Chapter 1485 - 802: Who Is the Heartless One (Triple Extra Chapter)

"I've heard a bit."

"..."

Master Yunzhou opened his mouth as if he had a myriad of emotions he wanted to pour out, but eventually, he just lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

Feeling awkward for not saying anything, the old man put down the teacup and awkwardly chuckled, "Young friend, don't be a heartless person."

"I despise heartless people the most in this life."

"Why? Young friend, you don't seem upright."

Chen Yi said, "Because I'm a heartless person too."

Master Yunzhou was taken aback, then burst into laughter, his face stretching comically. After laughing, he quieted down, coughing a few times, clearly about to ascend, but perhaps due to his elderly appearance, seemed exhausted.

He looked at Chen Yi again, rasping, "Don't listen to your Daoist companion's urging, it's good to stay a few more days. This is what I say as someone with experience..."

"...Are you thinking about someone? Who did you remember?"

"...Thinking about someone I can't forget. When I was young, I saw her coming from the river, stepping on the water, like a Flying Immortal... Later my master forced me by death to sever emotions and shoulder the sect's responsibilities, so I only... occasionally remember."

Master Yunzhou wiped away the tears that would not fall from the corner of his eyes. His gaze became somewhat blurry, but after regaining his composure, he wore a teasing smile and asked:

"Young friend, have you also been heartless in a relationship?"

"Many times."

"..."

Master Yunzhou was silent for a moment, then said:

"Young friend, you truly deserve death."

This time, Chen Yi did not reply, not even with a jest, just glanced toward Liuyun Palace.

Under the eaves of halls and pavilions, shaded by pillars, amidst the mist from the incense burner, many hidden agents from the Inspection Department moved. They were vendors, incense customers, traveling Daoists, but now they moved like silent chess pieces on a board, exchanging positions, meeting eyes, secretly passing signals in their sleeves, a sense of grim hostility spreading.

Chen Yi frowned slightly. Have the White Lotus Sect people arrived?

Beside him, Master Yunzhou's withered fingers holding the teacup tightened a little, then slowly relaxed. He gazed at the mountain path outside the palace gates, and after a long time, sighed softly:

"The White Lotus Sect people have come."

After a pause, another sigh,

"Disturbing my peaceful cultivation."

Chen Yi glanced at him, faintly sensing something was amiss with Master Yunzhou, yet could not be sure, as he still appeared like an immortal.

They say it's people from the White Lotus Sect, but only one person has come.

She ascended from the mountain path, seemingly to offer incense.

From afar Chen Yi thought she looked familiar, but couldn't immediately recall who she was.

Nevertheless, the agents from the Inspection Department remained on high alert, and from the dense killing intent, Chen Yi sensed their hair-raising fear.

At this moment, the sky opened a crack, buzzing from the Magic Platform, as if a Buddhist bell hoarsely echoed from the Nine Heavens clouds.

Chen Yi turned around, seeing Master Yunzhou's figure becoming unstable, his Daoist robe wide sleeves fluttering without wind, a layer of ethereal radiance surrounding him like ink smears about to dry, ready to vanish in the next instant.

From the rift in the sky, golden flecks rained down, scattering, disappearing into specks of light dust before touching the ground, while clear jade chimes rang throughout Liuyun Palace.

However, the old man's gaze was not on the sky.

He kept looking down the mountain, at those stone steps softened by incense customers' footsteps. An elderly woman had reached the mountain gate, walking slowly, her bamboo hat casting a shadow over most of her face, revealing only a thin, aged chin.

Around the Magic Platform, agents from the Inspection Department quietly closed in like a tightening net, but none dared to advance, holding their breath.

Master Yunzhou murmured, "That silly woman, she really came. She's so old, yet still so foolish."

He sighed and said:

"I'll help her."

Help? How will he help? But it was already evident, Master Yunzhou now wielded a sword, and Chen Yi noticed one supervisor's waist was missing its sword.

After sighing, Master Yunzhou flicked the sword lightly with his finger.

"Ding."

The first clear sword sound.

The supervisor closest to the mountain gate, without warning, his head soared up, with his neck severed smoothly like a mirror, blood gushing like a fountain, his body maintaining a vigilant posture before crashing to the ground.

"Ding, ding, ding ding ding..."

The second, third... The sword sound merged into a torrential rain, Master Yunzhou's withered fingers plucking the sword's ridge like playing a zither.

Blood blooms continuously exploded on the square below.

Over twenty of the most murderous Inspection Department agents' heads flew off one after another, some in shock with wide eyes, some lips opened slightly as if to issue a warning, others reached for their waist weapons, but all froze in the moment their heads detached, more than twenty blood fountains almost simultaneously shot skyward.

In a flash, a large pool of blood spread across Liuyun Palace.

Chen Yi turned back again.

Master Yunzhou's eyes were now blood-red, his gaze filled with unrelenting killing intent,

Ding!

The next sword sound, unexpectedly, was coming towards him!