Chapter 411: To Find Some Manner of Fault
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Jun Moyan understood Yun Yang’s current state of emotions very well. He waited in silence for a moment and said, "If you don’t collect yourself, you might have to stay behind here too."
Yun Yang stood up stoically and said faintly, "I still have a lot of things to do. No one can keep me here – no one!"
He took out a mystical beast tendon from the storage ring, wrapping Old Dugu’s body with the sheets on the bed before securing it with the tendon.
His actions were delicate and careful; any stronger and he would cause his father pain.
Jun Moyan watched him and said softly, "My advice for you is to give up! If you want to take his body away so brazenly, you won’t be able to step out of Zilong City!"
Yun Yang ignored him, tying Old Dugu’s body one round after another and hoisted him onto his back securely. He said coldly, "I have never done anything impulsive before in my life. For so long, I’ve always made my move only after contemplating it for ages. Even when I felt the urge to be reckless, I would stop myself. This time, I don’t wish to suppress this impulse."
"I want to be reckless for once, to risk everything!" Yun Yang said quietly, "This is all for Old Dugu."
"I have to do this!"
"Although he’d rather die than for me to do this, I have to!"
Flames seemed to flicker in Yun Yang’s eyes.
"It’s a regret that I can’t help you." Jun Moyan said, "I’m very sorry. I can only leave a step earlier when you step out of this room. I can do nothing better than be on the fence in this."
Yun Yang replied nonchalantly, "You have done more than enough. Thank you very much. If we meet again in the future, I will repay your kindness."
A ghost of a smile appeared on Jun Moyan’s ice sculpture of a face as he answered, "There is no need. I won’t help you, but I’ll still complete the request from the Medallion of Gratitude."
He then turned to leave, exiting the place a step earlier than Yun Yang.
The moment Jun Moyan turned, a burst of mist erupted from his eyes before they vanished in entirety. The tears that had just formed were evaporated by mystical Qi.
"Old brother, you have passed on."
Jun Moyan’s expression was still icy and stoic, but he said quietly in his heart, "Allow me to send you off this time."
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Lan Wuxin and crowd were anxiously waiting out. They had seen Jun Moyan coming out and going in during the waiting period, but who dared go forth to question him?
Anyone could see that the man was in a bad mood, a terrible one. If they were to get killed just for asking about the progress, it would be a terrible way to die! An unjust death!
However, the handful of Four Seasons Tower experts were excited. Their gazes fell on Jun Moyan in unison, a hint of thrill-seeking obvious in their hungry eyes.
The Unrivaled Swordsman! This was the legendary Unrivaled Swordsman!
If they could defeat or even assassinate him… they would live in glory forever!
They would be highly revered, a mighty presence wherever they went.
It just too bad that there was this issue of Supreme Cloud’s trap; annihilating the Supreme was the utmost priority in whatever they did. They would endeavor to find some manner of fault with Jun Moyan after this issue was resolved; hopefully, the Unrivaled Swordsman would not be too far away by then.
They were rational, considering the bigger picture. Despite the greed in their hearts, they did not act upon it although it was a waste of such a rare chance.
Just as the Four Seasons Tower group was lamenting the waste, they saw Jun Moyan walking out in his white robes, with his sword dangling in its sheath.
Jun Moyan came out and walked directly towards the Four Seasons Tower experts. His expression was cold and so was his voice when he asked, "Are you four men from the Four Seasons Tower?"
The tower’s expert who was their leader was already a seventh heaven expert; his cultivation base was higher than even that of Venerable Lord Saber, and so it was natural that he had an overbearingly haughty character. Hearing the question, he scoffed, "What is it to you if we are?"
His reply did not answer the so-called Unrivaled Swordsman’s question at all; he paid not much mind to it.
Jun Moyan said faintly, "I would confirm your identities first. Moving on, why didn’t Mr. Nian come this time?"
The tower expert answered in a nonchalant manner, "How is there a need for our lord to come personally for just a small issue like this? It’s enough that I, Mu Ziqiu, am here to oversee everything."
Jun Moyan’s expression was icy as he asked, "Do you mean that you’re confident in your ability to handle me?"
Mu Ziqiu was stunned, thinking, "This is obviously picking bones from an egg. I have the intention to fight you, but when have I ever phrased it like this?"
The situation now was clear. If he disrupted the plan due to his personal behavior, that would be entirely his responsibility. Therefore, Mu Ziqiu chuckled dryly and said, "I don’t mean it like this."
Jun Moyan snorted and said, "Do you not? Truly? Then who was that murderous intent you harvested earlier meant for? I don’t think that you don’t mean it; it's more like you mean it, but you've got no guts to admit it."
Jun Moyan lived the way of the sword and was sensitive towards all hints of killing intent and animosity. Of course, he had felt it right away when the handful of Four Seasons Tower’s people harbored battle intentions. Although they had suppressed it immediately, he had every intention to goad them into doing something rash.
This was the best plot to build his case on, how could he miss it? There wasn't much difference between battle intentions, hostility, and killing intent; all of them called for the use of weapons to slaughter.
Mu Ziqiu could only feel his temper erupting.
What do you mean?
You may be the Unrivaled Swordsman, but you can’t bully us like this! If it weren’t for the circumstances that allow no room for personal vendettas, do you think your father is actually afraid of you?
Mu Ziqiu kept his anger in check and said, "Brother Jun… you misunderstand me."
Jun Moyan frowned. "What did you call me? Brother Jun?"
He then chuckled, "You must rank quite high in seniority to actually dare to become my peer. Aren’t you challenging me out right now? Why don't you put all this banter aside and strike me immediately?"
Everyone had their temper; what was more, Mu Ziqiu was a pinnacle force that was quite the authority in Four Seasons Tower. He could no longer suppress his temper and said furiously, "Should I call you Father Jun instead, if not Brother Jun?"
Jun Moyan snorted and said with a roll of his eyes, "You should. Even if Mr. Nian was here, he would have to address me in the same manner."
The faces of all four experts from the tower suddenly turned blank, as they initially retracted killing intent spread out again; their hands went to the hilts of their weapons while Mu Ziqiu spoke in an unprecedentedly dangerous tone, "Please explain yourself, Great Swordsman Jun. It would be upsetting if an... accident were to happen here."
"The Four Seasons Tower doesn’t impose rules that are strict enough if it let you four rascals out to embarrass the tower and offend other people. It’s your problem, but it’s also a matter of course for me to educate you fellows on behalf of Mr. Nian today. All of you need to know is that you can't simply offend whomever you wanted." Jun Moyan said faintly.
"Worse, you all dared to handle your swords in front of me. According to my rules, this already warrants a death penalty."
Jun Moyan said, "Kneel if you don’t want to die. Slap yourself and apologize to me, repent to the sword!"
Mu Ziqiu and companions were now sure that this fellow was purposefully provoking them.
He was intentionally nitpicking upon their faults.
To pick bones out of an egg was not as bad as this was.
It was most probably because he had nowhere to vent his frustrations and set his mind upon the four of them instead. Four of these heaven realm cultivators had actually become sandbags – how could they not be angry?
"Jun Moyan, what do you want to do?" Mu Ziqiu’s pupils shrunk, the tight hold his chapped long fingers had on the sword’s grip grew increasingly tighter.
At the same time, the words of warning were spoken, mystical Qi surged like the widest river within Mu Ziqiu.
The reputation built the image; even though Mu Ziqiu regarded himself highly, he was still lacking in faith when he faced the Unrivaled Swordsman. Still, he didn't lack anticipation and confidence!
He had anticipated a fight with Jun Moyan and was confident that he could defeat him. Even when he could not have done so himself, he had the help of another three experts. The collaboration of the quad was definitely sufficient to defeat the Unrivaled Swordsman.
Jun Moyan chuckled, "Do? Do what? You? You must be quite confident, are you always being f*cked? Isn't that called being capable, instead of being confident? Why else would you challenge me? Being f*cked by the Unrivaled Swordsman… what an honor of a lifetime! It’s enough for you to boast about it for eternity!"
Mu Ziqiu felt rage rushing through his head. Without further words, he attacked with a holler. The sword light had turned into a long stretch of rainbow energy that moved swiftly.
"You actually dare to attack me!" Jun Moyan cried, "Brother Nian, let me help you impose the rules for the Four Seasons Tower! When we meet in the martial world, you can just buy me a drink in way of thanks!"
As he spoke, Jun Moyan’s hand moved alongside his sword. As the sword light blinked, it was like a racing white beam that coruscated in the air, looking like the entire galaxy was pouring over. Immediately, four beams of light dispersed as an extremely ferocious sword energy engulfed all four tower’s men.
The sword light glimmered like a huge ball of light; its radiance was brilliantly dazzling.
The crowd who was standing outside were blinded by the intensity of the light when they cast their glances over. After that, they could no longer see the four Four Seasons Tower experts and Jun Moyan’s silhouettes.
The sword light emitted by Jun Moyan was as if the heavens had fallen from the sky; it was dense and secure, without any gaps in between.
The only audible noise was the surprised gasps and agonized cries of the Four Seasons Tower’s experts that were engulfed in sword light.
The four peerless experts, deadly in the eyes of the Empire of Ziyou, had been utterly subdued the moment Jun Moyan lashed out.
Lan Wuxin sucked in a cold breath at once.
This was the capability of the Unrivaled Swordsman?
This was the man they wished to control through coercion, for the justice of the nation?
He might as well ask for the moon.