I Stepped on a Bug, and the System Says I Slayed a Dragon?-Chapter 76: Fall of the Sword Saint! Huyan Sword’s Hatred

Chapter 76: Chapter 76: Fall of the Sword Saint! Huyan Sword’s Hatred

"My disciple..."

In the Jianghai Hotel, Yu Wenxuan lay on an opulent bed, groaning faintly like a lonely, wandering spirit.

The room was dim. Four ghee lamps flickered in a corner as the smoke of burning incense drifted through the air.

This burning Tibetan Incense was priceless. It was condensed from a multitude of rare treasures—Snow Lotus, gold and silver, Musk—and prepared using an Ancient Scripture Secret Technique. It had the effect of calming fright, soothing the soul, and dispelling inner demons.

"Master, you’re awake!"

Hearing the call, Huyan Sword, who was tending to the incense in the corner, immediately dropped what he was doing and rushed to Yu Wenxuan’s bedside.

The weight on his heart was finally lifted.

Qi deviation was terrifying. Once someone in the Grandmaster Realm succumbed to it, the consequences were unimaginable. It wasn’t unheard of for them to fall into a slumber that could last more than a decade.

Fortunately, Yu Wenxuan was recovering faster than expected.

"How long was I out?"

With his eyes still closed, Yu Wenxuan took a faint sniff of the incense in the air and asked, "How much Calming Incense did you burn?"

"Almost a day, Master."

Huyan Sword replied softly, "As soon as I returned, I started burning the incense for you. All the Calming Incense you’ve collected... it’s all gone..."

"All gone..."

Hearing this, Yu Wenxuan let out a heavy sigh.

He had spent a fortune acquiring that Calming Incense in his younger days. There were eighty-nine sticks in total, each one capable of easily reversing a severe case of qi deviation. Their value was immeasurable.

He had always treated them as priceless treasures. To this day, he had only personally lit two sticks...

But now, to save his own life, they had all been burned in a single night, just so he could barely regain consciousness.

’This just shows how severe my qi deviation was this time.’

At this thought, Yu Wenxuan’s presence grew even fainter. His face turned ashen as silk, and he sighed heavily. "This battle... I lost... I truly lost..."

His heavy tone was filled with profound, stifled regret.

"Master?"

Kneeling by the bed, Huyan Sword heard the dejection in Yu Wenxuan’s voice and tried to console him. "Didn’t you always say that victory and defeat are as fleeting as passing clouds? Why are you unable to see past it now?"

"Heh, fleeting clouds... My disciple, you don’t understand..."

Yu Wenxuan gave a self-deprecating smile and opened his eyes. "My Realm has plummeted. I’ve fallen back to the Middle Stage of Grandmaster, and more importantly...

"My very foundation has been damaged. In this life, there is no longer any chance of recovery!"

As his voice faded,

Huyan Sword was instantly stunned, his eyes wide. "How can this be!?"

After all, Cultivation was a path of endless, upward striving.

For a man with Yu Wenxuan’s temperament, it was a lifelong pursuit of the Way, one for which he had poured everything into breaking through the realm beyond Grandmaster.

But now, Yu Wenxuan’s Cultivation Realm could advance no further...

’How is that any different from killing him?’

"Yes, my disciple. It’s cruel... I truly regret it now."

Yu Wenxuan struggled to prop himself up, gazing at the neon-lit cityscape outside the window. "I never should have come to Jianghai City... If I hadn’t come to see the Jianghai Sword God... I wouldn’t have been provoked by his Clone, and I wouldn’t have fallen to such a wretched state!"

"PTUI!"

Before he could finish, Yu Wenxuan coughed up another mouthful of blood, instantly staining the silk bedsheets crimson.

"Master!"

Huyan Sword’s expression changed drastically. He hurriedly grabbed Yu Wenxuan’s arm and began injecting Star Force to stabilize his master’s breathing.

But he shouldn’t have checked. The moment he did, he was horrified.

At that moment, the aura within Yu Wenxuan’s body was utterly chaotic, his Star Essence in turmoil.

How could this be considered the aura of a living person?

This awakening... it was nothing more than a final burst of lucidity before death!

"Don’t waste your effort, my disciple."

Yu Wenxuan shook his head and lay back down. "It’s my time to go."

"No... It can’t be, Master."

At these words, the rims of Huyan Sword’s eyes instantly reddened. He grabbed Yu Wenxuan’s hand—this big, burly, rough-hewn man—and burst into tears.

The next moment.

BOOM!

A vast welling of Star Force erupted as he frantically poured it into his master’s body. But it was like rain on dead wood; it had no effect whatsoever.

"Listen to me, disciple! I know my own condition better than you do."

Yu Wenxuan coughed a few times, raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "I woke up this time to ask you to promise me one thing. Otherwise, I will not be able to rest in peace in the Underworld."

"Ma-Master... please, tell me."

Huyan Sword knelt on the ground, sobbing.

’It was only thanks to Master Yu Wenxuan’s kindness in recognizing my talent that I am who I am today.’

’Now is the time to repay him. I would go through hell and high water without a second thought!’

Upon hearing this, Yu Wenxuan gave a slight nod. He gazed at the ceiling and spoke in a low voice:

"My disciple... my path ends here. It is my destiny that I can no longer catch up to the Jianghai Sword God. But you... you are different..."

"Your talent far surpasses my own. As long as you bide your time and lay low, in a hundred years, you will surely be able to surpass the Jianghai Sword God."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Huyan Sword, his voice turning harsh as he enunciated each word:

"When that time comes, I want you to personally sever that Sword God’s head, then crush his disciple. Eradicate them, root and stem, and destroy his entire lineage!"

As his voice fell,

Venom. Jealousy.

Killing intent filled the air, and the temperature in the room plummeted.

"Yes, Master!"

Huyan Sword nodded, looking at Yu Wenxuan with hatred surging in his eyes.

"Good. My disciple, now I can rest assured."

"Take my ashes back to the Great Prairie. I will watch over... from the heavens..."

Before he could finish, the light of life faded from Yu Wenxuan’s eyes. His last breath escaped him, but a smile of relief graced his lips.

And so, a Sword Saint of his generation passed from the world.

"MASTER!"

Huyan Sword wailed, collapsing over Yu Wenxuan’s bedside in mourning.

His tragic cries echoed throughout the room.

A long while passed.

Finally, he lifted his head and looked out at the Jianghai nightscape.

Monstrous hatred burned in his eyes.

"Jianghai Sword God! The day will come when I, Huyan Sword, will shatter your bones and feast on your flesh to appease my master’s spirit in the heavens!!!"

...

"ACHOO!"

In the library, Qin Yang was slacking off when he suddenly sneezed. He quickly pulled out a tissue to wipe his nose, feeling a little puzzled.

’Why’d I sneeze all of a sudden?’

’Could it be that someone is thinking about me?’

Wiping his nose, Qin Yang frowned slightly. ’I did just leave Xiaobai at home today.’

’Don’t tell me that little girl is cursing me out!?’

’Ah, whatever. I’ll deal with her when I get back.’

Qin Yang shook his head, tossed the used tissue into the trash, and went back to studying the Profound Celestial Pill Scripture in his mind.

It was a classic text, a crystallization of the wisdom of Ancient Alchemists. It contained countless secret recipes for Elixir Pills, even one for a Top-grade Spirit Pill that could directly help a person break through to the Grandmaster Realm!

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it held the secrets to bringing the dead back to life and growing flesh on bare bones.

But!

Having the recipes was one thing, but getting the ingredients was another matter entirely.

Qin Yang had previously looked them up on his phone. The medicinal herbs required to refine these Elixir Pills were all exceedingly rare—so much so that they were often priceless and unavailable on the market.

And he himself had only just passed his probationary period at the library to become a full-time employee.

With great difficulty, he had finally cultivated past the Great Perfection stage of a 3,000-a-month salary and successfully advanced to the 4,500-a-month Realm.

Where was he supposed to find the spare cash to buy ingredients?

Qin Yang sighed helplessly.

’Sigh... even the cleverest housewife can’t cook a meal without rice...’

Just then, he turned his head and saw Xia He walking toward him, shouting excitedly, 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Great news, Old Qin! That old geezer from the Grassland is dead!"