Martial Cultivator

Chapter 415: After Killing, Go Up The Mountain

After drawing his saber, all he had to do was naturally kill.

At the signal of the middle-aged cultivator, several Clearwater Mountain cultivators silently surrounded him. It was not that they were confident they could kill Chen Chao together, but at this point, what else could they do?

Could they really expect the young man in black before them to surrender without a fight?

Chen Chao remained expressionless. As he met one of the cultivators, he swiftly swung his broken saber, and in an instant, the majestic saber light cleaved the man's body in half. In just one exchange, the Clearwater Mountain cultivator was as dead as dead could be.

The remaining few were shocked, clearly not expecting the young martial artist before them to have such formidable combat strength. Faced with their besieging, he could kill someone with just one strike.

But before they could react, Chen Chao had already arrived in front of them. As his saber slashed towards one of the Clearwater Mountain cultivators, the black-clad young man's fist came down, smashing into another's chest.

With a loud bang, the cultivator struck in the chest was sent flying backward, dead as could be.

Meanwhile, after that slash reached the Clearwater Mountain cultivator, a head fell to the ground.

At this point, after two saber slashes and one punch, Chen Chao had killed precisely three.

The middle-aged cultivator roared in anger, "A bunch of trash, get out of the way!"

He was not a fool. In an instant, he had already realized that it would be difficult for the disciples he brought to pose any trouble to Chen Chao. Now, if he did not make a move, it was unlikely that he ever could. But would things really go as he wished?

Clearly not.

Tonight, Chen Chao harbored a thought that he had not told anyone - which was to eradicate Clearwater Mountain.

Unlike when he destroyed the Sublime Bright Sect back then, this time, he was going to rely on his saber to completely wipe out the Clearwater Mountain cultivators!

As for why?

There was nothing to explain.

The middle-aged cultivator darted from the second floor towards Chen Chao, but before he could get close to the young martial artist, he saw several more of the Clearwater Mountain cultivators he brought being brutally killed.

This only made the middle-aged cultivator even more enraged. He immediately revolved his qi and struck his palm towards Chen Chao.

Initially, after he struck out with his palm, he thought that Chen Chao would have to dodge first no matter what. But he did not expect that Chen Chao did not dodge or evade, but forcefully withstood the blow. Following the momentum, he moved swiftly and directly killed several scattered cultivators.

For a moment, within the entire Clearwater Pavilion, there were less than ten Clearwater Mountain cultivators who could still stand.

Seeing the young martial artist attack so recklessly, those few cultivators felt their scalps tingle. But at this moment, no one dared to flee. After all, the rules of Clearwater Mountain stated that if fellow sect members were engaged in battle, and they did not fight but flee, it would be death too.

Yet, at this moment, they fervently hoped that their martial uncle could tie Chen Chao down, or at least stall for a while, to allow them to catch their breath.

The results turned out contrary to expectations, the middle-aged cultivator's second strike had a bit more rage. The palm was powered by a power akin to peak Bitter Sea Realm. But even so, when he struck at Chen Chao, Chen Chao was still attacking other cultivators with his saber.

This palm struck Chen Chao's back once again. The middle-aged cultivator did not see Chen Chao flying out as expected. It was as if his palm had landed on a piece of tempered steel. Not only did it fail to send Chen Chao flying out, but it also made his own palm ache.

He was greatly horrified. Previously, he had heard that martial artists had unparalleled physiques, but he had not taken it seriously. He had thought it was just a gimmick created by martial artists living in the mud. Over the years, he had never really fought against a pure martial artist. Now, this was the first time, and he was greatly shocked. How was this so-called unparalleled in the world? The hardness of the young martial artist's body before him could already rival that of ordinary magic artifacts, right?

While the middle-aged cultivator was distracted, several more cultivators died under Chen Chao's saber.

Now, among the Clearwater Mountain cultivators who were still fortunate enough to be alive in the Clearwater Pavilion, they looked at the young martial artist before them with only fear in their eyes. They even felt that the young martial artist before them was not human at all, but a killing god from hell.

After Chen Chao used his saber to kill the last cultivator, he turned around and forced the middle-aged cultivator back with a slash.

After pushing the middle-aged cultivator back to the second floor, Chen Chao rubbed his chest and looked at the middle-aged cultivator, asking, "Are you in such a hurry to die?"

The middle-aged cultivator, who had long reached the Bitter Sea Realm, had a slight change in his expression. He had thought that with the order from the Mountain Lord this time and bringing so many disciples, they could definitely kill Chen Chao no matter what. But at this moment, he realized belatedly that perhaps only the Mountain Lord could subdue the young martial artist before him.

"The matters between you and our Clearwater Mountain may have underlying reasons. Why don't you go up the mountain with me to meet the Mountain Lord? Perhaps there is still room for negotiation. If we continue to fight, there may be no turning back."

Although the middle-aged cultivator's expression was still grim, his tone was different from before. There was no longer the arrogance and condescension.

Chen Chao remained expressionless. "I will go to that mountain."

With these words, Chen Chao walked towards this middle-aged cultivator.

Several minutes later, a head was casually tossed out by Chen Chao, rolling down the stairs of the second floor and tumbling in the hall for a while before slowly coming to a stop.

Chen Chao did not look at the bodies littered all over the floor, he just calmly walked out of the Clearwater Pavilion carrying his saber.

However, as he stepped out of the Clearwater Pavilion, several pillars of the pavilion suddenly broke apart, and the entire Clearwater Pavilion collapsed in an instant.

The massive collapse soon alarmed countless people in the Clearwater Commandery, both commoners and cultivators.

Nearby cultivators hurriedly got up and looked out their windows, only to find that amidst the rainy night, the tallest and most important building in the city, Clearwater Pavilion, had turned into ruins.

While everyone was shocked, they just saw a figure walking slowly through the city with a saber in hand.

The pouring rain had long soaked his clothes, and the blood that had originally stained the broken saber was now being washed away by the rain, once again restoring the blade to a bright sheen. The chill emanating from the blade sent shivers down one's spine.

The owner of a shop not far from the Clearwater Pavilion only dared to peek out from the window after Chen Chao had passed by his shop and disappeared at the end of the street. He glanced at the ruins of the Clearwater Pavilion nearby and then at the disappearing back view of the young martial artist he was destined not to see, murmuring to himself, "What kind of lunatic has Clearwater Mountain provoked?"

Recalling that the young man had previously inquired about news of Ge Ming in front of his shop, the shop owner immediately clasped his hands together and muttered, "When immortals fight, don't hurt the fishes in the pond."

The shopkeeper of the bookshop also heard the loud noise amidst the rain and peeked out to take a look. That once magnificent Clearwater Pavilion was now in ruins. Shortly after, he saw Chen Chao walking past his bookshop.

Furrowing his brow, the shopkeeper reminded, "Killing is permissible, but don't let the heart demon plant its seed deep!"

Chen Chao nodded slowly and did not speak, simply walking past the bookshop.

The shopkeeper sighed and turned to look at the young girl's body, which he had already covered with a white cloth. He felt somewhat hesitant, "Are they really just chance acquaintances?"

Clearwater Mountain was also raining heavily tonight. In the main hall at the mountain peak, a purpled-robed daoist with white hair but a youthful face was sitting in meditation before the statue of the founder of the daoist sect. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the door, causing the candles in front of the statue to flicker.

The purple-robed daoist opened his eyes, suddenly feeling a bit irritated. He stood up and walked to the entrance of the main hall, casually asking, "Has Du Qing returned?"

The two cultivators guarding the entrance exchanged glances, and one of them replied in a low voice, "Reporting to Mountain Lord, Martial Uncle Du has not returned yet."

The purple-robed daoist was naturally the Mountain Lord of Clearwater Mountain, Daoist Sage Tianyi. He was the strongest person on this Clearwater Mountain and the surrounding area of hundreds of miles.

Daoist Sage Tianyi was expressionless. "A good-for-nothing."

Upon hearing the Mountain Lord's anger, the two cultivators immediately knelt down and said in unison, "Mountain Lord, please calm your anger."

Actually, Clearwater Mountain differed greatly from those other cultivator sects on the mountains. Rather than saying that this Mountain Lord was the ancestor of their Clearwater Mountain, it was better to say that this Mountain Lord was the Clearwater Mountain's owner. In his eyes, how was there any disciples or grand-disciples? He just treated them as ordinary lackeys.

Daoist Sage Tianyi said indifferently, "Ge Ming is also a good-for-nothing. It's clearly just refining a high-grade medicinal fruit, yet he chose not to return to the mountain. It serves him right that he died."

Although Daoist Sage Tianyi said so, they all actually knew that if Senior Brother Ge truly brought his medicinal fruit back to the mountain, he might even be directly snatched by this Daoist Sage Tianyi before them. This kind of thing was not unprecedented; there had been precedents long ago. Moreover, the current Daoist Sage Tianyi had been trapped in the Great Beyond for many years. In recent years, he had been extremely anxious, constantly seeking medicinal fruits in hopes of breaking through this realm and stepping into the Nepenthe Realm.

The Great Beyond Realm and the Nepenthe Realm were separated by only a thread, but the difference between them was like heaven and earth.

In fact, the cultivators in the mountain were also happy to see this happen. After all, if their mountain lord became stronger, they would have more confidence when they went outside. After all, what they did went against the natural order of things. If they did not have a powerful cultivator backing them, they would live in constant fear every day.

However, no one would willingly hand over the medicinal fruit they had worked so hard to find to the Mountain Lord.

"But even if he deserves death, for an outsider to dare kill him, it means they don't take me seriously."

Daoist Sage Tianyi looked at the pouring rain, expressionless, and uttered a few words, "Villainous old heavens."

For daoist cultivators, they always respected heaven and earth. It was impossible for them to say such words. However, for Daoist Sage Tianyi, who was an abandoned disciple of Daoism to begin with, he felt that there was nothing great about heaven and earth. Otherwise, he would not have taken such an unorthodox path, cultivating a technique that involved refining medicinal fruits from spiritual herbs and virgin boys and girls, eventually establishing this Clearwater Mountain.

Just as Daoist Sage Tianyi uttered these words, a cultivator came running through the rain towards them. When he arrived at the entrance of the main hall, he knelt down with a thud.

The cultivator spoke tremblingly, "Mountain Lord, someone is trespassing the mountain!"

Daoist Sage Tianyi remained expressionless and said indifferently. "How many people?"

The cultivator hurriedly replied, "Just a young martial artist, wielding a saber. He should be the one who killed Senior Brother Ge Ming."

Daoist Sage Tianyi's expression remained unchanged, and he even smiled, "Coming up the mountain to seek death, how amusing."