Spring Breeze Scatters

If Su Yao were to truly exterminate all three of them, wouldn't that be openly defying the Mountain God's words and offending the Mountain God as well? This is definitely not something a rational person would do.

What's even more suspicious is that the other party seemed to know all about the secret that the Song Household had a long-standing relationship with Cang Mountain.

Knowing this, it's hard to believe that the killing was solely for revenge.

All signs point to one possibility: something they don't know about has already happened.

Now even the mountain god won't protect him.

My thoughts raced, but ultimately they turned into a few bitter laughs.

Then, he bowed respectfully to Su Yao, took out the bead, removed his outer feather robe, and took out a palm-leaf fan and a wooden hairpin, saying softly:

"One Spirit Treasure and three Spirit Artifact, I hope the Abbot will accept them. I only beg the Abbot to spare the lives of my Song Household in light of today's events."

Having said that, a Xun Wind lifted the four treasures and steadily delivered them to Su Yao.

Su Yao remained silent for a moment, then reached out and took the palm-leaf fan:

"I'll accept this palm-leaf fan as payment. As for the rest..."

Before he could finish speaking, Heyin's heart tightened, and he hurriedly interrupted:

"Abbot, please do not refuse!"

Upon hearing this, Su Yao was both amused and exasperated, and shook his head, saying:

"You're overthinking it. The mountain god has already sent some things. I don't need them anymore. I'll present them to the mountain god later and see what he decides to do with them."

After saying this, he couldn't help but laugh at himself: his reputation was probably completely ruined.

For the sake of the great cause and the future of Qixia Temple, one might as well forgo a little fame for personal gain.

Upon hearing the words "Mountain God," Heyin's previously dull eyes suddenly lit up, and the bitterness on his face gradually faded.

He slowly raised his right hand, Xun Wind surged from his palm, condensing and not dissipating, transforming into a bluish-green wind sword.

The sword was translucent, reflecting his aged face.

He lowered his head and stared at the wind sword, remaining silent for a long time.

After a long silence, he finally smiled and said:

"I should have passed away peacefully in ignorance throughout my life. But a year before my lifespan was about to end, the shadows that had clouded my mind inexplicably dissipated, and I was fortunate enough to enter the Purple Mansion Realm."

"But the path to the Great Way has long been severed. In the end, it was greed that caused all this trouble. The Confucian School extended an olive branch, and I accepted it, almost severing the generations-old friendship between Cang Mountain and my family in the process."

He raised his head, looked towards the direction of Cang Mountain, and burst into laughter. His laughter held no bitterness, only a sense of relief.

"Only today do I understand that it wasn't the mountain god who wronged my family, but my Song Household who wronged the mountain god."

Another thought surfaced in his mind, as light as dust, yet impossible to shake off. It was a pity that he ultimately failed to die in his clan.

He cultivated himself for a lifetime, only to die a violent death in the wilderness.

So be it.

He closed his eyes, raised his right hand suddenly, and the Xun Wind Sword pierced his brow without hesitation.

The moment the sword pierced his body, there was no blood. Only a blue wind poured in from his forehead, unstoppable, instantly penetrating his Purple Mansion Dharma Body and entering the Rising Yang Mansion.

Above the Spirit Platform, the Divine Ability that had been sitting cross-legged for many years trembled slowly, followed by gentle spring breezes.

This sword strike embodies the Way of Xun Wind) that he has followed throughout his life.

The Divine Ability did not dodge.

A moment later, his Divine Ability powers collapsed, his Spirit Platform crumbled, and his Rising Yang shattered inch by inch. His spiritual energy of Xun Wind, having lost its last restraint, surged out of his body like water released from a dam.

That wind was the spring breeze.

There was no violent surge of the Kan Water Mujian, nor the rampant rage of the Xuanping Geng Metal energy. The wind simply blew gently, carrying a faint scent of grass and trees, spreading in all directions across the Great Void.

His physical form gradually became transparent in the wind, like a thin sheet of paper soaked in light. First his limbs, then his torso, and finally his white hair, each strand turning into a bluish light spot, vanishing with the wind.

There was no devastating collapse, no scattering of fragments.

He simply dissipated, little by little, in the wind.

The Great Void space, spanning thousands of miles, was filled with this gentle spring breeze. In the wind were birdsong, the fragrance of flowers, and the dampness of the morning mist in the mountains— the Cang Mountain of his memory, the place he should have returned to.

The gentle spring breeze did not dissipate; instead, it penetrated the boundaries of the Great Void, surged into the mortal world, and transformed into a silent rain, nourishing the land for hundreds of miles below.

Su Yao stood in the wind, silent for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh.

His intention in making this move was indeed to kill all three of them, leaving none alive.

While allowing Heyin to commit suicide was possible, it wasn't entirely his intention.

The story begins a day ago.

That day, he found Li Chaoxue and Ni Polu and discussed joining forces.

Just then, the Mountain God of Cang Mountain also arrived.

At first, the mountain god simply sat quietly to one side and did not say much.

After Su Yao and the two had reached an agreement, the mountain god finally spoke:

"I had a very good personal relationship with the Song Household ancestor. I would be grateful if the abbot would intervene and kill Heyin."

Su Yao was taken aback. Before he could ask a question, the mountain god's face showed displeasure, and his tone carried a hint of reproach:

"As the Lord oversees all matters Proclaiming Earth, do I really need to point out the key details?"

Upon hearing this, Su Yao's mind raced, and he instantly understood the mountain god's intention.

Heyin has already sided with the Confucian School, and the mountain god must know this and be displeased.

If Heyin were alive, the Song Household would be dragged into the abyss sooner or later. At that time, let alone protecting the clan, it is possible that the entire family would be wiped out.

However, if Heyin dies at Su Yao's hands, the Song Household can use this as an excuse to stay away from the mountain. With the mountain god secretly protecting them, they might be able to find a glimmer of hope in this great calamity.

The mountain god wanted him to kill, but in reality, he wanted him to stop the killing with killing and save the entire Song Household.

The mountain god's condition was that two spiritual objects be offered as payment for the service.

Su Yao was already quite hesitant after learning that the mountain god had a past relationship with the Song Household. Killing him might offend the mountain god; not killing him would be like having a fishbone stuck in his throat.

Now that they can kill Heyin in a legitimate way and also gain a favor from the mountain god, it couldn't be better.

They weren't afraid of implicating the Nanzhao Royal Family because of this. Although the mountain god was backed by the royal family, the Song Household had a private relationship with him.

Finally, the mountain god added one more instruction:

"The Song Household and I were very close friends before Heyin joined the Confucian School. Of the few treasures he possessed, aside from that palm-leaf fan, they were all left to me by my long-deceased old friend. I hope the Abbot will consider my past and return these relics to the Song Household, thus fulfilling my duty to my deceased friend."

At this point, the mountain god paused, a rare hint of melancholy appearing in his voice:

"Furthermore, if it is convenient for the abbot, please give him some face."

Su Yao was reluctant to agree, since he would need Liu Yunhe and the other four to provide him with many Spirit Artifact in the future, and it would be a pity to return the Spirit Treasure now that it was in front of him.

But at that moment, a thought stirred in his mind, and he secretly used the Prism to probe the mountain god. Upon this probe, he immediately understood.

This mountain god is probably only one step away from completely aligning with the Cang Mountain Talisman and achieving the realm of the Divine Core Perfected One.

So he agreed without further hesitation.

At this moment, Su Yao withdrew his thoughts and put away the Xun Wind Pearl, the feather robe, and the wooden hairpin one by one. He also carefully placed the palm-leaf fan aside. This was his reward, which he had already agreed upon with the mountain god.

A burst of rosy light enveloped his figure, and he swiftly fled towards Zheng Qingci's location.