in oil and sprinkled with Hou Zhongyu’s ignition powder.

In addition, he scattered flour throughout the hall’s interior, setting the stage for a dust explosion.

The fiery arrow fell.

Boom!!!

The Qilin Fire instantly exploded into a large fireball, and in the next moment, the intense blast wave blew the entire hall apart, almost toppling it. The Qilin Fire burned fiercely, quickly reducing the entire hall, along with the surrounding buildings and prisons, to ashes.

The women insisted on waiting until the place had burned to the ground, but fortunately, the Qilin Fire burned quickly.

The main hall of the Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect was soon reduced to ashes.

Under the Qilin’s control, the fire subsided, sparing the rest of the mountain from ignition.

Li Guanyi looked up at the sect’s placard.

On both sides were couplets painted with ink and highlighted with gold powder.

"Yin Yang Reincarnation, never extinguished."

"Heaven and man transform, the Undying."

Li Guanyi suddenly drew his pine pattern ancient sword, filled with Inner Qi. He swung twice, sending out Sword Qi like birds spreading their wings, slicing through the couplets. The young Taoist turned, and behind him the mountain gate’s placard, swept by Sword Qi, slowly collapsed and fell.

The Mystic Turtle Dharma Form wandered throughout the entire mountain gate.

It threw the sect’s entire Qi into disarray, thwarting any divination attempts.

The team of five from Divine Beast Manor completed the young Taoist’s orders.

They drove the wild beasts to make a commotion, sounding like a hundred people running in unison. Thereafter, however, there were no loud sounds of swords clashing or cries from an altercation, just a sudden surge of Jin Qi and buildings seemingly collapsing without knowing who won or lost.

In no time at all, there was a fire.

So, with a grit of their teeth, they picked up their weapons and went to check, figuring that at the very least, they could recover the young man’s body.

But upon arrival, they saw that the fire at the mountain gate had already died down.

The ashes had turned to white dust, blanketing the mountain top as far as the eye could see.

The young Taoist, leading the horses, carried several frail women on their backs down the mountain. Behind him, the mountain gate had turned to ashes, and the young man in his Taoist robe was only stained with blood, looking serene, far from resembling someone who had been through slaughter.

Killing, arson, scattering the ashes.

Shivering—

The team of five from Divine Beast Manor felt a chill run down their spines.

Still, they approached to help the women carry their items. As soon as they touched them, they realized it was silver, and their expressions changed. But after a moment of thought, they acquiesced without harboring any other thoughts.

Li Guanyi led the dozens of young women down the mountain.

Actually, the further they went, the more difficult the path became. The women could hardly wait to leave that place, but as they neared the town, they found it hard to move forward, seemingly fearful and hesitant.

It took a long time before they finally returned the women to their homes in the town.

Their relatives received them with tears in their eyes.

The most decisive among the women managed to persuade all the others to return before slowly making her way to her own home, having been abducted for several months. Yet the path back felt so familiar.

She couldn’t count how many times she had returned home in her imagination.

When she reached the big tree by her house, hearing the conversations inside the courtyard—the voices of children, the elderly, and men—she became entranced. It took her a while to decide whether to go in or turn back.

The man in the courtyard appeared to have newly injured his leg.

He was taking care of the children and four elderly people.

The children complained that today’s meal wasn’t very tasty. As they mused over it, they suddenly shouted,

"Mom!"

"It’s mom!"

The man’s body trembled at the sound. He looked up and saw his wife, weeping under the tree at the door. He stood up, took two steps forward with a limp, unaccustomed to the movement and almost fell.

He got up quickly, reaching out to pull his wife close.

His lips quivered, "You’re back?"

The woman couldn’t stop crying.

No one asked about their experiences on the mountain, how they survived, or why their relatives in town did not search for them desperately. In these chaotic times, survival was more important than anything else.

The man clung to her tightly, pulling her back to sit down, and then went back to fetch a bowl and a pair of chopsticks. He served her a full bowl of rice, saying, "Eat something."

"We have good food, with salt, oil, and meat."

"Don’t let it get cold."

The young Taoist, holding his sword, leaned against the wall, exhaling.

Having killed and saved lives, the turmoil in his heart still had not settled.

The Chi Xiao Sword was still howling within him.

Was it the sword howling? Or was his heart still restless?