Chapter 114: Kill, Kill, Kill (Second Update)

The Supreme Sword Sect?

Heh!

Jiang Fan strolled forward leisurely, hands clasped behind his back, his feet skimming the waves.

Suddenly, mist rose around him, enveloping him entirely.

“Be careful, this is a demonic technique—possibly a formation!” Lei Chen warned.

Just as he was about to act, a sword light suddenly flashed across the sky, sweeping away the thick fog with a single slash.

Swish...!

The sword light twisted, filling the air with countless sword energies. After a few faint sounds, several black-clad bodies fell from the sky as if materializing out of thin air.

Even beneath the water, two bodies lay dead.

“One sword, six kills!” Lei Chen’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

All six slain were formidable cultivators, yet under that sword light, they were instantly defeated without a chance to resist.

“Truly worthy of being ranked first on the Human List!”

His tone was tinged with complexity, but he couldn’t help but shake his head slightly as he watched Jiang Fan, still walking calmly with his hands behind his back, completely unfazed.

That single sword strike had come from Gongsun Wujian, who had just arrived.

“The sect teaches that ruthlessness means ruthlessness!” Gongsun Wujian said without hesitation upon seeing Jiang Fan surrounded, then inquired, “Haven’t you realized that ruthlessness can transform into compassion?”

Jiang Fan replied coolly, “Let me ask you a question: When a person is born, are they compassionate or ruthless?”

“At birth, a person is a blank slate, which is ruthlessness. This is the origin of the path of ruthlessness. What I seek is not to transform ruthlessness into compassion but to harmonize these opposing forces. Only by uniting opposition can one achieve perfection without flaw.”

“No! At birth, though it appears as a blank slate, there is an innate attachment to the mother, an unconscious search for her. This is the feeling of nurture. Blood flows, the body is formed—how can that be ruthlessness?”

“This...!”

“The root of humanity is not ruthlessness, yet you insist on it—ruthlessness that is cold, that is taken for granted; ruthlessness that denies the kindness of the sect, ruthlessness that neglects even clothing and food. Let me ask you again: If ruthlessness were the ultimate path everyone pursued, what would be the outcome? Bloodlines would sever, the race would end; the world would wither and decay, ultimately dying. Compassion is fundamental; it sustains the cycle of all things.”

As Jiang Fan spoke, he continued forward.

Lei Chen followed, his eyes flickering with confusion, disbelief, and deep contemplation.

This time, Gongsun Wujian didn’t pause but trailed behind silently, his demeanor even more reserved.

“Jiang Fan, I’ve finally found you!” A hoarse voice called from the woods by the shore. Then a figure darted overhead, pressing a palm down, sending thousands of black threads swirling toward Jiang Fan, intent on capturing him alive.

Jiang Fan ignored it completely; even the binding power had no effect on him. Lei Chen, however, stiffened, a sword light bursting from within him as he broke free and prepared to strike, only to see Gongsun Wujian intervene once more.

Pfft...!

One sword cut through the air, severing the Seven Emotions and extinguishing the Six Desires.

“Ruthless Sword? You’re Gongsun Wujian? Ah...!”

The black-clad man cried out but was sliced aside by the sword and fell, revealing his true face.

“That’s Liu Yuan, a great demon who reached the Nascent Soul realm five years ago!” Lei Chen recognized him immediately and glanced at Gongsun Wujian in amazement. “What a ruthless sword from the Supreme Sword Sect—when the sword strikes, there is no compassion, no mercy!”

The smile on Jiang Fan’s face vanished in an instant.

Gongsun Wujian leapt to stand before him, looking him straight in the eye. “What you’ve said along the way seems reasonable, but I can’t quite grasp it yet. Still, you have moved my sword heart. Whether compassion or ruthlessness, could you withstand my sword just now?”

“I’ll grant you a sword!” Jiang Fan said without hesitation, raising his right arm and pointing his finger like a sword toward his opponent.

Two sword intents intertwined at his fingertip, the Tai Chi symbol spinning, melding into one, eventually condensing into a single point of starlight!

That tiny point of starlight made Lei Chen’s pupils contract sharply, and he instinctively retreated hundreds of meters.

Opposite him, Gongsun Wujian’s expression shifted slightly.

Swoosh...!

His longsword hummed as he summoned ruthless sword intent to block, but the single sharp point shattered it completely.

Finally, the point landed between Gongsun Wujian’s eyes.

“Life and death perfectly merged—how did you manage that?”

Brilliant light exploded from Gongsun Wujian’s eyes, and his entire body trembled with excitement.

“Life and death together form a cycle—that is perfection. How can there be death without life? Having comprehended the realm of death, to advance further one must understand the realm of life. Life and death depend on each other; that is true mastery!” Jiang Fan said. “The Supreme Sword Sect—what does ‘Supreme’ mean? It means yin and yang. Everything in the world has yin and yang; they rely on each other, the Tai Chi wheel spins round, the great path transforms and flows ceaselessly. To put it simply: where there is a man, there is a woman; where there is heaven, there is earth. Understand?”

“Somewhat...”

“You still don’t get it! What you understand as ruthlessness is merely ruthlessness; compassion is simply compassion—they are opposites!”

“Then I will follow you from now on!” Gongsun Wujian said. “Until I understand.”

“You’re teachable!” Jiang Fan nodded with satisfaction.

They drifted down the river, and soon before them surged endless waves.

They had reached the mouth of the Red River.

In the center of the river mouth stood a platform supported by four pillars, steadfast against the rushing waters.

The stone platform was thirty zhang in diameter, with a pillar etched from top to bottom bearing a single line: “Life and Death Arena—Ascend to witness life and death!”

Beneath the inscription, a man was tied up—Jiang Shan.

The third son of the Jiang family, his head hanging limply, clearly unconscious.

Jiang Fan frowned and examined carefully, finding no formation traps on the platform. With a flash, he landed upon it.

“Damn it!”

He ground out through clenched teeth.

Jiang Shan’s tendons and ligaments had been severed.

Jiang Fan cut the ropes and tossed the man toward Lei Chen. “Take care of him!”

“Got it!” Lei Chen caught him and retreated, producing a pill which he administered to Jiang Shan, circulating his true energy to refine it.

Meanwhile, Gongsun Wujian stood silently on the other side, sword in hand.

Jiang Fan watched him and scanned their surroundings, a cruel smile curling on his lips. “You called me here, so I came. Now, you should come out!”

No movement, as if all were watching cautiously.

“I carry the complete inheritance of the Wusheng Sword Sect—first come, first served!” he added.

The atmosphere grew turbulent, yet no one appeared.

“If no one comes out, then I’m leaving!” Jiang Fan declared.

At that moment, two figures raced toward the platform from different directions—one landing at the southeast corner, the other at the northeast.

One was a young man; the other, middle-aged.

The young man glanced at the older, displeased but stepped forward. “I am Tao Cheng, the eldest disciple of the Hidden God Sect, ranked third on the Human List. My sole purpose here is to reclaim the Stasis Mirror. It is our sect’s treasured artifact and cannot be lost. Jiang Fan, hand it over!”

“Tao Cheng of the Hidden God Sect? Very well!” Jiang Fan nodded, then looked at the middle-aged man. “And you? What brings you—old grudges or a desire for my inheritance?”

“I am Chen Guang, father of Chen Hao!” The middle-aged man’s face was filled with murderous intent. “He was my only son, a prodigy nurtured by our sect—yet you killed him. Tell me, why else would I come?”

“Killed the young, so the old must die as well—that’s only fair,” Jiang Fan nodded, then turned to Tao Cheng. “Life and Death Arena, life and death arena! Step onto the platform and face life and death! Threaten me with your sect? Tao Cheng, I’ll show you what cruelty truly is, what fearlessness means! Hidden God Sect? Hmph!”

His voice faded as one sword rent the sky.

“You really dare to strike?” Tao Cheng’s expression changed, attempting to evade, but horror dawned as the sword already reached his brow.

Pfft...!

The Human List’s third-ranked powerhouse was cleaved in two by a single sword.

“This...!” Chen Guang felt an unprecedented threat and summoned his longsword, unleashing the ultimate technique of the Divine Sword Sect: Myriad Swords Returning to the Sect.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, this formed a torrent of sword energy meant to annihilate Jiang Fan.

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