PFC Chapter 194 Death
Chapter 194 Death
Luo Shu smiled slightly, put away the flying golden sword, and replied calmly:
"Me? I'm just a nobody in the wilderness."
"Nobody?"
Huang Long Zhenren frowned, obviously not satisfied with this answer, "You have such a powerful strength and such a precious spiritual treasure, how could you be an unknown person?"
Luo Shu shook his head slightly, still maintaining that indifferent smile on his face, and said loudly:
"Since you want to know so much, then I will tell you since you are about to die."
He paused and continued:
"Listen carefully. I am the disciple of the Jiejiao Jinling Holy Mother, and my master is the Shangqing Saint Tongtian Sect Master."
When Master Huanglong heard this, his expression instantly became extremely shocked.
He widened his eyes and looked at Luo Shu in disbelief, as if he had heard some earth-shattering news.
"Jiejiao... Golden Spirit Mother... Tongtian Sect Master... Luoshu..."
Zhenren Huanglong muttered to himself, his voice filled with shock and fear.
"You...you are actually Luo Shu, a disciple of Jiejiao!"
Master Huanglong finally couldn't help but exclaimed, his voice full of disbelief.
Luo Shu nodded slightly, with a playful arc at the corner of his mouth.
He stared at Master Huanglong calmly, his voice revealing a hint of confidence and pride:
"Yes, what's the matter? You haven't heard of my name in Kunlun Mountain?"
"That shouldn't be the case. Your senior brother, Taiyi Zhenren, died in my hands once."
"Guangchengzi and Chijingzi were also beaten to a pulp by me. Have you never heard them say anything about me?"
When Master Huanglong heard this, he was shocked. How could he not have heard of the name of Luoshu?
This name has long been a taboo in the orthodox teachings. Whenever it is mentioned, everyone from the master Yuanshi Tianzun to his fellow disciples have expressions of anger and dissatisfaction.
They all knew that although Luo Shu was only the third-generation disciple of the Jiejiao, he was extremely powerful and had profound cultivation, making him a formidable rival of their second-generation disciples of the Chenjiao.
No wonder I felt inexplicably familiar when I first heard the name. It turned out that the person in front of me was the third-generation disciple of the Jiejiao mentioned by my master - Luo Shu.
Huang Long Zhenren took a deep breath and tried to calm the shock in his heart. He raised his head and looked directly at Luo Shu, his voice trembling a little:
"Luo Shu... I have naturally heard of your name. In the Chan Sect, your name has almost become a taboo that no one dares to mention."
"Every time we hear your name, the brothers and sisters in the Chan Sect feel angry and helpless."
Hearing this, Luo Shu couldn't help but burst into laughter, and that laughter was full of freedom and uninhibitedness:
"Haha, it seems that you, the Chan Sect, think highly of me."
After a pause, Luo Shu's laughter gradually stopped, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he continued:
"But who can be blamed for this? If anyone is to blame, blame you, the second generation disciples of the Chan Sect, for your poor cultivation and lack of skills."
Huang Long Zhenren took a deep breath, stared at Luo Shu with complicated eyes, and his voice was filled with a hint of helplessness and determination:
"Luo Shu, although you and I belong to different sects, according to seniority, you should still address me as your uncle."
"Since we are from the same sect, why don't we both take a step back and make peace with each other?"
After hearing this, Luo Shu raised his lips with a playful arc, shook his head, and said leisurely:
"Uncle Huang Long, your words really embarrass me. Although I respect you as my elder, I have already said before the competition that life and death are up to fate and depend on one's ability."
"Today's matter concerns the integrity of the bet between you and me. How can I let you go so easily?"
Huang Long Zhenren frowned and sighed:
"Luo Shu, why are you so persistent? Those three monsters are just small monsters. They are no big deal to you or me."
"So, if you want to let them go, I will leave and not interfere in this matter anymore."
Hearing this, Luo Shu's expression changed slightly, he snorted, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"Uncle Master, your words are a bit biased. If you could defeat me, I'm afraid you wouldn't say it so lightly, right?"
He shook his head and continued:
"People who follow the teachings of the Chan school have always regarded themselves as righteous and have always valued benevolence, righteousness and morality."
"However, in my opinion, you are hypocritical and sanctimonious."
"They keep talking about morality, but in reality they act for their own benefit, which is selfish."
After hearing this, Master Huanglong felt as if his heart was hit by a heavy hammer, and a bitter feeling surged in his heart.
He looked at Luoshu deeply, and his eyes, which had been baptized by the years, were full of helplessness and emotion about the grievances and entanglements between the orthodox and unorthodox sects.
Zhenren Huanglong understood that Luoshu’s prejudice against the Chan school was not something that happened overnight, but was the result of misunderstandings and estrangements that had accumulated over a long period of time.
But at this moment, in order to survive and to resolve the conflict between the two sides, Master Huanglong decided to try again.
He sighed softly, with a hint of sincerity in his tone:
"Brother Luoshu, you misunderstood. The people of the Chan Sect are not as hypocritical as you think."
"What we uphold is the true morality, which is to follow the way of heaven and pursue the practice of simplicity."
Huang Long Zhenren paused and continued:
"I know that there is a deep grudge between the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect. In the process of getting along with each other, there are too many misunderstandings and barriers."
"But what I want to tell you is that these grievances and disputes cannot change the fact that the Three Pure Ones were originally one family."
Without waiting for Master Huanglong to continue elaborating, Luo Shu interrupted him coldly with a mocking arc on his lips.
He looked directly at Master Huanglong with sharp eyes, and his tone revealed his dissatisfaction and disdain for the Chan Sect.
"Uncle Huang Long, you are really eloquent."
Luo Shu said coldly, "The disciples of the Chan Sect have always been arrogant and look down on us disciples of the Jie Sect as grass."
"If I remember correctly, the phrase your disciples of the Chan Sect like to say the most is 'a person with fur and horns, born from an egg in the wet', which is used to belittle the disciples of the Jie Sect."
Upon hearing this, Master Huanglong's face stiffened slightly, and a hint of bitterness rose in his heart.
He had indeed heard this sentence, and he was well aware of the harm and insult it brought to the disciples of Jiejiao.
But at this moment, facing Luo Shu's accusations, he could only remain speechless.
Seeing that Master Huanglong remained silent, Luo Shu sneered in his heart. He continued:
"With such behavior, how can you have the nerve to say that the disciples of the Chan Sect have good character?"
"Have you forgotten that you yourself have also attained enlightenment through the body of a dragon? Have you never heard this statement? Have you no thoughts after hearing it?"
Zhenren Huanglong was left speechless by Luo Shu's words, and an indescribable pain surged in his heart.
He was well aware of the sensitivity and anger of the Jiejiao disciples towards this sentence, and he also understood that as a disciple of the Chenjiao, he could not completely deny the existence of this sentence.
But he knew even more clearly that this sentence made him not be taken seriously in front of his master.
Among his fellow disciples, he often appeared humble because of this unintentional remark.
However, facing Luo Shu's accusations at this moment, Master Huanglong could only bear it silently.
He knew very well that refutation or defense would only make the situation worse, and only silence could temporarily calm the storm.
However, he didn't want to die even more. He took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and continued:
"Nephew Luoshu...Nephew..."
Master Huanglong opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Seeing this scene, Luo Shu felt impatient. He no longer wanted to waste time with Master Huanglong.
Then, Luo Shu looked at Zhenren Huanglong, his expression as cold as ice, as if he was looking at a stranger.
He spoke softly, without a trace of emotion in his tone:
"Uncle Huanglong, I have almost said everything that should and shouldn't be said."
"You should also know that there is no need for us to continue talking. So, you should get on your way."
As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual energy in Luo Shu's body began to surge like a river bursting its banks.
He gripped the hilt of the Feijin Sword tightly with both hands. A dazzling light condensed on the tip of the sword, as if it was going to tear apart the surrounding air.
Luo Shu raised his arm, ready to swing the sword at Zhenren Huanglong.
When Master Huanglong saw this, he was shocked. He did not expect Luoshu to suddenly attack.
However, he also knew that he couldn't just sit there and wait for death.
Zhenren Huanglong quickly adjusted his breathing, transformed into a dragon, mobilized the spiritual power in his body, and prepared to deal with the impending attack.
He understood that if Luo Shu's sword fell, he would be in great danger.
After a while, Luo Shu, holding the Flying Golden Sword with sharp sword energy condensed on the tip of the sword, swung it towards the huge dragon body of Huanglong Zhenren.
"puff--!!!"
A deafening muffled sound exploded in the air, shaking the surrounding air as if it were trembling.
When the sword energy of Feijin Sword came into contact with the dragon body of Huanglong Zhenren, the sword energy penetrated Huanglong Zhenren's seemingly indestructible dragon scales like a bamboo breaking force and pierced deeply into his body.
Zhenren Huanglong let out a painful roar, and his dragon body trembled violently as if he had suffered a serious blow.
His dragon body was actually broken into two pieces by this powerful sword energy.
From the broken part, blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding air red, and also dyeing Luo Shu's Flying Golden Sword red.
Luo Shu looked at the scene in front of him, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
Zhenren Huanglong fell to the ground, his eyes filled with unwillingness and anger.
He struggled to stand up, but his injuries were too severe. He could only lie on the ground helplessly, watching the flame of his life gradually go out.
His true spirit flew out of his body and headed towards Kunlun Mountain.