Yinshan Record

Chapter 261 The Broken Mountain Blade
The tiger demon's body was filled with condensed and powerful energy, fully revealing its true nature as a great demon.

The demonic aura swept around like a raging storm. With each step He Wuji took, he could feel the tiger demon's outward-released energy crushing his internal organs.

Although the pain did not actually occur, it affected the soul, and the tearing sensation was so real it couldn't be more real.

However, he never hesitated, treating the pain as nothing at all.

He Wuji lost his mother at a young age and has had no memory of her since he was a child.

Although he was raised by his father, his achievements today are mostly due to his own resilience.

In the village school, while others were distracted, he studied diligently. Although the teacher was not very knowledgeable, he was amazed by the student's hard work and allowed him to read all the books in his collection.

Later, he was elected by the county to study at the Cizhou Official School. He didn't even have enough for the travel expenses and tuition, so he had to go from house to house to beg for the money.

When the county magistrate learned of this, he specially gathered wealthy households in the county to raise a sum of money for him, which solved his immediate problem.

Afterwards, He Wuji went to Cizhou Official School, Bailudong Academy, and Tiansi Academy. Step by step, he honed his character and honed his abilities through repeated setbacks, and finally gained the approval of Duan Yue He Dao, becoming the master of this ancestral weapon.

Although He Wuji studied diligently day and night, when the news came that his father was about to marry into another family, he was initially overjoyed, but then deeply worried.

He Wuji was not like those rigid teachers in Bailudong. After many years as father and son, he naturally knew his father's easygoing and complacent nature. If he could find a good man, even if marrying into the family would bring him bad reputation, it would still allow his father to live a few years of peace.

Upon closer examination, He Wuji sensed that something was amiss.

My father has been a widower for many years, and his relatives rarely visit. He is of average appearance and even less educated, barely making ends meet. Why would anyone come to him seeking a son-in-law?
Suspicious, He Wuji left Bailudong under the pretext of going on a study tour.

The Confucian school has always had the saying "read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand miles." In the midst of the bustling world, investigating things and acquiring knowledge is also the true nature of the martial Confucian lineage.

He Wuji wanted to go down the mountain to study, and the group of elderly teachers in Tian Si Academy naturally agreed.

When He Wuji returned home, he realized that after so many years in Bailudong, he was no longer the naive scholar he once was. He had carefully changed his appearance and first conducted a thorough investigation.

It wouldn't have mattered if we hadn't investigated, but once we did, we discovered the differences.

The family that took the father in as a son-in-law was said to be wealthy merchants from the East Sea. There were only two siblings in the family, and they had returned home this time because they had made enough money in the East Sea to buy land and settle down for a long time.

The elder brother is devoted to the pursuit of Taoism and has never married. This family fortune, which is as rich as that of kings and nobles, will be inherited by the younger sister's lineage. What is needed is a wealthy son-in-law who can greet guests and manage the affairs of the family.

It seemed reasonable, but He Wuji was, after all, a practitioner of the Martial Confucian lineage, and naturally investigated every clue in it thoroughly.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that this self-proclaimed wealthy merchant from the East China Sea had vanished without a trace, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. There was no trace of this company in the East China Sea at all.

The family's residence is located in the mountains outside the city. It is said that the head of the family is a Taoist who likes quiet. However, according to the Confucian school's method of observing qi, there is a soaring demonic aura hidden in the miasma.

This is clearly a group of demons who came from who-knows-where.

When He Wuji returned home and inquired, he learned that his father had gone to stay at someone else's house. So he revealed his identity and went to visit him.

Upon arriving, however, he felt even more disheartened. The male head of the household was a powerful and virtuous mountain tiger, while the younger sister was a ghost with profound cultivation.

How can there be a brother who is a fierce tiger and a sister who is a female ghost?

It was clearly a scheme to profit at her father's expense.

As the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his father. He Wuji certainly saw his father clearly; he was nothing more than a useless person with no redeeming qualities other than honesty.

This whole scheme will probably end up backfiring on me.

While secretly writing to the sect, He Wuji asked the master in White Deer Cave and several close old friends to come and help him as soon as possible.

On the one hand, he pretended to leave home in anger, hoping to buy some time to maneuver.

But who knew that the other party would be so pressured, immediately making a big fuss, as if the deed was done.

He Wuji naturally couldn't sit idly by and watch his father fall into someone else's hands and be manipulated. If he really had that kind of forbearance, then the Broken Yuehe Blade wouldn't recognize him as its master.

Thus, the scene of a violent fight broke out at today's wedding banquet.

Now that the true intentions have been revealed, He Wuji naturally realized that the demons were probably setting a trap here. On the surface, they were trying to lure his honest father into the trap, but their real purpose was to get to him.

He Wuji asked himself, having come into this world naked and gone without any attachments, if there was anything worth remembering, it would probably only be the Broken Mountain Blade in his hand.

He was outwardly gentle but inwardly strong; he always acted as if the mountain wouldn't come to him, appearing calm and collected on the surface, but capable of cleaving mountains with a single blow. Since the demons were so openly setting up their scheme, he reluctantly stepped into the game.

Now that he had a six-foot-long sword in hand, even though his opponent's aura was as imposing as a mountain, He Wuji still had the courage to swing his sword forward.

The saying goes, "When Heaven unleashes its killing intent, the stars shift and the constellations change. When Earth unleashes its killing intent, dragons and snakes rise from the land."

Once a cultivator circulates their magical power, regardless of whether they are an immortal, Buddha, demon, monster, or ghost, there will always be a flow of energy. The Martial Confucian lineage is best at seizing the initiative because they can detect the discord in the opponent's energy flow.

He Wuji was well aware of the gap between his cultivation level and that of his opponent, but with the Broken Yuehe Blade in hand, he had a trump card to seriously injure or even kill his opponent.

The reason why the master of the martial arts lineage is so terrifying is that the Confucian school's art of observing qi can help them find the opponent's weaknesses, while the inherited weapons in their hands can inflict considerable damage on the opponent.

Since this tiger demon was so arrogant, He Wuji naturally didn't mind teaching it a lesson.

A surge of true energy rose from his dantian. He Wuji opened his eyes and used the Confucian art of observing qi to examine the flaws in the opponent's qi circulation.

The knife flashed.

He Wuji held a knife in his hand, and amidst the raging murderous aura, he held the knife with an indescribable gentleness in his eyes.

It is as gentle as water, yet within this gentleness lies a ferocious killing intent that rivals that of others.

The tiger demon sneered, and layers of demonic energy transformed into streams of qi, like a grinding mill that sucked up everything, forming powerful forces that crushed He Wuji layer by layer.

Muscles, bones, and even the soul.

Although the tiger demon did not move, it had already used its cultivation to unleash the simplest form of violence on He Wuji's body. This disciple of the Heavenly Steed Academy was only at the seventh rank of cultivation, so how could his body withstand such an attack?

Fresh blood gushed from his mouth and nose, most of his internal organs had been reduced to minced flesh, and as for his bones... they were broken into pieces and scattered beyond recognition.

Even on the golden patterns of the Broken Yuehe Blade, a faint killing intent still lingered.

He Wuji's eyes were calm as still water, seemingly without any ripples.

Horizontal push, diagonal slash.

The Broken Mountain Blade cleaved through layers of protective energy, actually splitting the tiger demon in two with a single strike.

As the sage said: "One cannot be subdued by force."

As he chanted, a surge of sincere intention arose, which miraculously restored the life force that should have been extinguished.

Su Che frowned upon seeing this, not expecting He Wuji to have come prepared.

He Wuji sheathed his sword and stood there, looking at the tiger demon whose body had been cut in two.

"Today I'll teach you a lesson: pride comes before a fall..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Qi had already made his move. A sword aura descended from the sky and struck the ground beneath He Wuji's feet.

This sword strike was executed with exquisite skill, sending He Wuji flying into the air.

"If you're going to pretend, do it again later..."

Yan Qi, dressed in red, appeared in the air, his body swirling with sword energy that collided with the demonic energy in the air.

"Let's see what exactly you've cut down?"

Yan Qi's voice was no longer frivolous, but extremely serious.

Upon hearing this, He Wuji looked to the other side, and what he saw there broke his heart.

Even when he was crushed by the evil tiger's demonic energy, he had never felt such fear and trembling.

The one who was cut in two by the Broken Yuehe Blade was none other than himself.

It was his father who had raised him for many years.

(End of this chapter)