You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

Chapter 327 Wuji's Sword Heart

"boom--"

Accompanied by a deafening bang.

Zheng Ye's originally restless mood was forcibly calmed in an instant. He turned his head slightly and looked in the direction where the loud noise came from.

"Did you do this?" A cold question came from outside.

Zheng Ye slowly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as a knife piercing straight at the person who came.

The man's face was tightly covered by a black mask with simple and mysterious cloud patterns painted on it, adding a bit of elusiveness to the whole person.

The man had his hands leisurely behind his back, his body straight and slender, like a proudly standing pine tree.

Beside him, there stood a dozen people dressed the same as him, each with a glittering golden badge prominently hung on their chest. The badge sparkled brightly in the sunlight, emitting a light that was so dazzling that one dared not look directly at it.

At this time, the towering tree in the yard had been split in half.

The loud noise was caused by the falling of a giant tree.

"I remember you. You used to follow Lord Lin Ying around."

The masked man recognized Zheng Ye the moment he saw him.

"Now that Lin Ying is dead... you should have followed him and left together!"

The masked man stood firmly on the huge tree canopy, looking down at Zheng Ye below with a condescending attitude.

Hearing this, Zheng Ye couldn't help but reach out and gently touch his forehead, then forcefully smoothed back the messy hair on his forehead.

The pair of eyes that were originally hidden behind the hair were now fully revealed, but they revealed an almost insane look.

"If we talk about the person who has been with Master Lin Ying for the longest time...it should be you, right?"

The corner of Zheng Ye's mouth slightly raised, and he let out a sneer full of sarcasm.

"Master Lin Ying's body is still warm, but you guys can't wait to reveal your true nature..."

At this point, Zheng Ye's voice suddenly stopped, but the rage burning in his eyes became more and more intense, "Split factions, suppress dissidents..."

"Killing a colleague with your own hands, forcibly taking his wife... How are you different from bandits?"

"You are unworthy of Master Lin Ying's teachings."

"How about... we go together and go down to Lord Lin Ying to argue about right and wrong?!"

The masked man did not argue with him, but tilted his head and snorted coldly, "There is a road to Tianmen, but you don't take it. You dare to stay here after killing someone. Then we will not let you stay."

Zheng Ye laughed crazily, "Hahahaha! What are these small fry?!"

"It's you I'm waiting for!"

"I have paid off my debts... and now I need to use your heads to serve Liu Gong!"

As soon as the words fell, both sides responded.

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The breeze blew gently through the dense bamboo forest, and the green bamboo leaves rubbed against each other, making a subtle and crisp rustling sound.

Liu Yuntian sat quietly in front of a slightly desolate grave mound, concentrating on carving an unfinished tombstone.

The carving knife in his hand moved skillfully over the hard stone, and each stroke was made with determination and concentration.

"Thump...thump." Suddenly, a sound of slow and steady footsteps came from behind.

The sound broke the original silence. Liu Yuntian's hands suddenly stopped moving and his eyes became a little dazed in an instant.

However, after just a moment, he regained his composure and continued to carve.

“He’s dead?”

Liu Yuntian didn't even turn his head, but just nodded slightly.

"Dead, it's a pity that you woke up a little late."

His tone was as calm as the breeze, and he didn't seem to have much emotion because of this sentence.

He paused, then added, "If you could wake up two hours earlier, maybe you could see him for the last time."

The person who came was Wuji who had just woken up.

At this time, Wuji was wearing the loose inner clothes that Lin Ying had changed for him earlier. Since his body was still in the recuperation stage, he did not wear the tight outer clothes.

At the same time, the boots on his feet were not fastened with knots, so they made a slight clicking sound with every step he took.

Wuji slowly walked to the tomb and stopped, his eyes falling on the tombstone that Liu Yuntian was carving.

There was a line of words engraved on the tombstone: Those who sleep here, their reputations are written on the water.

Seeing this, Wuji couldn't help but frowned and asked in confusion: "Why don't you write his name?"

Liu Yuntian still did not stop what he was doing. "Do you really want others to know that this is his tomb?"

Wuji stood there quietly like a sculpture, not saying a word.

His figure seemed somewhat desolate and lonely, as if he was isolated from the world.

On the other side, Liu Yuntian was concentrating on carving the stone tablet, pouring his hard work and emotion into every stroke.

Finally, when the last stroke was completed, he let out a long sigh of relief, and then without hesitation, he inserted the stone tablet firmly in front of the grave mound.

After doing all this, Liu Yuntian clapped his hands gently, as if to dust off the dust on his hands, or as if to dispel some indescribable emotions in his heart.

Then, he turned around, looked at Wuji with a complicated expression, and said lightly: "You have no cultivation."

Wuji nodded slightly to show his agreement, and said in a low and calm voice: "No more..."

However, he paused for a moment, then added: "But I have gained greater power."

Hearing this, Liu Yuntian was startled, a puzzled look appeared on his face, and he asked, "What power?"

Wuji did not answer immediately, he just slowly raised his right hand silently.

At this moment, an extremely faint light gradually appeared from his palm.

At first, the light was dim, but as time went on, it became brighter and brighter.

The next moment, something shocking happened!

The entire bamboo forest suddenly began to become restless, making a series of restless noises.

The sound was as if all the plants around had come to life at that moment and were whispering some secrets.

"Om-"

A clear sword sound suddenly rang out, echoing throughout the bamboo forest.

Liu Yuntian looked in the direction of the voice and saw a miniature sword appear out of thin air in Wuji's hand.

The small sword was not a physical entity but an illusory image. It floated lightly in Wuji's hand like a ghost and kept spinning.

Wuji stared at the pocket sword in his hand, his eyes full of determination and confidence, and said softly: "This is my sword heart."