Chapter 204: The Sword That Flattened Yun Manor
From the first appearance of the Water Demon Fuxi to later guests from Tianji Mountain, then the Dragon Lord and Fox Sovereign, people just watched with casual interest.
But after Zhao Yuqing arrived, everyone seated lost their calm.
“Um…”
“Patriarch Yun, matters require us at our sect. We must take our leave…”
Some quick-thinking guests muttered hasty farewells and scrambled away. Others didn’t even speak, just followed the crowd right out of Yun Manor.
Once Zhao Yuqing walked in, even staying to watch became a crime.
“Get out! Hurry!”
In mere moments, the lively Yun Manor fell silent entirely.
However powerful Yun Manor was, they dared say nothing now.
Yun Ze fully understood at that moment. It seemed disaster had finally come for his family!
Still, he couldn’t grasp what merited such attention. Why would the Water Demons of Desolate Sea, Tianji Mountain, the Old Dragon King, the Fox Sovereign—and now Zhao Yuqing—all gather at his doorstep?
Yun Ze gave a hurried bow. “This humble Yun trembles! Might I learn what offense draws so many esteemed guests?”
The Fox Sovereign and Dragon Lord had already stepped aside upon Zhao Yuqing’s arrival.
When facing this Madman, neither Su Junhan nor Ying Zheng would risk involvement.
Zhao Yuqing just stared at Yun Ze. Without a word or explanation, his finger twitched—a Wooden Sword appeared in his hand.
Yun Ze’s heart thundered. “Senior, please! At least let this one die understanding why…”
Zhao Yuqing paused, then decided to tell him anyway.
“Flowing Cloud Temple.”
Those three words struck Yun Ze lightning-fast.
Could it be the figure Yun Li once mentioned…?
Yun Li, hearing of the commotion, rushed over just then.
He leaped forward, kneeling protectively before the Patriarch.
“Senior!” Yun Li pleaded urgently. “The error at Flowing Cloud Temple was Yun Manor’s fault! I offered deep apologies when I returned, and that gentleman allowed my report back—so long we don’t disturb his peace.”
“After this birthday feast, the Patriarch planned to personally visit! Truly, it’s all misunderstanding! I beg Senior control your wrath!”
He pressed his forehead to the floor. Cold sweat drenched his back.
The outcome? Uncertain. Throughout the Cultivation World, they say Zhao Yuqing’s moods shift wildly. Worse…
He might just kill them outright.
Yet still Yun Li knelt before his Patriarch.
Compared to seeing Yun Manor ruined, he had to try—cling to any chance.
Watching this, Patriarch Yun felt twisted with emotion. He kept his head lowered. Not a word.
Silence smothered the entire place.
But the one sweating hardest? Lv Shan, edging away.
Thunderstruck, Lv Shan recalled his Master sending him “show support” for Mr. Chen. Hah! His arrival was meaningless when monsters like this appeared!
Fox Sovereign of Tianji Mountain! Dragon Lord of Tongtian River!
And worst—insane, godslaying Zhao Yuqing!!
All for Mr. Chen!!
Suddenly Lv Shan felt as useful as a stranded fish.
When Zhao Yuqing appeared…
He nearly ran. Madmen don’t check friend from foe. Lv Shan might get chopped too.
Very likely!
His eyes flicked to the kneeling Yun pair. Pity thickened his thoughts.
To him? This pair…
Already dead.
Zhao Yuqing never draws his sword without blood.
Just as Lv Shan braced for spraying crimson—Zhao Yuqing sheathed the blade.
Zhao Yuqing’s brow eased into calm.
“Fine.”
One word. Stunned silence.
“F-Fine?” Lv Shan gaped.
Su Junhan blinked. Even the Old Dragon King seemed baffled.
“Fine”? From Zhao Yuqing? Truly him?
Relief washed Yun Li’s pale face with sudden color.
But Zhao Yuqing glared at the pair. Still unsatisfied. Honestly, leaving might’ve been smarter.
That Chen Changsheng! All that hesitation rushing here “to help”—for this? Settled long ago?
Felt like mockery.
Think it over? He’d still unsheath the sword.
Yun Li’s eyes flashed panic. “Senior—!”
The stroke tore downward—not toward men, but Yun Manor itself.
Screeee!
Though Wooden Sword holds no edge, its power horrified heaven.
Booming Sword Qi slashed thirty-four halls.
CRASH…
Every structure shattered, dissolving into rubble. Even the mountain behind split clean through—rock and soil crashing downward.
Screams echoed from inside Yun Manor’s ruins.
Thus a thousand-year legacy vanished—one slash, one instant.
Gazing upon broken walls and dust, Zhao Yuqing nodded, pleased.
He sheathed his sword. Turned. Vanished into air.
Only drifted ashes remained behind.
Yun Li collapsed gasping onto cobblestones. The Patriarch shuddered violently behind him.
Lv Shan breathed out softly. Now this… this is Zhao Yuqing.
Su Junhan and the Old Dragon King surely thought the same.
Fuxi clicked his tongue, shaking his head with grudging humor. “How deep runs Mr. Chen’s shadow?”
Old Dragon King glanced back. “Dragon Clan?”
Fuxi bowed gracefully. “This humble one missed greeting the Dragon Lord.”
Old Dragon King waved dismissively. “Join me for wine.”
Fuxi blinked, then smiled. “I accept gladly.”
And so Zhao Yuqing vanished. Swift arrival. Swifter exit.
Fifteen minutes—that’s all Yun Manor endured.
Surprisingly, few were harmed.
Rising shakily, Yun Ze eyed the remaining guests. “Honored guests…”
Old Dragon King gave a placid shrug. “Came only to regain face for Mr. Chen. Job done—we depart.”
Yun Ze sighed heavily. “Grateful… profoundly!”
Old Dragon King and Fox Sovereign left with Fuxi.
Finally, Lv Shan approached. “Patriarch Yun… few casualties—that alone is Heaven’s mercy. Concerning Mr. Chen? Go yourself next time. Or trouble may return.”
“Thank you, Daoist Friend.” A bitter smile formed. Distracted eyes wandered the leveled grounds—only crumbled rock and splintered beams remained. His sighs echoed silence.
Yes… Luck had smiled, technically.
Lv Shan clasped his hands. “I won’t linger. Farewell.”
Yun Manor dissolved into chaos. Patriarch Yun just kept sighing.
Yun Li murmured softly, “Old buildings collapse… Build bright new ones, Patriarch.”
Yun Ze nodded emptily. “Indeed…”
A bigger question grew: How to explain this? To their sleeping Ancestor?
The Ancestor hadn’t stirred midst this storm. Proof enough—even Ancestor couldn’t halt this flood.
Silence again for both… until new laughter cracked the air.
“Late? Finally!”
Whirling, Yun Li found a black-clad figure inches behind them. Breath choked Yun Li’s throat. “And you are…?”
A sly grin formed. “General Moyuan, Black Dragon under Mr. Chen—and note well: One dragon acting alone. Mr. Chen knows nothing.”
“But…” Yun Li’s words choked off.
Streaming darkness wrapped Moyuan. Scales shone blacker than midnight. Twin dragon-eyes, flame-hot and hungry, pierced both men.
“Gold.
Now.”