novelraw Chapter 80
Chapter 80
Chapter 80
He stared at the sword scar lingering in the air.
And couldn’t help but sigh.
Ever since he created the Heaven-Slaying Sword Art—
He had never used it.
Naturally, he didn’t know its true power.
Only now did he realize—
The pseudo-heaven-grade sword technique he spent a thousand years crafting…
Was utterly absurd.
“At least this solves a few problems for now.”
Gu Yang glanced at the corpses of Baiyang Sect’s elders.
He knew—
After this, there was no hiding.
Baiyang Sect wouldn’t even need to investigate.
They’d know it was him.
“Looks like I’ll have to pay Baiyang Sect a visit soon.”
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
He and Baiyang Sect—
Were now mortal enemies.
No turning back.
So…
Only one could survive between Gu Yang and Baiyang Sect.
Gu Yang had no intention of letting this threat linger.
But for now, he focused on cleaning up the battlefield.
He spent a little over ten minutes collecting every valuable item from the corpses and storing them in his spatial ring.
Several spirit stones, a few cultivation techniques, martial arts manuals, and secret scrolls.
Truth be told, Baiyang Sect’s elders had deep reserves.
Especially their Grand Elder—Xue Wujian.
His belongings were particularly abundant.
“Not a bad haul.”
Gu Yang nodded in satisfaction.
He prepared to leave.
But before departing, he glanced briefly toward a nearby thicket—then quickly looked away.
His figure turned into a streak of light and vanished from the scene, heading toward Liuyun Sect.
Moments after Gu Yang left, a shadow appeared in the forest.
A scruffy middle-aged man with stubble and drooping eyes—like he hadn’t slept in days.
He held a pen and paper, jotting something down.
He scanned the area.
The battlefield lay in ruins.
Blade intent lingered everywhere, but the sword intent was even more terrifying.
His eyes lit up.
“If I’m not mistaken, this corpse belongs to Baiyang Sect’s Grand Elder—Xue Wujian.”
He approached the body, examined it, and scribbled a few notes.
Then he checked the other corpses and added more.
Eventually, he reached a conclusion.
“Gu Yang from the Talent Rankings clashed with Baiyang Sect elders. His true strength: peak of the Tenth Layer Condensation Realm.”
“He faced four Core Formation experts alone—one at the Seventh Layer, two at the Sixth, one at the Fifth—and killed them all!”
“Gu Yang departed calmly…”
He murmured to himself, absorbing the overwhelming sword intent around him.
A trace of awe crept onto his face.
“What terrifying sword intent…”
Is this really something a Condensation Realm cultivator could achieve?
Even this well-traveled man couldn’t help but marvel.
Then his pupils contracted.
He spotted a faint sword scar etched into space itself.
His face turned pale.
Without hesitation, he scribbled furiously:
“Gu Yang—suspected supreme sword prodigy! Left a sword scar in space with a single strike and easily killed a Seventh Layer Core Formation expert! Strength unfathomable!”
After finishing, he lingered a bit longer, reluctant to leave.
Once he confirmed there was nothing else of note, he swiftly departed.
Of course, Gu Yang remained unaware of this man’s presence.
Or rather…
He had sensed the man’s approach.
But since the stranger bore no hostility, Gu Yang didn’t bother with him.
Baiyang Sect sat on a vast plain.
Birdsong filled the air, spiritual energy flowed freely—an ideal place to live.
Yet at this moment…
A furious roar erupted from the Sect Master’s Hall!
“He’s dead!?”
“You’re saying Wujian is dead!?”
“Do you understand the punishment for deceiving this sect!?”
Inside the hall, a white-robed middle-aged man stood in shock.
He flung his sleeve, radiating authority.
Clearly, he was Baiyang Sect’s current master—Bai Wuya.
Kneeling before him was a disciple in strange attire.
“I dare not deceive you, Sect Master. I saw Grand Elder’s soul lamp extinguish with my own eyes!”
“Not just his—the other elders’ soul lamps vanished too!”
The disciple trembled, but didn’t dare hide anything.
He recounted everything he saw.
Silence fell over the hall.
You could hear a pin drop.
Bai Wuya clenched his fists.
“You may leave.”
He spoke calmly, though his heaving chest betrayed his inner turmoil.
The disciple bowed and fled like he’d been pardoned.
Now, Bai Wuya stood alone.
“Wujian went to kill Gu Yang—how did he die instead?”
“Gu Yang was just a Condensation Realm cultivator. How could he threaten Wujian?”
Confusion flickered in Bai Wuya’s eyes.
But no matter what…
Gu Yang was clearly involved.
Hatred and killing intent surged from his gaze—dark and boundless.
“To kill Wujian… the enemy must be at least Eighth or Ninth Layer Core Formation!”
“I need to prepare.”
His earlier rage faded.
Now Bai Wuya regained his composure.
He pondered deeply.
And began to plan.
Time passed.
Gu Yang finally returned to Liuyun Sect.
As he stepped through the gate, the disciples guarding it lit up with joy.
“Senior Brother Gu! You’re back!”
“Hm? What’s going on?”
Gu Yang asked, puzzled.
“It’s the Sect Master and Grand Elder. They were worried after you and Senior Brother Liu left the mountain.”
Gu Yang understood.
They probably feared Baiyang Sect would ambush him.
Warmth filled his heart.
Though he hadn’t spent long at Liuyun Sect…
The Sect Master and Grand Elder had treated him well.
He felt genuinely grateful.
“Where are they now?”
“Uh… they already went to Baiyang Sect.”
“Said they wanted to have a proper talk.”
Gu Yang froze.
What?
They went straight to Baiyang Sect’s headquarters!?
This…