Chapter 197 — True Wrath
The Sword Questions the Heavens · Page 5 of 7
Su Wan was silent for a moment, then said mildly, "Senior Brother Yang, you are quite right. If it turns out that Buhui is indeed safe and nothing serious has happened, and that I was merely seeing ghosts in my own suspicion, then I, Su Wan, shall naturally submit to punishment under the laws of the Canglan Sect."
Elder Yang waved a hand and said with a smile, "Look at you, that is not what I meant at all."
Su Wan's tone shifted, and she cut him off as sharply as a blade: "But if something has indeed happened to Buhui on this Jietian Peak, Senior Brother Yang—" Her clear, bright eyes flashed with a gleam of piercing light, and the words she spoke carried all the fervor and resolve surging in her heart, leaving no room for wavering or turning back:
"Then beneath the two-thousand-year history of the Canglan Sect, there shall be one unworthy disciple, Su Wan, who, for the sake of the one her heart has clung to all her life, will stand upon this Jietian Peak of Canglan Mountain and demand an accounting from the past generations of masters—and from that most esteemed Senior Brother Sect Master!"
With a sharp cry, she swept her hand down like a blade, splitting the air, and the dark-green sword light blazed forth in an instant. A shrill whistling tore upward through the sky, followed by a muffled thud and a swirl of flying dust. Everyone felt the ground tremble faintly beneath their feet, as though from an earthquake. When the dust settled somewhat, they saw that the dark-green immortal sword in Su Wan's hand had been driven, sheath and all, into the exceedingly hard stone slabs at the center of the Yuheng Hall's great chamber—and around the point of entry, there was not the slightest crack or fissure.
In the unseen depths, that dark-green immortal sword planted in the ground, though it had left Su Wan's palm, seemed only to blaze more fiercely, and like a savage beast licking blood from its jaws, it gave another low, growling hum.
Senior Brother Yang looked at the dark-green immortal sword planted before himself and Su Wan, gave a bitter laugh, and said, "Junior Sister Su, this—this has not yet come to that pass, has it? Why have you brought out Mo Xue, sealed away for over a hundred years?"
Su Wan said coldly, "Senior Brother Yang, you know as well as I do that Buhui was the one who had me seal this Mo Xue away back then. Because he was here, I sealed it, and I did not mind. But if something has happened to him, then I shall use this Mo Xue to seek an explanation from the Senior Brother Sect Master himself."
Elder Yang shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "You and I both thought that after all the years of marriage to Junior Brother Tian, you would surely have tempered that temper of yours. Well, well—I cannot talk you out of it in any case. Let us go and sit down together and wait for Xiao Yichen to bring the Sect Master here."
Su Wan's face showed no expression, but she gave a cold hum, and slowly walked with Elder Yang to one side and sat down.
The atmosphere in the Yuheng Hall gradually eased. Elder Yang lowered his voice there, speaking softly to Su Wan about something—no doubt still trying to comfort her and urge her not to be overly anxious. The other elders either stood behind Elder Yang or had likewise taken seats. Only Elder Fan shuffled slowly over to one side of the great door of the Yuheng Hall, keeping far away from Su Wan.
As for the other young disciples, their status was insufficient, and after Su Wan's display of fury, each stood farther off than the last. Among the elders of Jietian Peak, Elder Fan was ordinarily the most easygoing in temperament, a man of considerable humor and wit. Though in cultivation he inevitably lagged behind these senior elders, among the young disciples he was by far the most popular; whether they were his own students or other juniors, all were close to him.