Zhu Tian: Starting from the Laughing Proud Yue Buqun

Absolutely no composure, no fear, utter calmness, just a faint smile:
“Kill me, and your son, the boxing fanatic, won’t survive either.”

Upon hearing this, the Fist God, imprisoned in the cell, unleashed an even more terrifying killing intent. His muscles bulged suddenly, and the chains binding his body clanged together with a resounding clang.

The Fist God's eyes were bloodshot and filled with murderous intent. He roared, "If you dare to harm my son, I will tear you to pieces and grind your bones to dust!"

His roar echoed throughout the entire Fist Graveyard, shaking the surrounding walls, sending countless dust particles swirling, and creating a tsunami-like surge of air.

The sound waves shook the prison, blowing his lifeless black hair wildly and causing his long robe to flutter loudly.

Jue Wushen's eyes narrowed, his imposing presence and killing intent as terrifying as a demon from hell.

This guy was imprisoned here for twenty years, and his strength actually increased instead of decreasing, undergoing an even more terrifying transformation.

What terrifying talent!

How jealous!
“Senior brother, as long as you obey my orders and serve me from now on, I will never harm the boxing fanatic in the slightest.”

Jue Wushen spoke up, wanting to control the Fist God. If he could turn this guy into an asset, his chances of invading the Central Plains and occupying the land of China would increase dramatically!

"Don't even think about it!" the Fist God coldly shouted.

To imprison him for twenty years and then expect him to serve you is simply wishful thinking.

The Fist God wished he could tear Jue Wushen to shreds and devour him alive!
To vent the hatred in my heart!

Sensing the hostility of the Fist God, Jue Wushen's expression turned slightly cold, but he also understood the intensity of the other party's hatred for him and that he would not easily submit.

"Think it over carefully. Do you want to be trapped here for the rest of your life and die of old age, or do you want to regain your freedom, continue to pursue the strongest martial arts, and fight against the world's masters?"

The choice is yours; I won't force you too much.

Suddenly, Jue Wushen smiled, said these words leisurely, and then turned and left the prison.

As the Fist God gazed at the back of the Undying God, he was ultimately moved by the other's last words and fell into deep thought.

He is no longer in his prime, but is gradually moving towards old age.

If he were to remain trapped here and die here, it would be an immense torment for him.

But even though he could make him submit to Jue Wushen, the guy he hated to the bone, Fist God was unwilling.

Therefore, he was deep in thought at this moment, unable to make a decision.

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Baijian Manor.

That evening, Bu Jingyun, carrying the peerless sword, went to find Xu Qing.

He stood in the courtyard, looking at the house where Xu Qing was resting.

"What do you want to do, Bu Jingyun!"

At the entrance to the courtyard, Duan Lang, holding the Fire Kirin Sword, leaned against the door frame and stared coldly at Bu Jingyun.

"Why are you here?" Bu Jingyun turned to look at Duan Lang, his brows furrowing slightly.

"In the dead of night, instead of sleeping, you sneak into Master's courtyard carrying such a powerful weapon as the Peerless Sword, Bu Jingyun, do you intend to betray your master and destroy your ancestors?!"

Duan Lang did not answer Bu Jingyun, but continued to question him, the coldness in his eyes making the night wind even colder!
He had noticed something was off about Bu Jingyun a long time ago and had already guessed it. Now he knew that this guy really did have ulterior motives!
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Bu Jingyun replied coldly.

"Heh, you don't know? Confess honestly, why did you betray your sect?!"
Have you forgotten the kindness your master showed you?! Don't forget, even the peerless sword in your hand was saved thanks to your master's intervention!

Duan Lang was convinced that Bu Jingyun was the problem, and said with a sneer.

"Are you deaf? Are you just looking for trouble?" Bu Jingyun was also a little annoyed, and the veins on his arm holding the Peerless Sword were bulging.

"Heh, I hit the nail on the head? Getting angry out of embarrassment?" Duan Lang sneered.

"I have no interest in wasting my breath on you!" Bu Jingyun's sword gleamed slightly, indicating his unwillingness to engage in further conversation with Duan Lang.

He still prefers to use force to resolve things.

"Enough! What's all the noise about in the middle of the night?!"

Xu Qing's voice suddenly rang out, and the next moment Xu Qing's figure appeared in front of Bu Jingyun.

"Master!" Duan Lang quickly bowed.

"Master!" Bu Jingyun called out, albeit a step too late, and bowed respectfully.

“Master, Bu Jingyun sneaked into your courtyard in the middle of the night with the Peerless Sword. I suspect he has ulterior motives,” Duan Lang said, revealing his thoughts.

Upon hearing this, Xu Qing looked at Bu Jingyun and said calmly, "You want to make a move now?" Hearing this, Duan Lang was startled. How come his master already knew?

Bu Jingyun felt immense pressure, and even breathing became difficult.

“With your current strength, you’re not qualified!” Xu Qing said calmly.

But these words are true, and Bu Jingyun understands this in his heart.

"Disciple understands. Disciple has come in the middle of the night to ask Master to take the blood from my heart!"

Bu Jingyun's words were startling.

"What!?" Duan Lang was stunned.

Bu Jingyun wasn't planning a night raid on his master?

Instead, they want to extract the blood from the heart!

Has this guy gone mad?!

Or did he take the wrong medicine again?!

Upon hearing this, Xu Qing understood Bu Jingyun's intention.

"You want to use your own blood and sweat to sharpen a peerless sword?"

Bu Jingyun paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, thanks to the guidance of the nameless senior, the peerless sword is currently in an unsharpened state."

Only with the disciple's blood and sweat can the blade be sharpened, truly unleashing the power of this peerless sword!

So that’s it!
Duan Lang suddenly realized that he had misunderstood Bu Jingyun tonight.

This guy is really crazy, asking his master to do this kind of thing in the middle of the night with a sword in hand.

No wonder he misunderstood!
"The heart's blood is the most essential part of a person. Taking out the heart's blood will cause a great loss of vital energy, which is a minor matter. You will greatly reduce your lifespan as a result. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Xu Qing explained the pros and cons.

"This disciple is certain; this is a decision I have made after careful consideration!" Bu Jingyun nodded.

If he could perfectly extract the essence himself, he would have done it himself long ago.

They wouldn't disturb Xu Qing in the middle of the night.

"You're insane! You'd rather shorten your lifespan just to sharpen a sword!" Duan Lang couldn't help but exclaim.

He genuinely thought Bu Jingyun was insane, that he would go to such lengths for a sword.

At this moment, Duan Lang couldn't help but wonder if Bu Jingyun had been influenced by the power of the Peerless Sword and lost his rational judgment.

Bu Jingyun ignored Duan Lang and instead looked at Xu Qing with a determined gaze.

"Please, Master, help me!" he pleaded.

"Alright, since you understand the pros and cons and are still willing to do so, then I will lend you a hand."

Xu Qing gave Bu Jingyun a deep look; his disciple was indeed ruthless.

He's ruthless to his enemies and ruthless to himself; he's a remarkable person.

But it is precisely this kind of personality that allows one to go further.

Xu Qing raised his hand and placed a palm on Bu Jingyun's heart. The latter closed his eyes, completely relaxed, and offered no resistance.

At this moment, Xu Qing could easily crush Bu Jingyun's heart, killing him.

But Bu Jingyun remained calm and composed, seemingly trusting Xu Qing implicitly.

Xu Qing's eyes held a hint of a smile. Bu Jingyun's trust in him was a testament to the fact that the disciple's hatred for him had unconsciously diminished.

I believe that it won't be long before this disciple completely dispels the hatred in his heart and his soul is truly liberated.

These thoughts flashed through Xu Qing's mind, but his hands moved quickly. With a sudden tug, he took out a drop of Bu Jingyun's heart's blood.

The latter felt a sudden, sharp pain in his heart, as if most of his strength had been drained away, and his body began to stagger.

Xu Qing raised his hand and dripped the drop of his heart's blood onto the blade of the peerless sword. In an instant, the peerless sword burst forth with a blazing sword light, and a terrifying power was released, its sword intent piercing through the night sky.

Thus, the peerless sword was finally honed!
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