Unparalleled After Ten Consecutive Draws Chapter 212 A Person Truly Becomes A Cripple When He Loses All Hope, All Of You Will Have To Pay The

Chapter 212: A Person Truly Becomes A Cripple When He Loses All Hope, All Of You Will Have To Pay The Price
Upon hearing what Murong Xuan said, the killing intent in Chu Kuangren’s eyes slowly faded, but the murderous qi that remained on his body kept flowing. It was ever so intimidating!
He made a swiping motion with his arm, summoning all the treasured swords into the sword case.
“The swords from the Murong clan are not bad, so I’ll take them for my use.”
Chu Kuangren remarked.
He conveniently took away the Murong clan’s three hundred and forty-one treasured swords.
The Murong clan’s head straight up vomited blood. Those treasured swords were the Murong clan’s most precious and the highest quality of swords!
There were even some Sacred Swords amongst them!
Just like that, they were all taken by Chu Kuangren!
However, there was nothing they could do at all!
Chu Kuangren had slain two Sages consecutively, so who dared to say a word?
Once all had been done, Chu Kuangren and Black Heaven’s Second Forefather went back onto Illusive Mirage, but they did not drive away.
Instead, the Fairy boat kept floating above the Murong clan like an ancient beast that would open its mouth anytime and devour them, sending cold shivers down everyone’s spine.
“Why is he not leaving yet!”
“Has there not been enough bloodshed?”
The people from the Murong clan exchanged glances with incredibly terrified expressions on their faces.
The only thing that could provide them solace was that the Illusive Mirage remained still, albeit floating in the air on top of them.
On the Illusive Mirage.
Chu Kuangren was tending to Murong Xuan’s injuries. He had those outer skin and meridian-related injuries covered, because one use of the Spring Breeze Healing Technique would rapidly recover them. The hard part was the injury to the spiritual mound.
“Sect Leader, I’m already a cripple. Why worry about me anymore?” Murong Xuan smiled bitterly.
Spiritual mound injuries were impossible to tend to even for Alchemy Masters.
In his perspective, the fate of his cultivations in this lifetime had been sealed.
“When you’ve completely lost hope, that’s when a person truly becomes a cripple.”
Chu Kuangren commented indifferently.
“What’s the use of hope when there’s no ability?”
“Why are you so sure that I won’t be able to heal you?”
Upon hearing that, a glimmer of hope lit up in Murong Xuan’s eyes.
“Sect Leader, can you really cure me?”
Nobody in this world would want to be a cripple, and it would be especially harder for a proud Daoist like Murong Xuan to accept this fate.
Besides, if he was disabled, he would be of no value to the Black Heaven Sect. He would not be able to make Black Heaven Sect proud, nor repay the good deeds of his Sect Leader. This was what he despaired the most about.
“Nonsense, what is there that your great Sect Leader can’t accomplish? If I can kill Sages, do you think I can’t heal a spiritual mound injury?”
Chu Kuangren laughed.
“Really?”
“What do I get from tricking you?” Chu Kuangren rolled his eyes and then said, “Alright, time for you to go get some rest.”
“Yes, Sect Leader.”
Murong Xuan then left the room with a heart full of hope.
The moment he left, Chu Kuangren’s expression abruptly turned glum. “Curse this Murong clan and the Blackstain Plumes!!”
Out of thin air, Black Heaven’s Second Forefather revealed himself.
He breathed a sigh. “So, you really don’t have a way of treating it.”
The spiritual mound was the source of energy for a cultivator. Once it was damaged, that cultivator would basically be crippled.
It was too elaborate to treat this type of injury.
Even an Alchemy Master would be at his wit’s ends.
“If you don’t have a way, why not just tell him the truth? Giving him hope like that would only make the disappointment worse for him in the future,” Black Heaven’s Second Forefather said in a puzzled tone.
He was certain that Chu Kuangren understood this.
“Who said I don’t have a way?”
“Eh, so I’ve got it wrong then? Can you really heal a spiritual mound injury?” Black Heaven’s Second Forefather replied in astonishment.
“I can’t do it now doesn’t mean I won’t be able to do it in the future. Even if it takes extensive research, I’m still down to try and invent it,” Chu Kuangren said resolutely.
“That will be way too hard isn’t it.” Black Heaven’s Second Forefather was quite taken aback. He never expected that Chu Kuangren would resort to this idea.
To try and invent a method that would heal a spiritual mound injury?
Black Heaven’s Second Forefather could not imagine how big of a task that would be.
“Won’t know if I don’t try.”
Chu Kuangren was an Alchemy Grandmaster now, so he surely had countless pill recipes inside his mind. Amongst them, there were indeed several types of pills that concerned the spiritual mound. However, none of those could help mend Murong Xuan’s spiritual mound.
Despite this, Chu Kuangren did not give up. Even though there were not any that could help, he would then use these countless pill recipes he had as a model to research it from thereon.
After all, where there is a will, there is a way.
“Alright then.” Black Heaven’s Second Forefather was not adept at alchemy, so he could only wish Chu Kuangren success, hoping that he would indeed invent one and create history.
“Lan Yu, can you pay a visit to the Murong clan later and have them help me with something?” A cold gaze shot out from Chu Kuangren’s eyes.
“Sure, Master. Tell me what to do.”
…
The news of Chu Kuangren wreaking havoc in the Murong clan and slaying two Sages swept across the whole city like a hurricane, and it kept spreading to the other parts of the Firmament Star.
Each and every organization or orthodoxy who caught wind of this news was utterly shocked.
In the city.
Everybody on the streets was talking about that big battle that had just concluded. They glanced in the air at the Illusive Mirage with fear seeping through their eyes.
“This Chu Kuangren is too scary.”
One of the cultivators could not help but say.
“Yeah. He killed those two Sages just because he could, and he alone wiped out sage orthodoxy just like that.”
“A Sage-killer that is below the level of one. How can there be such a terrifying existence in this world? This is too outrageous.”
“I heard Chu Kuangren only sought vengeance at the Murong clan because it was for one of his disciples. He’s really such an exemplary Sect Leader.”
“Yes, now even I feel like joining the Black Heaven Sect.”
“Are you sure that they want you in?”
“Hey, look. Somebody is coming down.”
All of a sudden, there was a gasp from the crowd.
“It’s a female. It’s Young Emperor Lan Yu.”
“Is she heading to… the Murong clan?”
“No way, they’ve not had enough yet?”
The people exchanged glances with each other, feeling sympathetic towards the Murong clan. It really was tough luck that they had offended such a person.
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At the Murong clan.
A few of the Murong clan disciples were tidying up the mess that was created from all that havoc.
This battle was too brutal.
Moreover, only the Murong clan was on the receiving end of the brutality while Chu Kuangren, on the other hand, was untouched.
Whenever they thought of that, every single member of the Murong clan would feel petrified. Deep down in their hearts, they called Chu Kuangren a monster.
“Somebody has come down from the Fairy boat.”
Just then, one of the Murong clan’s disciples shouted in fear.
The rest of them also braced themselves as if they were facing an enemy.
However, their eyes were met with a beautiful figure in a splendor, silvery-white armor instead. It was Lan Yu.
Everyone looked at her, their eyes full of malice.
Although they did not see Chu Kuangren anywhere, they still felt an immense fear towards anyone who was by his side.
That was even if said person had an incredible gorgeous appearance. After all, was Chu Kuangren himself not a peerless, handsome man as well?
Yet when he got down to killing, his methods could only be described as clean and deadly.
This made the people of the Murong clan extremely horrified.
“What are you doing here?”
A figure walked out from the Murong clan. It was Murong Feng.
“I’m here to send a message from my Master.”
“Chu Kuangren has already reduced the Murong clan to such disarray. What else does he want?” Murong Feng replied with his teeth gritted.
At the same time, he blamed himself heavily for what had happened.
If it was not for him who had brought Murong Xuan back and let him suffer such humiliation, the Murong clan would never have ended up like this.
“You guys did it to yourselves. Don’t blame my Master for it.”
Lan Yu said nonchalantly.
“Tell me, what else does Chu Kuangren want from us?”
“My Master needs information on the Blackstain Plumes. He has requested for you guys to go and gather it, the more detailed the better. I will come back here and collect it first thing in the morning tomorrow.”
When he heard of that, Murong Feng’s eyes narrowed. “Chu Kuangren still wants to settle scores with the Blackstain Plumes?!”
“Nobody can get away scot-free for hurting our Black Heaven Sect’s people. We don’t care if it’s the Murong clan or the Blackstain Plumes. All of you will have to pay the price.”