"Wuqing, do it!" After slapping the Wuya Temple Master aside, Qiushui Fuyan shouted loudly.
"Stop, I beg you!" Seeing this, the Wuya Temple Master disregarded his injuries, wiped the blood from his mouth, and screamed hysterically.
But with Qiushui Fuyan backing him up, how could Chu Feng care about the Wuya Temple Master's reaction? He raised the Shura Ghost Axe in his hand and swung it down toward Zhu Tianming on the ground.
"Wuqing, if you want to kill someone, kill me instead!!!" What Chu Feng hadn't expected was that the Wuya Temple Master would offer his own life to save Zhu Tianming. Looking at his face now, tears streamed down his aged cheeks, his nose running and his expression utterly pitiful and wretched.
"Kill you? It wasn't you who made the bet with me. Why would I kill you? Give me a reason!" Chu Feng was slightly moved. He never imagined that the Wuya Temple Master — such a shameless, despicable man — could have a selfless side, willing to trade his life for his disciple's.
But even so, Chu Feng wouldn't easily let Zhu Tianming off. He had witnessed firsthand just how detestable this master and disciple had been. Their current pitiful act was most likely just an act. If Qiushui Fuyan hadn't intervened, the one in this wretched position right now would very likely have been him.
"He — he's my son! Tianming and Diguang are my sons! A son's debts are repaid by the father. Kill me, don't kill Tianming!" The Wuya Temple Master begged desperately, even kowtowing to Chu Feng for mercy.
"Whoooosh~~~~~~~~~" The moment these words left his mouth, a massive commotion erupted through the crowd.
"What? Zhu Tianming and Zhu Diguang are the Wuya Temple Master's sons?" Many people were stunned, since this was the first time they had ever heard the Wuya Temple Master had children. From all appearances, he had never married and remained single — how could he possibly have sons?
"So that's it. No wonder he treated Zhu Tianming and Zhu Diguang with such importance, even bringing them along to every occasion. Turns out they're his own sons — that's why he nurtured them so carefully." Some of the sharper minds figured out the whole picture, but after doing so, the looks they cast at the Wuya Temple Master grew even more contemptuous.
"Master, you — what you said — is it true? Are you really our father? Didn't you say our father was long dead?!" Truth be told, it wasn't just outsiders who were stunned — even the two brothers Zhu Tianming and Zhu Diguang themselves were completely dumbfounded.
"Children, I truly am your biological father. But in order to make you focus wholeheartedly on cultivation without relying on me, I lied to you. Everything I did was for your own good."
The Wuya Temple Master wiped away his tears, then slowly stood up and walked toward Chu Feng. However, about ten meters away, he dropped to his knees with a heavy thud and said with utter sincerity: "Kill me. A son's debts are repaid by the father!"
At this moment, Chu Feng felt somewhat moved. Though the Wuya Temple Master and his sons were worthless people, the bond between father and son still touched him. So he didn't continue his attack on Zhu Tianming. Instead, he turned his gaze to Qiushui Fuyan.
The sharp killing intent in Qiushui Fuyan's eyes had vanished — it was clear she too was surprised that someone like the Wuya Temple Master could sacrifice his own life for his son. But she didn't speak openly. Instead, she secretly transmitted her voice to Chu Feng: "If you could choose one thing from him besides his life, what would you want?"
"Senior, if I must choose something in place of his life, I think that Dragon Pattern Sword would do quite nicely." Chu Feng's exceptional hearing had allowed him to catch the discussions around him, and he now knew the Wuya Temple Master's Dragon Pattern Sword was no ordinary weapon. It wasn't an ordinary weapon at all — it was a half-finished King Weapon.
That thing was far superior to his Shura Ghost Axe. Although the Shura Ghost Axe had a special ability to temper one's Mental Power, in terms of raw combat power, it was clearly no match for the Dragon Pattern Sword. With that sword in hand, Chu Feng's combat strength would increase dramatically.
Though Chu Feng already possessed a supreme secret technique for combat purposes, unless it was a critical moment, he still preferred not to use it. Secret techniques were too conspicuous — if someone with ulterior motives found out, it could bring about a deadly catastrophe.
"A half-finished King Weapon. Though it isn't a true King Weapon, it was forged with King-level martial power that only a Martial King can wield. Its power is nothing an ordinary weapon can compare to. That thing is extremely valuable — it's most likely the Wuya Temple Master's most prized possession. You've got quite the eye, kid."
Hearing Chu Feng's words, Qiushui Fuyan smiled faintly but didn't refuse. Instead, she addressed the Wuya Temple Master: "Seeing as he's your own flesh and blood, and you're willing to trade your life for his, I'll give you a chance."
"Give that Dragon Pattern Sword to Chu Feng, then apologize and admit your wrongs. I'll consider today's events as if they never happened."
"What?! You want Master's Dragon Pattern Sword? Dream on!!!" But before the Wuya Temple Master could even respond, Zhu Diguang was the first to roar in outrage.
"That sword was something my Master exchanged countless treasures for and spent enormous effort obtaining! He won't give it to you! Kill us, do whatever you want — but don't you dare covet my Master's Dragon Pattern Sword!" At the same time, even the cowardly Zhu Tianming found some backbone.
"Shut up!" But this time, the Wuya Temple Master flew into a fury. After shouting the two of them down, he extended the Dragon Pattern Sword toward Chu Feng and said: "Young friend Wuqing, my disciple and I were in the wrong before. I hope you'll be magnanimous and give us a chance."
"I hope you can turn over a new leaf. Don't always bully others by flaunting your power. This world is vast, and you are far from being the best in it. Such arrogance will only bring ruin upon yourselves."
Chu Feng accepted the Dragon Pattern Sword with a smile. He could see that the Wuya Temple Master was extremely reluctant to part with it, and he could also tell that this was a fine sword indeed. As expected of a half-finished King Weapon — it was truly nothing like an ordinary weapon.
"Wuqing, Wanshi, let's go. A banquet without Fairy Piaomiao isn't worth staying for." After Chu Feng took the sword, Qiushui Fuyan turned around, and Chu Feng and Jiang Wanshi followed close behind.
But just as they reached the path down the peak, Qiushui Fuyan stopped in her tracks and turned back to the Wuya Temple Master: "You should be grateful that it was me who appeared today, and not Wuqing's Master. Otherwise, let alone you — knowing his temperament, he would have destroyed your entire Wuya Temple."
After delivering these words, Qiushui Fuyan strode away without looking back. As for the Wuya Temple Master, his face had turned ashen, and he was filled with lingering dread. After this ordeal, he truly believed that Chu Feng's background was extraordinary, and he now understood that Chu Feng was not someone to be trifled with.
In truth, it wasn't just him. Nearly everyone present could tell that Qiushui Fuyan's words didn't sound like a joke.
They could also sense that Qiushui Fuyan wasn't merely warning the Wuya Temple Master — she was warning all of them, warning them not to harbor any ill intentions toward Chu Feng. Otherwise, the Wuya Temple Master's fate today would be far from the worst outcome imaginable.