Break All Seventy-Two Forms of the Evil-Warding Swordplay
The next morning, at daybreak.
Inside Changsha Prefecture, in the largest room at the Lucky Inn—the Heaven-class room—the morning light filtered through the carved wooden window, casting a broad patchwork of shadows across the blue-brick floor.
"..."
At that moment, Yue Buqun sat upright in a grand armchair, his gray-brown robe spotless. His long fingers lightly rubbed the rim of his teacup as he drank his tea and listened to his excited daughter, Yue Lingshan, tell him what she had seen and heard the night before.
Though he had already heard from his eldest disciple, Linghu Chong, what had happened last night, he still hadn't sent his daughter away. Instead, he pretended to listen with great interest.
"..."
Meanwhile, Ning Zhongze tidied their luggage nearby, paying no mind to the father and daughter enjoying their conversation.
Just then!
Bang—!
"Master!"
"Madam!"
Linghu Chong didn't even knock. He flung the door open and rushed in, clutching a freshly printed copy of the Martial World Monthly, still fragrant with ink, and shouting,
"Something's happened!"
"Master!"
"Please take a look!"
As he spoke, he ignored Yue Buqun's displeased look and respectfully handed him the issue of the Martial World Monthly, which he had just obtained outside.
"..."
Yue Buqun furrowed his brow, but didn't reprimand him too harshly. He set down his teacup and took the paper, his gaze sweeping over the large headline on the front page: <Infamous Tian Boguang Finally Executed; Young Hero Linghu Defeats the Evil-Warding Swordplay>.
He paused, then continued reading. As he did, his expression gradually grew grave.
"Father!"
"What does it say?"
Seeing this, Yue Lingshan shamelessly leaned over to read along.
She quickly found the article, which said:
<Infamous Tian Boguang Finally Executed; Young Hero Linghu Defeats