Of the ten major races, no one would willingly offend the Literary Clan unless absolutely necessary!
But now...
It's the Literary Clan, it's Shui Yunjun's being unreasonable!
Such Dao of Hegemony behavior must be severely condemned! Absolutely condemned!
"Do you want to make enemies of all ten clans? For this brat, Shui Yunjun, as the usually composed patriarch of the Literary Clan, do you know what you're doing? Have you gone mad?!"
The Ghost Emperor angrily rebuked him.
"I wouldn't mind turning ten clans into eight. Oh, and if you include the deceased Spirit Clan Chief Gu Tao, the title of Seven Clans in the Dao Realm sounds quite fitting."
Shui Yunjun smiled slightly.
Yan Ming angrily demanded, "Do you know what you're doing? Give me a reason! What's your reason?!"
Shui Yunjun said, "I don't need a reason to do things."
The Ghost Emperor stepped forward, his imposing aura overwhelming, and asked, "Are you protecting him?"
Shui Yunjun's phoenix eyes flickered, her gaze cold. "Yes, today, Xie Feng, the Literary Clan will protect you! Are you not convinced?"
The Ghost Emperor said, "I refuse to accept this!!"
Shui Yunjun remained expressionless. She took the Cherished Wine Cup from Xie Feng's hand, turned around, and slashed down with her sword. The Sword-Ray shot out and pierced through the Ghost Emperor's heart!
Clean and efficient!
Not a single unnecessary movement!
The Sword Intent surged forth, its Keeping Watch power displaying an overwhelming force that shook the heavens and the earth. In her hands, the Cherished Wine Cup Sword displayed a power a thousand times stronger than in Xie Feng's hands!
thump!
The Ghost Emperor collapsed to his knees, his flesh and blood bursting open as he abruptly perished. His body transformed into countless wisps of smoke, scattering into the towering mountains...
Yan Ming and the others were horrified!
Yan Ming glared at him and said, "You actually killed him! He was the patriarch of the Ghost Clan! You have broken the balance between the ten major races, beware of karmic retribution!"
Shui Yunjun raised her hand, tucking a strand of hair that had been blown by the wind behind her ear. Her expression was indifferent. "I don't care!"
Yan Ming frowned deeply, his eyes bloodshot, and suddenly pointed at Xie Feng, asking, "Who exactly is he? Is he worth you tearing apart our relationship?!"
Shui Yunjun said, "I don't know him!"
Yan Ming: "???"
He was completely stunned. He didn't even know her, yet she killed someone for him?!
Shui Yunjun continued, "But... I'm going to protect him!"
Yan Ming: "..."
this...
Where is justice?!
Xie Feng, standing to the side, could only manage a wry smile, at a loss for words.
Shui Yunjun looked at Yan Ming, "Now, it's your turn!"
Having said that, a surging aura swept in, the wind whipped through the long forest, and the world was plunged into Eternal Night night!
The pressure from the Dao Ancestor Realm directly assaulted everyone's souls!
Snap!
A bead of cold sweat slid down Yan Ming's forehead and hit the ground!
He took a slight step back, then suddenly shouted, "Wait! I have something to say!"
Shui Yunjun said calmly, "Speak!"
As Yan Ming retreated, he said, "I have never harmed Xie Feng! Nor have I ever participated in the Flame Island conflict! My association with the Ghost Emperor and Gu Tao was purely due to making the wrong friends!"
"In the previous war, the Blaze Clan only provided one Emperor Sword, and it was destroyed! I have elderly parents and young children to support; I don't want to risk my life!"
As he was talking, he suddenly turned around and ran away!
"Chief! Wait for us!"
The three elders of the Blaze Clan shouted in panic.
"Me too!"
A Ghost Clan elder whose arm had been severed by Xie Feng earlier also hurriedly followed.
He had only taken two steps when the Blaze Clan elder turned around, and the three of them joined forces to kill the Ghost Clan elder with a single palm strike!
"Brother, I'm sorry! You've been unfriendly to us by following us!"
After the Blaze Clan elder finished speaking, he quickly fled.
Having witnessed all of this, Xie Feng shook his head and sneered. When it comes to personal gain, all friendships are nothing but paper tigers...
Shui Yunjun raised her eyes, watching the disappearing figures of Yan Ming and the other three, and whispered, "Was what Yan Ming said true?"
Xie Feng said, "It's true!"
Shui Yunjun coldly snorted, "After this incident, I think the Blaze Clan will not make any further moves!"
Xie Feng laughed and said, "With the Literary Clan as a powerful backer, can't I just walk around the Dao Realm with my head held high?"
Shui Yunjun chuckled softly, turning her gaze to Xie Feng. "I thought you were a very arrogant person just now, but now it seems you have a good sense of self-awareness."
Xie Feng raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"To the enemy, you refer to yourself as 'this one,' but to me, you humbly refer to yourself as 'Xie.' You speak to people in a human language and to ghosts in a ghost language. You've mastered the art of knowing how to strike a balance!"
"Haha, that's the way to live!"
Did your master teach you that?
"No!"
"That's true. Someone as arrogant as him never knows the meaning of humility."
Shui Yunjun blinked her eyelashes and smiled faintly.
Xie Feng cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much for today!"
Shui Yunjun nodded slightly, looked down at Cherished Wine Cup Sword, glanced at Xie Feng, and returned the sword.
Xie Feng asked, " The Cherished Wine Cup Sword was passed down to me by my master, and only I can use it, but... its power is even stronger in your hands! It seems to be a perfect whole! Why?!"
Shui Yunjun laughed, "This sword is mine! And the inlaid fire seed is mine too!"
Xie Feng was startled!
She continued, "Do you know why I asked about your master first? Because I have a past with your master! More than 400 years ago, the Literary Clan was in turmoil for ten years. Under such circumstances, my brother met your master by chance."
"At that time, Marquis of Mo Yang was riding a white horse with golden bridle, handsome and dashing, as dazzling and powerful as the sun. I fell in love with him at first sight, and he seemed to be interested in me as well. Soon after, we confessed our feelings to each other!"
"However, as the war intensified, my brother died in battle! The internal strife deepened once again, and I was elected as the new clan leader. Your master, Marquis of Mo Yang of the Literary Clan, willingly became my strategist, helping me to quell the internal strife and expand our territory, allowing the Literary Clan to widen the gap with the ten clans and occupy a dominant position!"
"But... the good times didn't last long. On that day, when I was watching the sunrise with Marquis of Mo Yang, ten thousand bolts of lightning suddenly appeared on the horizon. The momentum was unprecedented, powerful, and terrifying, as if they could destroy the entire world if they fell!"
"When the thunder appeared, Marquis of Mo Yang was very nervous. He looked at the rolling thunderclouds and said that he couldn't be implicated. Then he walked towards the thunder and disappeared completely!"
"Thunder and Marquis of Mo Yang parted ways. After they disappeared, a spark fell from the sky—it was the Spirit Thunder Emperor Fire! I carved a poem on that spark to express my longing... I threw the spark into the sky, naively hoping it would reach him, but the spark was swallowed by the sea and never returned..."
"Until recently, I sensed that familiar, long-lost aura! So I followed it! I wasn't wrong, it really was that spark!"
Shui Yunjun became somewhat agitated.
Xie Feng gazed at the Cherished Wine Cup Sword and asked, "What's the story behind this sword?"
"This is the token of love I gave to your master back then!"
"A token of love...?"
Xie Feng murmured something under his breath.
His lips twitched slightly.
Ah, this...
Another female confidante?!