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“Elder… Elder Ancestor!” Yu Lang cried with a trembling voice.

Yu Ming’s face changed dramatically as well, and he was about to rush over with his sword.

“All of you, back off!” Yu Yuanyi commanded coldly.

At his word, the members of the Yu Family did not dare to disobey, so they all reluctantly retreated to the side with faces full of grief and indignation.

Yu Yuanyi looked up at Xue An with a complex expression in his eyes.

“Excellent fist technique!”

Xue An nodded, “You’re not bad yourself! It’s a pity, though, that you still went wrong with your Sword Dao.”

“I’ve been in seclusion for thirty years, painstakingly cultivating the Sword Dao. Now you tell me I’m wrong, so what is right?”

“There are three levels to the Sword Dao. The lowest uses the body to control the sword, the middle uses Qi to control the sword, and the highest uses Spirit to control the sword,” Xue An said calmly.

“Your choice to use the Spirit to control the sword is not wrong, but your so-called seclusion has only backed you into a corner.”

“You’ve renounced grudges and forgotten life and death, all to make your Sword Dao seem more ethereal, but in my view, this is fundamentally mistaken.”

“The so-called Immortals are nothing but powerful beings who go against the heavens. At their core, they are still human. Since they are human, there’s no need to pretend otherwise, deliberately suppressing emotions and desires to make oneself seem superior. Such a Sword Dao… isn’t that mistaken?”

Xue An’s words struck Yu Yuanyi like a bolt of lightning, shaking him to the core and causing his complexion to progressively pale.

“I… was I really wrong?”

Yu Yuanyi had already tempered his heart into a sword, but Xue An’s few words shattered his Sword Heart completely.

At this moment, Xue An let out a light sigh, “To have cultivated such a Sword Dao in this tumultuous world is no mean feat.”

Yu Yuanyi, his head bowed, did not speak, but the fire in his eyes gradually died down.

At the same time, a light rain began to fall from the sky.

No one spoke, all were shocked by the events of the day.

The Sword Immortal, who had never been defeated, was defeated.

And in that moment, Yu Yuanyi’s originally black hair began to swiftly turn white. In an instant, it had become a head of white hair.

His figure hunched, and his skin started to show signs of aging.

“Elder Ancestor!” Yu Lang cried out in agony, kneeling on the ground.

The people of the Yu Family knelt together in the rain, their faces indistinguishable whether covered in rain or tears.

Yu Yuanyi slowly lifted his head, his no longer lucid eyes now revealed an indescribable sense of relief and liberation.

“Thank you!”

This gratitude was directed at Xue An.

Xue An simply smiled, “You’re welcome.”

He understood what Yu Yuanyi meant; for someone who had served the Sword Dao all his life, realizing his mistakes just before death was the greatest fortune.

“How ridiculous that I have toiled for decades, only to realize at the end that the secular world is the true Sword Dao! Heh!” Yu Yuanyi said, mocking himself, his voice growing more aged and deep.

“I have two things to ask of you.” Yu Yuanyi suddenly lifted his head to look at Xue An.

Xue An nodded, “Proceed.”

“After my death, the Yu Family will become a target for all. I don’t ask you to look after them, but I hope you can spare them.”

Xue An nodded, “No problem.”

At that moment, Yu Yuanyi turned to look at Yu Lang and Yu Ming, who were kneeling on the ground.

“You two listen, after my death, you must not harbor the slightest resentment or thoughts of revenge against Mr. Xue. Serve him with the same heart you served me with, understand?”

Yu Lang cried out, “Elder Ancestor!”

Yu Yuanyi’s hair and beard all bristled, “Did you understand what I said?”

Yu Lang and Yu Ming, crying, kowtowed, “Understood!”

Yu Yuanyi turned his head with difficulty, “And another thing…”

Xue An sighed lightly, “I know, I will look after this Rain God of Lingnan.”

These words made Yu Yuanyi freeze slightly, then he nodded, “So you knew everything all along.”

Xue An smiled, “I visited the Rain God Temple a couple of days ago and noticed a strange Sword Intent on this little deity. I didn’t know who it belonged to until I met you.”

In Yu Yuanyi’s eyes, a hint of nostalgia emerged, “Although she’s a deity, she’s very timid and quite naive. I was afraid someone would bully her, so I gave her a sword intent.”

Xue An remained silent.

At this time, Yu Yuanyi’s breath became even more erratic, as if he were rapidly aging.

“Mr. Xue… could you come over?” Yu Yuanyi said with difficulty.

Xue An took a few steps forward, coming before Yu Yuanyi, and then crouched down to look at him.

Yu Yuanyi strained to whisper in Xue An’s ear, “You’re… not from this world, are you?”

Xue An slightly nodded.

Yu Yuanyi sighed, “I knew it! No wonder your understanding of the Sword Dao is so profound.”

Yu Yuanyi paused for a moment, gasping for air, “I just want to know, do those legendary realms really exist?”

Xue An nodded again.

A light sparked in Yu Yuanyi’s eyes, and he asked eagerly, “So there are also many sword cultivators out there?”

Xue An spoke softly, “Many, and they’re all very formidable. Some of the powerful sword cultivators can even shatter stars with a single sword strike!”

Yu Yuanyi looked up with boundless longing, “I really want to see it!”

Having said this, Yu Yuanyi’s face revealed a satisfied smile, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Before slipping into everlasting darkness, he seemed to return to his days as a carefree youth, seeing that deity—a girl timid as a mouse.

A slight breeze blew.

Yu Yuanyi’s body gradually turned into dust and dispersed with the wind.

From then on.

The sharpest sword in Lingnan had broken!

And what was originally a gentle drizzle suddenly turned into a violent storm, with the wind howling as if someone was crying.

In the Rain God Temple, the busy priestess and worshippers all failed to notice that tears slowly fell from the corners of the deity’s eyes.

Yu Lang and the members of the Yu Family were all kneeling and weeping bitterly.

Xue An stood up, his face neither sad nor happy.

In his view, this was the best end for Yu Yuanyi.

With his Sword Dao, he would never achieve immortality in this lifetime, let alone the realms beyond. It’s better not to even think about them.

Instead of being trapped in this tiny corner of the world, it would be better to enter the cycle of reincarnation again.

Xue An’s gaze swept over the crowd, and no one dared to meet his eyes.

Then Xue An said indifferently, “With Yu Yuanyi’s death, the Yu Family will henceforth be under my protection. If anyone objects, they must first contend with my fist.”

This statement shocked many who had been harboring ulterior motives, and they quickly discarded their foolish thoughts.

Jokingly, who would dare to provoke him when the Sword Immortal of Lingnan had perished at his hands?

At that time, Xue An walked up to Yu Lang.

Yu Lang lifted his head, his gaze complicated as he looked at Xue An.

Before today, he had never imagined he would one day look up to this man in such a manner.

Xue An said indifferently, “I’m watching over the Yu Family out of respect for Yu Yuanyi, who was a true cultivator. As for the non-retaliation Yu Yuanyi spoke of, you can do as you please. I’m not afraid of anyone’s revenge.”

No one dared to speak.

Even Yu Ming kept his head low.

This man was beyond his reach.

“Yes, Mr. Xue!” Yu Lang responded softly.

Xue An placed his hand on his head, “Don’t move!”

Yu Lang tensed, thinking Xue An was about to strike, and then resignedly closed his eyes.

But he only felt a pain in his head, and then Xue An lifted his hand.

He slowly opened his eyes, and Xue An was looking at him with a stern expression.

“What is the Immortal Gate assembly all about?”