Chapter 87 Rest (1)
Thump, thump.
On the road back to Huashan, Gu Yangjie looked up at the towering heights.
Mount Hua, densely forested with sharp trees and rugged terrain, was also called the Plank Road.
Perhaps because they were born with that spirit, the Taoists of the Hua Mountain Sect were as sharp as blades.
They cultivated themselves by adhering to countless rituals.
And he, a disciple of such a mountain, was returning after killing Jin Zhu Yue and Shang Yuan Jie.
He had asked Cheolpunggae to keep it hidden, yet he himself sent a dispatch to Baek Dan-hyeon detailing the events that had occurred.
The reason was nothing special.
He didn’t want to hide it. At least in this life, he wanted to be honest with his fellow disciples.
That was his only thought.
Gu Yang-jeok did not regret this action. But he harbored no optimistic thoughts.
‘I wonder how the Master, the senior brothers, and the fellow disciples will react. ‘
Even without this, his sudden growth and the ensuing bloodshed had already sparked much talk among the other Taoists.
Amidst this, Gu Yangjie, a renowned late-stage cultivator of Huashan, had used gunpowder to eliminate Jin Zhu’er deep in the mountains and beheaded Shang Yuanjie in broad daylight.
Then, he listed the charges and judged Zhong Wanwen even after death.
Would he be branded cruel?
Or would he be confined once more to a wall-facing cave or hermitage for further cultivation?
He couldn’t know. Thus, Gu Yangji shook his head, a bitter smile playing on his lips.
