Chapter Thirteen: Same Clan's Internal Strife

  Just as Chu Yu was about to withdraw his divine sense, he suddenly sensed two different true yuan energy fluctuations, and in shock, he immediately withdrew his extremely weak divine sense.

  In a cosmopolitan city like Shanghai, there are not a few cultivators! At least in Chu Yu's past memories, it was the case. After all, with the existence of Shanghai as an economic hub, it can absolutely attract a large number of cultivators who have not yet reached the Yuan Ying period to linger here. You know that before reaching the Yuan Ying period, the money needed for cultivation is truly enormous, comparable to astronomical figures!

  "Could it be a fight...?" Chu Yu withdrew his divine sense and calmed down, immediately sensing that something was off. His heart stirred, and he instantly flashed in the direction his divine sense had just explored.

  At the speed of Chu Yu, a distance of three miles was only a matter of minutes. Sure enough, as his divine sense had felt, in front of the small mound where he was hiding, more than 100 meters away, a man wearing a black windbreaker and another man wearing casual clothes were fighting together.

  It was late at night, and this place was a remote suburb. This land belonged to an undeveloped wasteland, which was already uninhabited. Adding that the two men, although they were fighting fiercely, did not make too much noise, so no one else discovered it, only Chu Yu sensed it with his divine consciousness.

  "It turns out they're all from the same Daoist lineage... Just look at how these two are fighting, their skills aren't bad." Chu Yuhe's eyesight was exceptional, and with just a glance, he could tell.

  Chu Yu secretly said in her heart, afraid of being discovered by the two people who were dueling, she held her breath and remained still, as if waiting for something.

  "Huang Chen, you first murdered my junior sister, then betrayed and escaped from our sect. Your crimes are boundless, and yet you still show no remorse. Today, I, Xuan Feng, will help Master clean up the sect." The two exchanged a palm strike in mid-air, floating over ten meters apart as they faced off against each other. The man wearing casual clothes had an angry expression on his face.

  That man called Huang Chen sneered, "Xuan Feng Shixiong, you're not unaware that our little junior sister is so lovely. As the saying goes, 'the fat water doesn't flow into another's field.' Rather than letting others take advantage of her, why don't I, your junior brother, be the first to pluck her? Haha."

  "You're a shame to our sect, you don't deserve to call me brother." Xuan Feng was clearly enraged by Huang Chen's words.

  "Now I, Huang Chen, am living a comfortable life in the mundane world, but you won't let me be at peace, pestering me time and again. Today, it's either you die or I live." With a sudden change in tone, Huang Chen's laughter turned into a fierce cry, as he swiftly drew out a three-inch-long sword shining with golden light from his hand, striking directly at the enraged Xuan Feng like a snake emerging from its lair.

  "Among the 12th generation disciples of Emei, I, Huang Chen, have the highest innate talent. You, Xuan Feng, are just a mediocre guy. What skills do you have to clean up the sect? After fighting with you for so long, you still haven't come up with anything new. Just go ahead and rest under my 'Angry Wind Sword'."

  The two were originally evenly matched, but unexpectedly, Huang Chen's "Angry Wind Sword" suddenly put Xuan Feng at a disadvantage. Under Huang Chen's swordsmanship, the "Angry Wind Sword" continuously launched fierce attacks on Xuan Feng, several times almost piercing him with a single sword.

  But in an instant, Xuan Feng's clothes were already torn and tattered, his body was also covered in bloodstains, it was clear that he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.

  Indeed, Huang Chen's previous arrogant words were not wrong. Before he betrayed and escaped from his family's sect, he had already achieved the middle stage of the Golden Elixir, and even cultivated a flying sword with golden properties. On the other hand, Xuan Feng, who entered the sect two years earlier than Huang Chen, was restricted by his innate talent, and his cultivation strength was actually lower than Huang Chen's. Having just advanced to the early stage of the Golden Elixir, Xuan Feng had not even cultivated a flying sword yet. In this case, how could Xuan Feng be a match for Huang Chen?

  Xuan Feng's entry into the world this time was not due to receiving a mission from his master, but because he wanted to avenge his beloved junior sister. He secretly left the mountain gate and after several investigations, finally found Huang Chen who had betrayed the sect and was hiding in the secular world.

  Under the left branch and right protrusion, Xuanfeng was finally cut off his right arm by Jinfeng Sword due to a moment of negligence. The intense pain and extreme anger made him want to perish together with Huangchen. He charged towards Huangchen without regard for anything, while Huangchen, who was also exhausted from wielding the Furious Wind Sword, failed to dodge in time and was tightly wrapped around by Xuanfeng's remaining left arm.

  "Senior brother, what do you want to do? Don't...!" As soon as Huang Chen saw the faint golden light around Xuan Feng's body, he panicked and struggled desperately to break free from Xuan Feng, even begging for mercy.

  Xuan Feng has now become a bloody man, but his eyes are still firm: "Didn't you say that today is either your death or my life? Then I will fulfill you... Little Shifu, wait for me in the underworld, Shifu finally avenged you..." Along with Xuan Feng's hysterical roar, the light around him suddenly expanded and contracted, a shockwave centered on him burst out, and the huge energy ripple almost injured Chu Yu who was hundreds of meters away.

  "He's a real man, willing to go down with the enemy in a blaze of glory." Although Chu Yu didn't know Xuan Feng well, he couldn't help but secretly admire his actions. As for Huang Chen, in Chu Yu's eyes, he was no better than an ant. It was worth noting that among the three types of people Chu Yu despised the most, Huang Chen's kind - those who forgot favors and were disloyal - were included.

  A Golden Core cultivator's self-explosion is absolutely not trivial, when Chu Yu floated to the place where the two had just fought, only a desolate expanse remained. It was clear that under Xuan Feng's massive impact from his Golden Core explosion, both he and Huang Chen were completely annihilated, without even leaving behind any remnants.

  Under a surge of emotions, Chu Yu suddenly caught sight of the Nu Feng Sword that had fallen to the ground due to its master's death.

  "The material is not bad, but the refining technique is too immature. The flying sword that could have been of top quality ended up being barely middle-grade... However, it's still worth keeping for now, and when I've cultivated my Five Elements True Origin Fire in the future, I'll thoroughly refine it again and reforge it into another treasure."

  Put away the 【Furious Wind Sword】, Chu Yu picked up a jade slip from the ground again. Generally, jade slips are used to record cultivation methods. Obviously, compared to the previously collected 【Furious Wind Sword】, Chu Yu seemed more interested in this jade slip. From the residual aura on the jade slip, it was clear that this jade slip was left behind by Huang Chen.

  "This time I've managed to get a good deal, two Golden Dan period cultivators have perished together, which is also rare even in the cultivation world..."

  After all, once a cultivator forms the Golden Elixir, they can easily live to be over a hundred years old without worrying about dying. With such a long life ahead of them, it's rare for cultivators to fight each other to the death, especially when they're from the same Daoist lineage. Of course, judging from the conversation between the two tonight, Chu Yu didn't think things had developed to this point in an abrupt manner.

  Finally, Chu Yu bowed to the sky and said: "Xuan Feng, if one day I, Chu Yu, see someone from your sect, I will surely tell them about your heroic deeds today. You are a real man, a true hero..."

  Returning to his residence, Chu Yu first put the "Angry Wind Sword" away in his room. After all, he was still only at the initial stage of building his foundation, and even with a flying sword, it would be difficult for him to control it. Moreover, in Chu Yu's opinion, this "Angry Wind Sword" was simply a childish plaything, and even if he could use it, he wouldn't be interested.

  Following Chu Yu, he took out the jade pupil that had been picked up and returned, and separated a thread of divine consciousness to explore it.