Supreme Cultivation Chapter 245 - 244 Repeating the Same Mistakes

Chapter 245: Chapter 244 Repeating the Sa Mistakes

Qingyu Castle wasn’t far from Qilian Mountain, but it wasn’t close either. People from the castle rarely intruded into the territory of the Yan Clan. Years ago, however, Ouyang Feng had attempted to infiltrate the Yan Clan to steal their Supre Secret Technique. He was injured by the Yan Clan Patriarch and had remained in hiding within Qingyu Castle ever since.

Qingyu Castle had always kept a low profile. Even in the underworld, few knew its na, as it had been established relatively recently. Outsiders might have known of Ouyang Feng, the swordsman of great repute, but they didn’t know about the castle. In truth, it was a faction Ouyang Feng had established after his retirent, so its obscurity was unimportant. What mattered was Ouyang Feng himself—a swordsman renowned throughout the land. In his pri, his Dugu Nine Swords had shaken the martial world, and no one dared to defy him.

He had long ago reached the state of Unity of Heaven and Man.

Today, Ouyang Feng was in a great mood. His strength had not only recovered but had even surpassed its forr peak. He had never forgotten the disgrace of the past; it was forever etched in his mind. After years of being nourished by the organs of countless high-grade beasts, his old injuries had finally healed.

Ouyang Feng addressed the Martial Artists gathered in the hall. "I was severely injured by that savage clan in the mountains all those years ago and have been lying in wait ever since. Now, the ti has co for

to erge from seclusion! I will soon repay all the sha they inflicted upon . That day will mark the rise of Qingyu Castle!"

"To our rise!" the crowd roared, their spirits soaring. Who wouldn’t want their faction to achieve eternal renown? They had simply lacked the opportunity. Now, things were different. Ouyang Feng’s recovery was a symbol of their impending ascent.

Ouyang Feng was ready. He was just waiting for the next delivery of high-grade beast organs. After consuming them, his injuries would heal completely, and his power would break through to an even greater level. After waiting for a long ti, however, he suddenly spoke up. "I thought Ke’er and the others were supposed to return today. Why is there still no word?"

One of the protectors imdiately began to flatter him. "Fortress Master, the Young Master went himself this ti. Success is guaranteed! Everyone has witnessed the Young Master’s capabilities. His greatest ambition is to beco a swordsman just like you—the greatest in the world!"

"Hahaha!" Ouyang Feng laughed boisterously. "As expected of my son! He has my boldness, but he still has a long road ahead of him before he can reach my level!"

"With you here to guide him, Fortress Master, the Young Master is sure to rise quickly!" another chid in, eager to please.

Ouyang Feng declared proudly, "Of course. Not only will I make Ke’er the next top swordsman after , but I will also make Qingyu Castle the very center of swordsmanship in the Divine Land! When that ti cos, how about we all share dominion over the world’s Sword Dao together?"

"No! In our hearts, there is only one Sword God, and that is you, Fortress Master!" the group fawned.

Ouyang Feng savored their praise. He had co from humble beginnings, but after a century of enlightennt, he had created the Dugu Nine Swords. Among Martial Artists of the sa level, none could escape his blade. This was the source of his imnse pride.

However, just as they were basking in their pride, a disciple from Qingyu Castle burst in, frantic and terrified.

"Fortress Master, sothing’s wrong!"

Ouyang Feng snapped, "What’s all the panic about!"

"Fortress Master, the Young Master... he... he has fallen!" the disciple stamred.

"What?" Ouyang Feng demanded in disbelief. That’s impossible.

The disciple hurriedly explained, "Fortress Master, there’s a large chest outside the manor. When we opened it... the Young Master’s head was inside!"

"AHHH!"

With a furious roar, Ouyang Feng swung his sword, sending the reporting disciple’s head flying. Overwheld by a rage that coursed to his very heart, he spurted a mouthful of blood.

One of his protectors spoke up. "Fortress Master, we don’t know if what he said is true! Let’s go see for ourselves!"

But before the words had even faded, Ouyang Feng was already at the manor’s entrance. A large chest sat there. Inside was the severed head of his son, Ouyang Ke.

Seeing the indignant stare on his son’s face, Ouyang Feng felt a searing pain in his heart and collapsed. His n rushed to support him, but he waved them away.

"Heavens, why do you do this to !" he cried out. "Inflict all the suffering you want upon , but why did you have to inflict it upon Ke’er!"

"Just as the Ouyang family was on the verge of rising again, we’re struck by this calamity! Why? WHY?!"

Ouyang Feng was overco with profound desolation. He couldn’t accept this cruel reality. He had doted on Ouyang Ke, supporting him in anything he wished to do. He vividly rembered his son’s earnest promise before he had left.

"Father, this ti, I will find the cure for your injuries. Just wait for my good news!"

At the ti, Ouyang Feng had been so gratified, thinking his son had finally grown up and beco a filial young man. He never imagined their next reunion would be like this.

He roared, "Where was Ke’er hunting these past few days?"

A protector, his body trembling, replied, "Reporting to the Fortress Master... it... it was Qilian Mountain!" He was terrified that the ruthless Ouyang Feng would skewer him with his sword or simply lop off his head.

"Qilian Mountain!" Ouyang Feng snarled, gritting his teeth.

For him, that place was forbidden ground. It was where he had been grievously injured by the Yan Clan Patriarch years ago while trying to seize their Secret Technique and achieve a breakthrough in the supre principles of the Sword Dao. He never imagined his son would follow the sa dood path, losing his life in Qilian Mountain.

Ouyang Feng turned to the protector, his voice chillingly calm. "Did I not tell all of you to stay out of Qilian Mountain until I erged from my seclusion?"

"Fortress Master, I did remind the Young Master, but he wouldn’t listen!" the protector said, his face deathly pale under Ouyang Feng’s murderous gaze. "He thought we were just being alarmist. We couldn’t stop him! He just took his n and went!"

Hearing the explanation, Ouyang Feng’s expression beca unnervingly serene. But in the next instant, there was the faint whisper of a blade leaving its sheath. The head of the trembling protector who had just reported to him tumbled to the ground.

The remaining n were struck with horror. They had never imagined Ouyang Feng would be so ruthless and decisive, not even sparing his own n.

"You failed to stop him, so the fault is yours," Ouyang Feng stated coldly. "I have no patience for excuses."

"n!" he called.

"Here!" a group imdiately answered, stepping forward and awaiting his command.

"Muster all of Qingyu Castle’s forces! This ti, my sword points to Qilian Mountain! That savage clan will pay their blood debt in blood!"

"Yes, sir!"

The n bowed their heads in assent. While they didn’t know if Ouyang Feng was truly a match for the powers in Qilian Mountain, they didn’t dare disobey a command from him in his current state of fury.