Chapter 261

"Song Chun Gui, now that you have a smooth and prosperous immortal path, and will soon be in charge of the number one sect in the world, do you still remember that you were just a cripple living on the streets with little food to eat?"

Song Chun Gui's face was blue and white* for a while.

"You have no parents, no home, and have a broken arm. Even the orphans who were also living in the street looked down on you. You begged everywhere, robbed food with wild dogs, and collected scraps to satisfy your hunger. If my father hadn't just passed by, saved you, brought you back to Wuliang Sect, and taught you to read, write, cultivate and practice the sword, you would have starved to death long ago. Would you still be here today?"

Song Chun Gui gasped. His eyes were slightly red: "Senior brother is right. Without master, I would not be here today. I can never finish repaying master's life-saving grace and protection."

"Is this how you repay him?" Li Zhi Qing's face was grim, "By competing with his only son for the family’s property?!"

"Senior brother, how many times do you want me to say that I will never have my hands in the Li family’s property, but you can't shoulder the huge responsibilities of the Wuliang Sect."

Li Zhi Qing sneered: "How grateful you are, Song Chun Gui. Unfortunately, no matter how many more dignified excuses you make, we all have a clear mirror in our hearts. Everything you have was given to you by my Li family. Now you want me to give you the leader position of the Wuliang Sect? Fine, but you have to return what my Li family gave you."

"What the hell do you want?"

Li Zhi Qing drew his sword, pointed the blade’s tip at Song Chun Gui's dantian, and said grimly, "Return your cultivation to my Li family."

There was a commotion all around. This Li Zhi Qing was too vicious. He actually wanted Song Chun Gui's golden core?

Song Chun Gui's body stood upright, so the rise and fall of his chest was particularly obvious. His face was tense, but several deep breaths had revealed his anger.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to repay my father for his kindness? You’ve got so much from my Li family. All I want is your cultivation. It's not too much, right? Besides, this was also my father's intention."

Song Chun Gui's pupils contracted and stared straight at Li Zhi Qing. His hand was cracking from gripping the hilt.

Someone from Song Chun Gui's faction finally couldn't take it anymore: "Senior brother Li, do you know what you're saying? You want senior brother Song's golden core? Do you want to be a core stealing demonic cultivator just like master?

"Do not disrespect master." Song Chun Gui gently shouted at that person to stop.

"Senior Brother Song, he wants your golden core!"

"What’s the point of respecting him?" Someone in the crowd snickered, "Is there anyone who doesn't know that Li Bu Yu was a core stealing demonic cultivator? What, if he dares to do it, why can't others say it? If the upper beam is not straight, the lower ones will go aslant*. Does this Lord Li also want to rely on human cores to transform?"

"No, I'm just asking him to return the thing that belongs to my Li family. Song Chun Gui has become what he is today because our Li family took pity on him and saved his life. Now, he wants to rob my Li family's property. I acknowledge I am not his rival, but I want him to return his cultivation to my Li family!" Li Zhi Qing seemed to be too lazy to disguise it. Although he’s denying it on the surface, there was no doubt about what he wanted to do.

There were constant criticisms in the crowd. One after another were lamenting that the unrest of the human and ghost worlds had led to the degeneration of public morals with each passing day. The only son of the number one immortal family wanted to eat human cores openly. Since Li Bu Yu’s notoriety, had he also smashed a pot to pieces just because it’s cracked*?

Xie Bi An could not hide his disgusted expression: "Indeed like father like son."

Fan Wu She snorted coldly: "What's the use of wagging his tongue? He is still no match for Song Chun Gui."

"Not necessarily. Song Chun Gui is a person who values sentiments and righteousness. The more such a person is, the easier it is to be burdened by morality and justice."

"Is he really going to give his core away with just a few words?"

Xie Bi An frowned. He was looking at Song Chun Gui's ghastly pale face and was momentarily worried.

Song Chun Gui lowered his eyes without saying anything. After a moment, he raised his eyes to look at Li Zhi Qing: "Senior brother, you said that this is also master’s intention?"

"Yes. My father trained you all to support me in the future, but you, you take over the nest*. If my father’s spirit knew what you did today, how would he tolerate you?!”

Song Chun Gui's eyes flashed with hidden pain. He said with a trembling voice: "Senior brother Meng, our senior brother died from core theft. If.....master was alive, would I have also followed in their footsteps?"

Li Zhi Qing said sternly: "You dare to slander my father? My father ate Zong Ming He's core out of revenge. Zong Ming He was malicious and duplicitous. He deserved to be punished. I guess you have something to do with Meng Ke Fei and senior brother’s deaths. Especially senior brother. No one can compete with you when he’s dead."

But Song Chun Gui seemed to turn a deaf ear. His eyes were hollow, and he muttered, "Did master raise me just for my core?"

Xie Bi An clenched his fist suddenly. He looked at the pain on Song Chun Gui's face, as if he saw himself a hundred years ago. When he learned that his own father wanted to dig up his core, he was in despair with all hopes turned into dust. He remembered that he once had the idea of cutting his core out for Zong Ming He, not out of foolish filial piety, but to satisfy both parties in this way and completely cut off their relationship between father and son.

He stood up subconsciously. He was holding onto the window lattice with both hands, watching Song Chun Gui nervously. Suddenly, a big hand covered his hand and held it gently.

Fan Wu She lowered his voice: "Big brother, I know what you're thinking, Zong Ming He is not worth your sorrow. It's all in the past. No one can touch your golden core now."

"He indeed doesn't deserve my sorrow, but he's my father." Xie Bi An said softly, "I cultivated so diligently when I was young just wanting to get a word of appreciation from him."

Fan Wu She remembered that scene he saw in his big brother's memory. He only felt heartbroken. His big brother is so nice, yet he was repeatedly hurt. If there was no Zong Ming He, they wouldn’t have any problems between them that couldn’t be solved because of so many misunderstandings.

At this time, Song Chun Gui’s state of mind was comparable to Zong Zi Heng at the beginning. In fact, all kinds of facts had been laid out in front of him, but he was not willing to believe them and had to wait until Li Zhi Qing said it personally, before completely tearing apart his own whitewashed excuses.

"My father raised you in order for you to assist me." Li Zhi Qing snorted coldly and approached Song Chun Gui step by step, "You betrayed and took over the nest. You had a mouth full of humanity, justice and morality, but in fact, you’re disloyal and unfilial. If you really want to repay my father, then return the cultivation that my Li family bestowed upon you!"

"Senior Brother Song, don't listen to his nonsense!" A disciple shouted, "Forcing someone to dig out his core, is our Wuliang Sect still a famous and upright sect?"

Li Zhi Qing pointed at that person and cursed, "You son of a bitch who lives off one person while secretly helping another. You are favored by my Li family, yet you support foreign surnames. You have no right to speak here."

"Li Zhi Qing, y-you are crazy. You don't even think about whether you have the ability to be Wuliang Sect’s leader and let our sect fall into meaningless internal strife for your own selfish desire. If virtue is not worthy of your position, there will be a disaster."

Li Zhi Qing let out an evil laugh and walked towards Song Chun Gui with a few steps. The distance between them was only a sword away: "How about it, junior brother? You are going to take away my Li family's Wuliang Sect. I also want one thing from you, so that you can taste this acute pain. It’s not too much, right?"

Song Chun Gui looked quietly at Li Zhi Qing. His pupils were black, reticent, and flowing with unspeakable emotions. After a long time, he said, "Okay."

"Senior Brother Song!"

"Song Zhen Ren, don't do it."

"Song Zhen Ren, do not be enticed by him!"

"I promise you. I will return the cultivation that my master gave me to you." Song Chun Gui seemed to be downhearted and said calmly word by word, "But not now. Peace has not yet been restored to the human and ghost worlds. I, Song Chun Gui, can still do my part. I swear, after I get rid of the Red Ghost King, I will return my golden core and the position of Wuliang Sect’s leader to senior brother. I will live in seclusion in the mountains and never go out again."

This remark was so extraordinary that no one doubted the authenticity of his oath, which was even more lamentable.

Li Zhi Qing let out a series of chuckles: "Junior brother is really impressive, but it's a pity you can't wait for that day, because I, want, your, core, now."

Song Chun Gui's eyes flashed with a trace of surprise. That pair of black eyes reflected the evil, charming, and dangerous Li Zhi Qing. A huge spiritual pressure burst on the spot without warning. He felt terrified and instinctively wanted to defend against it.

As a top swordsman on earth, his movement was quick, but he was too close to Li Zhi Qing, and the change came too suddenly. He only felt a numbness in his abdomen, and then it was as if an immobilization spell was cast on his body, it was difficult for him to move.

With a cry of surprise and a spurt of blood, he lowered his head and saw a rough ghost hand penetrating his stomach and digging away the golden core that he had cultivated all his life.

Xie Bi An was extremely angry: "Jiang Qu Lian----"

"Li Zhi Qing’s" body instantly shattered into pieces. That was just a puppet, and the evil ghost king in red appeared in front of the public again.

Jiang Qu Lian's bloody ghost claws were holding the golden core soaked in flesh and blood. He looked askance at the dumbfounded Song Chun Gui and smiled disdainfully: "Stupid."

Xie Bi An and Fan Wu She simultaneously flipped out of the window and rushed towards the arena.

Jiang Qu Lian looked up at the two of them. Without any surprise, he raised his foot and stomped on the arena fiercely. The whole arena fell apart. The wooden boards, wooden frame, and drapery all broke apart. It revealed its original appearance.

 

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Blue and white* [青一阵白一阵] --- The color of the face changes due to the ups and downs of emotions such as anger and fear.

If the upper beam is not straight, the lower ones will go aslant*[上梁不正下梁歪]--- If a leader sets a bad example, it will be followed by his subordinates

smashed a pot to pieces just because it’s cracked*[破罐子]--- write oneself off as hopeless and act recklessly

take over the nest*[鸠占鹊巢]--- The turtledove occupies the magpie's nest. —seize another person's home, etc. for oneself;  appropriate for oneself;

 

Edited on 11 July 21 (Emzie)

 

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