Chapter 40: Chapter 40 Hear Flying Leaves Again, Life Span of 100,000 Years

Gu An closed the Green Hero Travelogue and asked impassively, “Don’t they often spar? Why did they actually start fighting?”

Zhen Qin withdrew her gaze and said urgently, “Second Senior Brother executed a sword technique, and First Senior Brother mocked it for being too soft. Second Senior Brother got upset, and he has already wounded First Senior Brother and refuses to stop!”

Upon hearing this, Gu An immediately stood up.

Master and disciple quickly went downstairs.

At this moment, the onlookers were no longer cheering but constantly urging Su Han to stop.

Under the night sky, Su Han’s hair was disheveled, resembling a fierce ghost, swinging his sword madly. His eyes even glowed with blood, while Tang Yu, who faced him, appeared very distressed. His robe was slashed into strips of cloth, and there were two shocking wounds on his chest, from which blood gushed, staining his pants red.

Wuxin and Xiaochuan wanted to step forward to stop him, but Su Han’s fierce sword moves kept them from getting close.

Seeing Gu An rush over, the disciples quickly made way.

Gu An stepped between the two in just a few movements, grabbing Su Han’s right wrist with his left hand and blocking Tang Yu’s leg with his left arm.

Tang Yu was jolted back, astonished. How could the master’s arm be so hard?

He then breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Su Han with lingering fear.

Su Han was immobilized by Gu An’s grip on his wrist, and with a forceful squeeze, his sword clattered to the ground.

“Wake up!”

Gu An shouted in a deep voice. Su Han shuddered, and the bloodthirsty hostility in his eyes began to fade.

Standing not far away, Wuxin was alarmed.

The senior brother’s hand was fast!

Although Gu An had reached the ninth layer of Qi Cultivation Realm, they always thought he wasn’t that strong, mainly because Gu An often downplayed himself.

Gu An’s action just now refreshed Wuxin’s understanding.

He suddenly felt that the senior brother wasn’t simple.

Xiaochuan, however, was used to it. Gu An had also subdued an enraged Meng Lang back in the day.

Maybe Gu An’s spirit root qualification was mediocre, but in Xiaochuan’s heart, Gu An’s combat ability was very strong, at least making him feel very reliable.

The other disciples were also intimidated by Gu An’s move. It was the first time they saw Gu An take action, easily subduing Tang Yu and Su Han, who were at the seventh layer of the Energy Cultivation Realm.

Zhen Qin was the first to cheer, breaking the silence, and the others followed, surrounding him.

“Master, you’re so powerful!”

“Second Senior Brother, wake up!”

“Master, has Second Senior Brother deviated?”

“It’s all First Senior Brother’s fault for mocking Second Senior Brother. I’ve never seen Second Senior Brother so angry.”

The disciples chattered, while Gu An focused on Su Han.

Su Han panted heavily, his body suddenly going limp like mud, but with his right hand held by Gu An, he couldn’t fall.

He looked up weakly at Gu An, saying, “Master, I…”

Before he could finish, his head tilted, and he fainted.

Gu An let two disciples help Su Han back to the house and then turned to Tang Yu.

Facing the master’s gaze, Tang Yu blushed, not knowing how to explain, but he felt very aggrieved, having been injured.

“Go back and stop the bleeding first,” Gu An said expressionlessly.

On hearing this, Tang Yu quickly bowed and left.

Gu An looked at the others, saying, “Aren’t you dispersing? No cultivation today?”

With that, he turned and headed towards the attic.

The disciples watched his back, looking at each other.

Although Gu An didn’t say anything very harsh, they all thought he was angry.

Little did they know, Gu An simply wasn’t in the mood to lecture.

That night, all the disciples in the valley harbored their concerns, unable to calm their minds.

Gu An stayed alone in the attic, and in the second half of the night, he felt several powerful divine senses sweep across.

His fight with Lin Futian had finally attracted the attention of the Supreme Sect.

Early the next morning.

Su Han came to visit Gu An to apologize.

“What’s the use of apologizing to me? I wasn’t the one you hurt,” Gu An said, looking at him calmly.

Su Han gritted his teeth, saying, “He was the one who mocked my swordsmanship first.”

Gu An asked, “Did you explain the origin of the swordsmanship to him?”

“I…” Su Han stammered.

“You and Tang Yu joined the Medicine Valley on the same day. You have the closest relationship. You should know his personality. He speaks roughly, but his nature isn’t bad.”

Gu An’s tone was slightly stern. After all, having been together for so many years, he didn’t want his disciples to turn against each other.

He didn’t forcibly stop Su Han from continuing to cultivate the Hateful Heaven Divine Sword. Such things couldn’t be stopped, and blocking it would probably ruin their master-disciple bond.

Su Han recalled his years with Tang Yu, feeling guilty.

Initially, Tang Yu had just jested about his swordsmanship. Unable to master the Hateful Heaven Divine Sword, Su Han was already distressed, leading to a verbal spat. Tang Yu got provoked too, saying increasingly harsh words, which enraged Su Han, causing him to deviate.

“Master, I was wrong. I’ll go find First Senior Brother now,” Su Han said seriously after taking a deep breath.

Gu An said, “Don’t wait. Go now. I also need to check the medicinal herbs.”

He stood up and walked towards Su Han.

They left the attic one after the other. Su Han closed the door, following Gu An’s pace, unable to help but ask, “Master, aren’t you curious why I lost control last night?”

Without turning back, Gu An said, “Probably related to your Hateful Heaven Divine Sword. This swordsmanship was passed down from your father. Whether to practice it or not, I have no right to decide. You need to figure out what’s most important in your heart.”

Su Han slowed his steps, standing before the stairs, staring blankly at Gu An’s back.

What’s most important?

Gu An had no time to worry about his disciples’ conflicts. He had said what needed to be said, and if they couldn’t get along, they would leave Mystic Valley and never meet again at the ends of the earth.

Gu An began inspecting the medicinal herbs in various gardens, checking which ones were nearing maturity.

He needed to accumulate a life span of one hundred thousand years quickly, so he harvested some herbs that were almost mature right away.

Of course, he didn’t touch the herbs far from maturity. He wasn’t crazy enough to destroy his foundation.

Currently, he had many channels to gather life span, so he wasn’t too anxious.

…

In the sky above the mountains and forests, several cultivators stood on magic artifacts, looking down. Among them, disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall were searching, including Ye Lan.

Chu Jingfeng stood on a flying sword, his right sleeve fluttering in the wind, exuding a sense of desolation, no longer carrying the same youthful vigor as before.

An old man flew over on a gourd, handing a leaf to Chu Jingfeng, saying, “It should be the work of the Flying Leaf Sword Immortal. Nearby, we found the Wine Soul Gourd of Lin Futian, the squad leader of the Wanyin Sect, containing the souls of fifteen disciples of the Supreme Sect.”

Chu Jingfeng took the leaf, examining it carefully. The surface was covered with fine sword marks, barely visible at first glance.

He pondered, “So the Flying Leaf Sword Immortal is indeed one of our own?”

The old man nodded, “It seems so. The attack on Zuo Yijian was likely due to factional disputes. Given his power to easily kill Lin Futian, if he intended to kill Zuo Yijian, Zuo Yijian wouldn’t have survived.”

Chu Jingfeng remained silent.

The old man looked at Chu Jingfeng’s fluttering right sleeve, saying, “Jingfeng, you should let go of your grudge and reattach your arm soon. Otherwise, continuously practicing swordsmanship with your left hand will make it hard to revert later.”

“Why should I? The Flying Leaf Sword Immortal can use leaves as swords. Why must I wield a sword with my right hand?” Chu Jingfeng countered.

Upon hearing this, the old man shook his head and smiled wryly, ceasing his persuasion.

In the forest below.

Ye Lan stood in a ravine, looking toward its end, as if it led to the ends of the earth. Her eyes were full of shock.

“I heard it was the Flying Leaf Sword Immortal. This terrifying sight was caused by a single leaf,” a female disciple said, expressing her amazement.

The surrounding disciples also marveled at the power of the Flying Leaf Sword Immortal, and Ye Lan was deeply impressed.

How high a cultivation level would be needed to possess such terrifying power?

Ye Lan turned to look in another direction, her eyes filled with concern.

…

Since Lin Futian’s death, several cultivators frequently flew over Mystic Valley every few days, most of them at the Foundation Establishment Realm. Occasionally, Gu An could see Ye Lan among them.

She never came down to visit Gu An, seemingly just passing by.

But passing by Mystic Valley’s sky four times in a month, how could Gu An not understand her intentions?

“This girl…”

Gu An stood by the window, watching the cultivators disappear in the distance, feeling a warmth in his heart.

He pulled up his attribute panel, looking at his life span of ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years. His hands clenched tightly within his sleeves.

It was about to happen!

Tonight, he would break through the realm!

Because of this month’s forced harvesting, the yield for the coming year’s life span would decrease. But after a year, it should recover and continue to grow.

He had deliberately left a space of ten years of life span, waiting to pick it quietly tonight.

He wanted to fully enjoy the feeling of burning life!

Seeing it was still early, Gu An couldn’t sit still, so he went downstairs.

Arriving in the courtyard, he saw Su Han practicing his sword on the eastern mountain peak from a distance. Since that night’s conflict, Su Han had become reclusive, and others dared not disturb him for fear of another outburst.

Tang Yu and Su Han’s relationship had recovered. After learning the origin of Hateful Heaven Divine Sword, Tang Yu apologized to Su Han, but since then, he had trained even harder.

Apology aside, he didn’t want to lose to Su Han again, after all, he was the first senior brother.

Gu An came to the wooden fence of the garden, looking around with a smile.

“Master, what makes you so happy?” Zhen Qin came running, asking curiously.

Gu An ruffled her hair, smiling, “What? Do I not usually smile?”

Zhen Qin giggled, “Master, since you’re in a good mood today, why not teach me the Residual Wind Leg?”

Gu An asked in surprise, “Didn’t you hate practicing swordsmanship and leg techniques? What’s changed your mind?”

“I want to be like Aunt Ye Lan and become a disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall!” Zhen Qin said excitedly, clenching her fists.

As it turned out, earlier, Wuxin and Xiaochuan had seen Ye Lan and marveled together, overheard by Zhen Qin, who was weeding nearby. Learning that Ye Lan wore a robe belonging to the Law Enforcement Hall, Zhen Qin greatly admired her.

Gu An smiled, saying, “Alright, I’ll teach you.”

Sending this girl away sooner would be good. She always disturbed him when he was reading!

Thus, Gu An began teaching Zhen Qin the cultivation of the Residual Wind Leg.

When night fell and all the disciples returned to their rooms, Gu An then quietly left Mystic Valley. Before leaving, he also picked two third-tier medicinal herbs from the garden.