Chapter 414 - 285: Finally Meeting Qi Baiyu (Part 4)
Yuan Zhixiang nodded and said, "I understand, I’ll be ready at any time. If something really unexpected happens, I’ll immediately take Qi Baiyu and leave, then come up with another plan."
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On Danyang Mountain,
A mess of chaos; large swathes of trees snapped, rocks tumbled down, and within the gates of the Danyang Sect, a raging fire burned fiercely. Corpses were strewn everywhere, and rivers of blood flowed.
Among the stone steps halfway up the mountain,
Gu Zhan crushed a Grandmaster’s head underfoot, his two Horizontal Sabers stabbed into the stone steps. He kicked the headless corpse in front of him away and slowly sat down on the blood-soaked steps.
He let out a long breath of murky air,
Seeing those fleeing in panic from the mountain, Gu Zhan had lost interest in pursuing them. All the experts had been slain, and he’d already cut down many of the remaining small fry, which had become somewhat tedious,
Once the experts were all taken care of, the remaining people were as good as moving firewood to him,
But chopping firewood is also a laborious task,
After chopping for a long time, fatigue still sets in,
As he sat down, waves of exhaustion washed over him, and the True Essence within him was nearly depleted.
By now, darkness had fallen,
Yet on Danyang Mountain, the raging fire illuminated half the sky, making the drifting snowflakes resemble summer fireflies, creating a stark yet beautiful contrast.
It had been a while since he had such an exhilarating fight. Today’s battle lasted from morning until this evening.
Gu Zhan reached into his bosom and took out an oil cake wrapped in oiled paper.
He had taken it from the Danyang Sect at noon. By then, he had already guessed that there might not be a chance to eat today, so he took an oil cake with him.
The oiled paper was stained with quite a bit of blood, but it was waterproof and hadn’t seeped through. The oil cake was still edible.
Maybe because it had been kept close to him,
The oil cake still retained some warmth.
Amidst the drifting snowflakes encircled by flames halfway up the mountain, the flowing blood had begun to congeal, appearing both eerie and profound,
Gu Zhan, sitting among a field of corpses, slowly took a bite of the oil cake and chewed it. Under the night sky, with flames all around and limbs and bodies scattered, he seemed utterly lonely.
Just then,
On the stone steps of the mountain path,
A figure appeared, walking up step by step,
A person wearing a ghost face mask,
Holding a sword that gleamed with a bloody crimson light. It could barely be called a sword, for upon closer inspection, it was more like a hunk of iron. The hilt was normal, but the blade was irregular, lacking even a proper edge.
But Gu Zhan found that sword to be quite impressive,
Because, at this moment, his Horizontal Saber was much the same.
His saber was like that purely from chopping people; too many had been cut down, and the blade seemed as if it had been hammered countless times, becoming a chunk of iron.
The ghost face mask’s sword was the same,
Gu Zhan, with his experience,
Could recognize it at a glance,
That was a sword honed by cutting down people.
The masked figure in black stepped closer. With every step, the oppressive atmosphere between heaven and earth seemed to intensify,
Gu Zhan continued to eat his oil cake unhurriedly,
After about the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea,
The ghost face mask wearer had arrived,
Gu Zhan sat on the upper steps, looking down at the masked figure, and slowly said, "If I’m not mistaken, you must be Qi Baiyu."
The ghost face mask wearer awkwardly tilted their head, then slowly removed the mask, revealing a delicate yet eerily strange face, uttering a bizarre sound:
"Finally... met..."