Chapter 95 Resolving Hatred

Chapter 95 Resolving Hatred

Outside Profound Theory Valley!

Someone was sprinting frantically. The figure was tall, carrying a seven-foot sword on his shoulder.

It was none other than the Qilin Swordsman.

After leaving Xuanji Cave, he had avoided the sight of those in the martial world and slipped away from Profound Theory Valley.

Meanwhile, inside the valley, chaos reigned, and no one noticed him.

At that moment, he suddenly leaped up and landed on a branch of a tree.

He reached into his chest pocket and pulled out a small box, his face showing reluctance.

"This has caused quite a mess. I only wanted to prevent Youquan Cult from getting their hands on it, to avoid further disputes. How did it end up with me having this Profound Theory Token? I wonder if it's real or not.

"If it's fake, then it's fine; I can still come up with a plan using the same trick again.

"But if it's real...

"Wouldn't I be aiding the enemy by accident?"

As these thoughts raced through his mind, he was about to open the brocade box to check its authenticity when he suddenly frowned and swiftly tucked the box back into his chest pocket.

Turning around, he saw a figure approaching from afar, now standing right before him.

The person looked disheveled, was of considerable age, and had a wine gourd hanging from his waist, holding a wooden stick in hand.

He resembled a beggar one might see on any street corner.

Stopping, he looked up at the Qilin Swordsman and sneered coldly, "Youngster, we meet again."

"...Persistent as a ghost."

The Qilin Swordsman wasn't surprised. Ever since that night he led this Ten Hates Elder away from Su Mo, the man had clung to him like a stubborn parasite.

It wasn't that he couldn't settle things once and for all.

However, their martial arts were evenly matched, and the Ten Hates Elder had numerous tricks, making it difficult to shake him off. Additionally, Yu Lingxin had decided to use this person as a pawn in her scheme.

Afterward, whether he lived or died didn't matter much, given that the Ten Hates Elder wasn't exactly a good person.

These circumstances combined kept them entangled until now.

"If you tell me who killed my disciple, I'll leave and never bother you again."

While speaking, the Ten Hates Elder leaned against a tree, untied his gourd, took a sip, and asked the Qilin Swordsman:

"Wanna drink?"

"You drank from it; do you think I'd drink it? How filthy is that?"

The Qilin Swordsman curled his lip. "You're old and full of ailments, probably because of this. You should be more careful about what you put in your mouth."

Having dealt with him for so long, the Ten Hates Elder knew the Qilin Swordsman's sharp tongue and ignored him, taking another sip before sighing:

"I've roamed the martial world for decades, and just when I thought I found a disciple to pass on my legacy and take care of me in my old age, he died without reason.

"Do you think this grudge deserves revenge?"

"It doesn't."

The Qilin Swordsman spoke firmly.

"..."

The Ten Hates Elder's lips twitched. "Very well, very well. You must be colluding with that person. Since that's the case, there's nothing more to discuss. I'll kill you first, then go after that kid from Ziyang Escort Agency. Neither of you will escape."

"Keep dreaming. If you could kill me..."

His words trailed off.

The Ten Hates Elder sneered coldly. "Even if I could kill you, so what?"

The Qilin Swordsman's expression turned grave.

For he had witnessed something unbelievable.

For a moment, he was at a loss for words in response to the Ten Hates Elder.

The Ten Hates Elder, knowing his opponent was young but equally skilled, frowned slightly. "What trick are you playing now? What scheme are you concocting?"

The Qilin Swordsman seemed to snap back to reality, looking at the Ten Hates Elder thoughtfully.

"Let me ask you this: how is your martial arts?"

"..."

The Ten Hates Elder's face darkened, feeling that the Qilin Swordsman was becoming increasingly insufferable.

"Compared to mine, how does it fare?"

The Qilin Swordsman persisted.

"… You're asking knowingly."

"In that case, let's say we're about equal. If I have to be specific, I might just be slightly better."

"… Hmph, you've lost all shame."

"Then let me ask you this: given our martial arts skills, if someone were to approach nearby, would you be able to detect them?"

Initially, Old Man Ten Hatreds paid no heed to the question, but upon reflection, a sneer crept across his lips. "Are you trying to say that someone is standing behind me right now? We've been entangled for over a month, and during this time, you've used every trick in the book. Now it seems you've run out of ideas. How can you utter such absurdity?"

The Qilin Swordsman sighed. "I also find it too absurd, or rather... unbelievable."

"?"

Old Man Ten Hatreds was momentarily stunned, then suddenly heard a cold voice behind him:

"Who did you say you wanted to kill?"

That voice seemed to rise from the depths of hell, instantly piercing his heart.

An inexplicable chill surged through him, and he froze on the spot.

Behind him... there really was someone!

Impossible!

"This is indeed possible."

As if reading Old Man Ten Hatreds' thoughts, the Qilin Swordsman sighed. He could see clearly that it was a person in black, completely concealed except for their eyes, which glinted with a cold, stern light.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

The black-clad figure spoke again, each word like a heavy hammer striking Old Man Ten Hatreds' heart.

Old Man Ten Hatreds could only raise his hand and point at the Qilin Swordsman. "Him!"

"And who else?"

"The kid from the Ziyang Escort Agency."

"Do you have a grudge against them?"

"The murder of my disciple is an irreconcilable enmity!"

"Not necessarily."

"…?"

Old Man Ten Hatreds was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"The murder of your disciple is an irreconcilable enmity, but it can be resolved."

"How can it be resolved?"

"When one dies, the enmity ends. If you die, the enmity naturally disappears."

"You!"

Old Man Ten Hatreds turned abruptly, raising his staff, creating a flurry of shadows. Although he wielded a staff, he employed techniques akin to swordplay, unleashing a fierce aura.

Ordinary people would shudder at such killing intent.

However, the person behind him treated it as nothing, extending a single palm that effortlessly pierced through the staff's shadows.

It wasn't due to skillful technique but because he ignored the staff entirely.

The staff couldn't ignore him, so it snapped with a loud crack.

With that sound, the black-clad figure's palm had already clamped around Old Man Ten Hatreds' throat.

Old Man Ten Hatreds' eyes widened in shock. "Surging Swallow Light… you are…"

Before he could finish, his neck cracked, his head tilted to one side, and he fell lifeless.

The Qilin Swordsman drew a sharp breath. This was bad; Yu Lingxin's pawn was gone. Where would they find another one?

Unexpectedly, the black-clad figure looked up:

"A seven-foot-long mystic light sword, the Yu clan, it has been a long time."

The Qilin Swordsman was stunned. "Why would a seven-foot-long mystic light sword make you think of the Yu clan?"

"What do you think…"

The Qilin Swordsman's eyes flickered, then his face paled as he seemed to realize something:

"It's you!?"