Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 16: A Lifetime of Practice Finally Becomes a Shake
The two men sat opposite each other on the stone bench, neither of them moved. The cold light confronted each other, and the stone slab in the middle seemed as if it would explode with cold in the next moment. The Taoist robes fluttered slightly backwards, and the sound of the long sword behind Qingyang could be heard faintly. Zitan's long sword was still inserted diagonally in the package beside him.

Zi Tan said in a deep voice: "It seems that you have changed in the court."

Qingyang sneered: "Everyone will change."

"You become cold-blooded and greedy."

"As long as the goal is achieved, it doesn't matter what it becomes."

Zi Tan snorted coldly: "Then after you achieve your goal, you will be nothing."

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"I've been looking for you for years, but I don't want to kill you!"

"Haha, whether you want to kill him or not, you have been searching for him for so many years."

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"Your apprentice, who is he and why did you let him go?"

"He is my disciple. Why don't you want to let go of someone who has no cultivation at all?"

"It's not that I don't want to let him go, it's that I absolutely cannot let him go. His eyes make me uneasy."

"Haha, that's strange. Would a look that poses no threat to you make you feel uneasy?"

"If he makes me feel uneasy, he must die. He can't escape!"

Zi Tan said sternly: "It seems that you are not cold-blooded, but you have lost your humanity."

At this point, the two men's internal energy increased sharply, their hair flew back at the same time, and their green and white Taoist robes fluttered in the wind.

Qingyang said coldly: "Come out, he has already found out."

With a swish, a black chain flew from the bottom of the mountain, pierced through the stone wall beside the cave entrance with a bang, and tightened with a buzz. A bent figure, using the chain, leaped behind Zitan. The chain made a clatter and was entangled in his hand. The man was wearing a gray Hu suit, and the part of his hunchback that protruded almost covered his head. There were only a few sparse hairs on his head, which set off his greasy scalp. His neck was stretched out very long, like a turtle pecking at food with its head stretched out. His eyes were small and slanted, and there was a red scar on his forehead that was bulging diagonally. He grinned and giggled, revealing his uneven yellow teeth, "Zitan, how are you?"

Zi Tan glanced at him and snorted coldly, "Qianshan Laotuo!" He said to Qingyang in a cold voice: "You can actually be with such a person, it seems that you will not do anything good!" Qianshan Laotuo came from Qianshan, Donghu, and practiced the "Linglong Technique". He specialized in eating people's hearts. The higher the level of cultivation, the more he liked the hearts of the people. He dug graves, robbed corpses, killed people and looted, and did all kinds of evil. In the world of cultivation, he was notorious and was the most typical person in the devil's way. More than 20 years ago, he was besieged by some righteous Taoists, escaped after being injured, and disappeared in the world of cultivation since then. He never thought that 20 years later, he would be with Qingyang.

Qingyang said: "As long as the interests are the same, all kinds of people are the same."

Qianshan Laotuo sneered and said, "Well said, as long as there is profit to be made, I will never let it go!"

Qing Yang said coldly: "I advise you to hand over the 'Soul Requiem Stone' quickly, otherwise the two of us will take action!" He glanced at Zi Tan's package and continued: "If you don't hand it over, we will have to find it ourselves."

Zitan smiled and said, "Since you have found him, why bother asking again!"

There was silence for a moment, and the clothes of both men stopped floating, and they looked as if they were still. Suddenly, there was a "bang", and the stone slab exploded to pieces. The long sword on Qingyang's back flew out of the scabbard with a "hum". Zitan opened his right hand, and the long sword in the scabbard flew towards Zitan with a "click". At this time, Qingyang had already grasped the long sword, jumped high, and stabbed Zitan's throat quickly. Zitan's long sword just flew into his hand. He grasped the hilt, stepped on the ground, and stabbed Qingyang's lower abdomen head-on. While talking, the two had accumulated enough internal strength, and the speed of each of them stabbed out with a sword was almost extreme, and the sword sounded piercing.

At that moment when the two swords were about to stab each other, Zitan did not resist. The sword tip shook, and the long sword suddenly dispersed, like countless thin lines shooting towards the vital points on Zitan's body. Zitan used the seventh move of "Liufeng Sword Technique" 'Thousands of Silk Threads'. Among these countless sword shadows, only one was real, and the rest were false. There was only one purpose, which was to die together with Qingyang.

Qingyang already knew Zitan's intention, how could he be willing to die with Zitan, and hurriedly drew back his sword to block. He had just thrust out his sword, intending to test, and had not used it completely. He also knew that among Zitan's sword shadows, only one sword was real, and there was no time to identify it in an instant. He turned his body diagonally and suddenly stood horizontally, avoiding most of the sword shadows. The long sword followed the trend, turning from stabbing to diagonal lifting, blocking the remaining sword shadows. He thought he could hear the sound of the two swords colliding, but he only heard the sound of each sword ringing. In a flash, Qingyang thought to himself: "It's bad!" With a "swish", the Taoist robe under his armpit was pierced by Zitan's sword, a finger-long cut, and almost pierced his ribs, and the chill spread throughout his body. Zitan flew straight out without stopping, stepped on the ground, and flew up, wanting to rush down the mountain. Although he knew that it was impossible to escape, he wanted to use this to delay time. At this time, he felt the chains behind him coming quickly with cold wind.

The old camel laughed sinisterly and said, "Want to escape!"

Zitan tapped his feet lightly and dodged sideways. The long chain passed by his body with a strong wind. Zitan wanted to jump again, but the conical chain head turned and stabbed Zitan head-on. Zitan squatted down and the chain passed over his head. He wanted to escape again, but he had missed the opportunity.

Qingyang's sword stabbed again and was behind him. Zitan turned around and blocked it with his backhand sword. With a "clang" sound, the two swords collided and sparks flew. Both of them stood still, their internal strength increased sharply, the sword body and the faces of the two men twisted at the same time, and sword energy swung out.

This time, there were two chains, whistling at Zitan from both sides. It was a time of competition, and the old camel had found the right timing. If he couldn't avoid the chains, he would be pierced through the body. In desperation, Zitan held the sword with both hands, and tried his best to shake off Qingyang's sword. He stepped back and just avoided the chain cones. However, after the two chain cones collided, they turned around and flew up and down, increasing their speed sharply, and shot towards Zitan.

The distance was too close. Zitan had never expected that this move was so powerful. He could only block with his sword horizontally, but that could only block one. With a "clang" sound, the chain spike above was blocked. Zitan suddenly felt numbness in his palm and almost slipped out of the sword. Without thinking, he turned his body to the side to avoid the chain spike below, but it was a little too late. The chain spike cut a deep bloody mark on the outside of Zitan's thigh. Before he could feel the pain, Qingyang's sword pierced into Zitan's heart at an extremely fast speed.

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The old camel cursed angrily: "My 'heart', Qingyang, I'll fuck your ancestors..." The scar on his forehead trembled with anger.

Qingyang ignored him and looked coldly at the shaking Zitan, "Where is the 'Soul Requiem Stone'?" The old camel behind him was still cursing.

The blood that flowed from Zitan's mouth flowed down along Yinxu, staining his yellow Taoist robe red. His lips trembled as he said with difficulty: "You...will never...find it."

Qingyang said: "You must have such an important thing with you." He thought that since Zitan asked him to go to Huashan, he must have brought the "Soul-Rescuing Stone" with him. This was also the reason why Qingyang took action without asking clearly. He would think clearly before doing anything.

Zi Tan's eyes were blurred, and he snorted coldly, saying: "... go... think about it yourself." The sword was still inserted in his heart, and his heart gradually lost its vitality as the blood gushed out, but his mind was still clear at this moment, "Disciple, without your master, I don't know how long your frail body can live. It all depends on your luck. Since I am dead, that regret is no longer important. I wonder if you can understand, and I wonder if he will let you go." His body could no longer support him and he fell to his knees.

Qingyang still held the sword that was thrusting in, and in order to prevent Zitan from falling, he said in a deep voice: "If you had offered the 'Soul-Restoring Stone' and followed me into the Qin Court, how could this happen? This is your choice, don't blame me!"

Zi Tan took only his last breath and said weakly: "This is also... your choice, it will not succeed." After saying that, he died with his eyes wide open.

Qingyang roared and swung his sword with force, blowing Zitan's heart to pieces and creating a transparent hole in his chest.

The old camel's eyes widened as he angrily said, "Qingyang, you are so cruel. You didn't even leave me a piece. Don't even think about calling me next time!"

Qingyang's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he said in a cold voice: "My fellow Taoist, you can't bear it. Why don't you go to the cave to find the 'Soul-Rescuing Stone'?" After saying that, he put away his sword and searched Zitan's personal belongings, but found nothing. He then opened Zitan's package to check, and his face gradually turned pale.

There was nothing else in Zitan's package except a brand new white robe, a white undershirt, a pair of cloth shoes, and a few inner elixirs. Those were the things Zitan sold a few inner elixirs after he went down the mountain and bought for Wuzhan. Before Wuzhan could put them on, he left wearing the tattered black and yellow Taoist robe.

The old camel went into the cave cursing, lit a tinder, and began to search with his eyes wide open. After searching around, he only saw two straw mats and some simple daily necessities. Qingyang didn't find it, so he went into the cave and searched again carefully. He even checked the stalagmites one by one, wondering if the thing was hidden in them. He knocked on each wall of the cave a few times to check if there was a secret compartment. It took a long time to do all this. Qingyang concentrated on thinking and slowly walked out of the cave. The old camel followed behind him, stretched his neck and sneered, "There is no good end for those who harm others. If you can't find it, let's see how you will report back, haha."

Qingyang ignored him and calmly recalled Zitan's past actions, but no matter how he recalled, he did not find any extra actions of Zitan. The only thing left was that the disciple who was chasing him questioned him. He originally wanted to get the "Soul Resting Stone" and then hunt him down. Now his only hope was Zitan's disciple. Logically, Zitan would not give the "Soul Resting Stone" to a disciple who had no internal strength for safekeeping, and how could he know that someone would kill him before going down the mountain.

"Those eyes!" Qingyang's heart trembled. He originally thought that Zitan just wanted to give his apprentice a way out, but now it seems, "it's more than that." He felt that those eyes that could not see anything made him uneasy. "Although I don't know where I have seen you, your eyes can't deceive me." Thinking of this, he said to the old camel in a cold voice, "You can go back, I will go after his apprentice!" After that, without waiting for the old camel to reply, he jumped and stepped towards the cliff above the cave entrance. The old camel's chuckle came from behind him. After a moment, Zitan's figure disappeared, and the old camel's figure disappeared as well, leaving only Zitan's heartless body.

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If a person's eyes are too clear, there will be no tears, because tears are moistening the eyes all the time. The unobstructed tears can only flow slowly in the heart, and he has never enjoyed the pleasure of tears flowing out of the eye sockets. This does not mean anything, but he has begun to get used to it.

(End of this chapter)