Chapter 1289: Chapter 740 Conspiracy_3
“The higher-ups of the Sever Gold Sect, various families, including the Jin family’s elders—under all kinds of restraint, this matter cannot proceed for now…”
“My father blas everything on , thinking it’s my fault he can’t beco Sect Leader.”
Jin Yicai’s expression contorted slightly. “Does he even reflect on it? If he truly had the capability, these seventy years ago, he would have already ascended by now.”
“Who knows what he’s been doing all these years? And now, at the last critical step, he blas for ruining his big opportunity?”
“Tell , is this even my fault?”
Jin Yicai’s gaze turned venomous. “If it hadn’t been for that despicable Gu Changhuai ddling in my business, catching red-handed, listing my cris, and reporting them to the Taoist Court, would I have fallen to this state? Forced to endure my father’s scolding, shad utterly, and confined to this cave residence?”
“It’s downright laughable…” Jin Yicai sneered coldly. “My father and the others, they always preach about the worthlessness of common lives, saying human lives are re grass, that it’s unnecessary to consider so people as equal to us. Treating them as cattle horses would suffice. And we, as the offspring of the Jin family, are naturally born superior, far removed from ordinary people, different in destiny.”
“But what happened? I believed those words. I treated human lives like grass. I indeed stood above others. Yet all I did was direct so lackeys to eliminate a few insignificant beings, refine a few batches of pills—not even dirtying my own hands.”
“My father, my grandfather—suddenly they righteously rebuke , claiming my mindset is skewed, not following the Righteous Dao…”
Jin Yicai sneered incessantly. “Absolutely absurd!”
The tall cultivator’s pupils slightly contracted. He spoke with indifference, “Do not defa your family’s elders in the presence of outsiders.”
Saying so, he glanced at Jin Gui.
Jin Gui imdiately hung his head low, pretending not to have heard anything.
He knew, despite sharing the surna “Jin,” he was not truly considered part of the Jin family in their eyes. He was rely slightly better than grass and cattle horses.
Jin Yicai also realized he had misspoken, but his expression remained frosty, unwilling to appear contrite.
Nevertheless, toward his steady yet ruthless “cousin,” whom he had grown up with, his heart remained a mixture of closeness and reverence.
“Brother, what should we do now?” Jin Yicai’s face was exceptionally grim. “I’ve already suffered my father’s cold shoulder. If I provoke greater calamity this ti, my father would undoubtedly beat to death!”
The tall cultivator saw Jin Yicai’s apprehensive deanor, with tinges of fear. His gaze slightly tightened as he slowly nodded and said:
“Then do not act hastily. Lie low for now and act covertly.”
“The matter with Taixu Gate—we’ll settle it later.”
“Good!” Jin Yicai gritted his teeth. “And Gu Changhuai and the Gu family too!”
Jin Yicai’s gaze turned ominous. “On the day I was captured, aside from Gu Changhuai and the Gu family’s minions, there was also so little brat from Taixu Gate who used that vile and disgusting Water Prison Technique!”
“Had it not been for his Water Prison Technique, I might have managed to escape that day.”
“Being confined to this cave, I haven’t had the chance to send soone to investigate his origins. I don’t even know which family he belongs to.”
“The next ti I encounter him, I will tear that Water Prison Technique bastard into pieces to sate my fury!”
“No, tearing him apart would be too rciful…”
Jin Yicai’s eyes turned frigid. “I’ll sacrifice him alive, feed him to the Demon Refining Diagram, and let him suffer the tornt of being devoured by a thousand demons, consud by evil thoughts, dying in indescribable agony, his soul obliterated, beyond reincarnation!”
Jin Yicai’s handso face began to gradually distort.
The tall cultivator shook his head slightly.
His cousin harbored far too strong a desire for revenge.
Such a volatile temperant, revealing joy and anger so openly—how could one remain composed when facing significant events?
Was Tao Cultivation supposed to be this easily achieved?
If it hadn’t been for his fortunate birth, a father of high rank and status, a mother ridiculously indulgent and protective, he likely would have died countless tis by now.
Still, he remains useful for now—and highly so…
Clad in a Sever Gold Taoist Robe, the tall and imposing cultivator silently glanced at Jin Yicai beside him, his gaze deep.
…
“Sever Gold Sect backed down?”
Inside Taixu Gate, Mo Hua looked rather astonished.
Cheng Mo nodded. “Indeed, they’ve turned into a bunch of turtles hiding in their shells, not showing their faces at all.”
Having said this, Cheng Mo grabbed a massive roasted pork knuckle and started gnawing on it.
It was midday, and a group of disciples was gathered in the dining hall, eating spiritual als in lively camaraderie.
Mo Hua furrowed his brows slightly.
Sothing seed off…
This didn’t seem at all like the Sever Gold Sect’s usual style.
He had thought Sever Gold Sect was petty, vindictive, and relentless, bound to feud endlessly with them.
Even if they couldn’t win, they would surely persist with annoying provocations.
Yet unexpectedly, they had backed down so decisively.
“Let’s monitor them for a while, keeping wary of tricks,” Mo Hua advised.
“Understood!” Cheng Mo nodded.
Over the following period, Refining Demon Mountain remained calm and uneventful. Not a single Sever Gold Sect disciple appeared to provoke them.
Mo Hua finally confird that Sever Gold Sect had seemingly given up on competing with Taixu Gate within the mountain.
Of course, there remained one exception.
That exception was Song Jian.
One day, while Mo Hua was entering the mountain, Song Jian and seven or eight others ambushed him.
Yet Mo Hua felt no fear.
Because now, in the Outer Mountain of Refining Demon Mountain, one whistle from him could summon seventeen or eighteen Taixu Gate disciples.
What’s more, seven or eight Foundation Building Middle Phase cultivators were powerless to block him.
Song Jian pointed at Mo Hua, furious:
“I know it now—you’re Mo Hua!”
“You’re the one who stole my Sever Gold Sword!”
“Cheng Mo, that big oaf, isn’t the leader here—you’re the one!”
“You’re their ‘Junior Brother’!”
Mo Hua looked slightly surprised. This fool… wasn’t as dim-witted as he imagined?
“And so?” Mo Hua asked.
Song Jian bristled with rage. “Return my Sever Gold Sword, or you’re dead for sure!”
Mo Hua pondered briefly and asked:
“If I return your sword, will you stop bothering ?”
Song Jian initially wanted to snarl, “Of course not.”
The grudge between them ran deep.
But since the Spirit Sword was still in Mo Hua’s possession, and considering “one must bow beneath the eaves,” Song Jian suppressed his fury and said, “If you return my Sever Gold Sword, all prior grudges will be forgiven.”
“Alright!”
Mo Hua agreed readily.
He hadn’t originally planned to return it.
But reconsidering, he realized he had extrapolated the Gold-Cutting Sword Formation from Song Jian’s Sword Qi and tested the effectiveness of the Gold-Cutting Armor using him.
Song Jian had inadvertently provided imnse help to him.
Though the man himself likely remained unaware.
Having received such help, he figured a gesture of reciprocity wouldn’t hurt.
Mo Hua tossed over a twisted, blackened blade, its edges warped and the body shattered—”scrap tal.”
“There, returned,” Mo Hua said.
Song Jian took the scrap tal, his face boiling with anger. “I want my Sever Gold Sword—what is this rubbish?!”
Mo Hua sighed and revealed the harsh truth:
“This IS your Sever Gold Sword…”
Song Jian lowered his gaze and noticed the familiar sword patterns etched on its remains. That sense of connection he felt while holding it—so distinct—hit him like thunder.
“This IS your Sever Gold Sword…”
The words echoed repeatedly in his ears.
Song Jian stood there, dazed, his face pale as stone weathered by countless storms.
When he finally regained his senses, he began to rage.
“I’ll kill you!!”
Song Jian grasped the sword and scanned the vicinity, but by then, no sign of Mo Hua remained.
Mo Hua had already fled to so obscure corner.
With fury surging through him, and his whole body trembling, Song Jian roared toward the heavens:
“Damn you, Mo Hua! This life and the next, I swear to never reconcile with you!!”
“…No coexistence under the sa sky!!!”
The roar reverberated across Refining Demon Mountain.
Walking leisurely along the trails, Mo Hua heard it but paid no heed.
Though Song Jian’s cultivation wasn’t weak and his swordsmanship decent, compared to soone who had gutted the Fire Buddha, it was just laughable.
Should he truly wish to exploit Song Jian, countless thods ca to mind.
Besides, as a Sever Gold Sect disciple, Song Jian’s conflicts with Taixu Gate were trifling; he hardly t the threshold of truly unforgivable evil.
If, soday, Song Jian indeed tread the path of unforgivable sin and foolishly stood against him, Mo Hua would certainly retaliate without rcy.
But that was sothing for the future.
For now, Mo Hua had more pressing matters to attend to.
At present, a substantial chunk of the Outer Mountain area of Refining Demon Mountain had co under Taixu Gate’s control.
As luck had it, Mo Hua happened to be on the mountain and intended to practice the “Divine Sense Sword Control” technique.
He wanted to test his Sword Control’s power, speed, and reach—then refine flying swords tailored to the skill.
On this day of Rest Week, Mo Hua woke early, gathered several broken swords obtained from Master Gu, and headed straight to Refining Demon Mountain.
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