Chapter 90: God Summoning Plan · Grand Finale [Complete]

Yun Xueqing’s sword was fast, but Mei Qujun’s sword was even faster. It could be said that the two were worthy of being master and disciple from the same lineage, both cultivating swift swords with equally sharp sword intents.

However, Yun Xueqing’s sword resembled a swirling wind and returning snow, its offensive momentum fierce, while Mei Qujun’s sword was like light clouds veiling the moon, with hidden flows of light, excelling in both attack and defense.

Every clash of their swords created a massive disturbance, as if the surrounding air was about to freeze.

Tu Hexiangchu and Fu Wuxuan had dealt with the surrounding Weirds. At this moment, they wanted to help but couldn’t, so they used Spirit Energy to construct a barrier, preventing the sword intents radiating from the two from destroying the nearby town.

Tu Hexiangchu watched this scene straight out of a TV drama, and even his paralyzed face couldn’t hide his shock. “What does your friend… do for a living?”

Fu Wuxuan’s face showed a proud sense of shared glory, mixed with a trace of complexity about how to answer. “If I said they were all cultivators, would you believe me?”

Tu Hexiangchu replied expressionlessly, “This world has truly gone mad.”

The two fought like bright moons, turning the sky and earth upside down. Even Fu Wuxuan and Tu Hexiangchu couldn’t avoid being affected. The sword qi directly shattered the barrier, slicing into their bodies with excruciating pain, forcing them to retreat hastily.

As someone from the Sword Pavilion, Yun Xueqing could clearly sense the fluctuations in Mei Qujun’s power.

Mei Qujun, as his master, had cultivated for over a thousand years more than him and had once been the foremost person under the Heavenly Dao. His strength far surpassed Yun Xueqing’s.

But in this Sword Pavilion, Yun Xueqing could feel that the other’s Spiritual Power flickered in and out, intermittent, affecting his performance.

As he thought this, he became momentarily distracted, and Mei Qujun’s sword thrust forward, directly severing a lock of his hair.

Mei Qujun smiled and reminded him, “When dueling with swords, do not let your mind wander.”

With that, his sword strikes grew even swifter, each one aimed to kill.

Yun Xueqing dared not divide his attention again and could only focus entirely on countering the other’s ferocious sword techniques.

The longer it went on, the more strained Yun Xueqing felt, as if he could barely hold on.

But at that moment, Mei Qujun said, “You’re not using your full power.”

Mei Qujun suddenly stopped, leaping back to create distance. He pointed at Fu Wuxuan not far away. “Because of your hesitation, your friend will die because of you.”

Yun Xueqing looked in the direction he pointed and saw Fu Wuxuan surrounded by a group of Weirds. Due to overusing his Oracle powers, signs of Weirdification had begun appearing on his body—dragon horns sprouting from his head.

Meanwhile, Tu Hexiangchu nearby was similarly besieged by Weirds, his situation no better.

As Fu Wuxuan fended off the Weirds, he noticed Yun Xueqing’s gaze and immediately shouted, “Xueqing, don’t worry about me! Focus on that old geezer!”

Mei Qujun wasn’t angered by the insult. Instead, he directed a strand of sword qi straight at Fu Wuxuan!

At the same time, his sword thrust rapidly toward Yun Xueqing!

Two swords heading in completely different directions—Yun Xueqing couldn’t block both. Due to a moment of hesitation, he failed to intercept the sword qi aimed at Fu Wuxuan, and his chest was pierced by Mei Qujun’s sword.

Yun Xueqing spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale. Mei Qujun looked at him mildly. “Xueqing, your sword has dulled. Is it because of that person?”

He pointed at Fu Wuxuan. “I didn’t expect him to affect you so much. In that case, I’ll kill him for you.”

Yun Xueqing looked at Mei Qujun, his eyes dimming slightly. “Must it come to this?”

Mei Qujun shattered his last illusions. “Between us, it’s already a fight to the death.”

Hearing this, Yun Xueqing suddenly smiled and said twice, “…So that’s how it is.”

“…So that’s how it is. It’s already a fight to the death.”

Yun Xueqing closed his eyes again. Frost and snow blanketed the ground around him, and his head of black hair instantly turned white, like countless pear blossoms blooming.

Mei Qujun knew the moment had arrived. He repeated his old trick, sending another strand of sword qi toward Fu Wuxuan while thrusting his sword straight at Yun Xueqing’s heart—he was going for the kill!

Yun Xueqing kept his eyes closed the whole time. As Mei Qujun’s sword closed in, he finally opened them. There was no sorrow or joy in his eyes, only a surge of golden flowing light.

His thin lips parted slightly, emotionless. “Sever.”

The Tianquan Sword left its sheath.

A beam of snow-white light slashed out, like a silver horizon line. The sword qi bisected Mei Qujun along with his sword at the waist.

One Sword Breaks Myriad Laws.

A single strand of sword qi transformed into countless, shredding the barrier Fu Wuxuan had set up. The Strategy God Heavens were ravaged by boundless sword qi, splitting in half from the middle.

This sword even cleaved the dark sky, revealing a glimmer of light.

The Tianquan Sword itself remained firmly embedded in Mei Qujun’s chest.

Feeling his life force slowly ebbing away, Mei Qujun instead revealed a relieved smile. “…I’ve finally waited for this day.”

A beam of light emanated from the Tianquan Sword, instantly becoming a fierce pillar of light that surged toward the sky!

The golden pillar erupted like the power at the dawn of creation, completely tearing open the rift unleashed by the Tianquan Sword!

The pitch-black night sky was rent apart, golden light spilling forth. The Weirds bathed in the golden light let out agonized howls and were reduced to ashes in an instant!

The Weirdification symptoms on Fu Wuxuan’s body slowly receded.

It was the power of the Heavenly Dao—the Heavenly Dao had awakened!

Yun Xueqing’s eyes snapped open, staring at Mei Qujun in astonishment.

Mei Qujun, having suffered a fatal wound, was already exhausted and collapsed to the ground.

Yun Xueqing hurried over to support him. Seeing Mei Qujun’s relieved smile, it hit him like a bolt of lightning—he suddenly understood everything.

The God Summoning Plan… The so-called God Summoning Plan wasn’t about turning someone into the Lord of the Weird, but about ruthlessly awakening the true god—the Heavenly Dao!

The Tianquan Sword contained the power of the Heavenly Dao!

Yun Xueqing looked at the wound in Mei Qujun’s chest, bewildered and at a loss. “Master… why…”

“No need… to grieve for me… Everything is my just deserts.”

As Mei Qujun spoke, his pitch-black eyes shed bloody tears.

Yun Xueqing’s mind reeled. “Master… how could this be!”

He was clever and understood in an instant—it was those summoned Weirds that were the problem.

Mei Qujun had no real method to summon Weirds into reality; he had merely brute-forced it by shattering the rules’ constraints with Spiritual Power, teleporting the Weirds over.

The bloody tears now flowing, along with the intermittent Spiritual Power earlier, were all backlash from the rules.

Mei Qujun had done all this from the very beginning just to make Yun Xueqing kill him.

Mei Qujun looked at him and smiled mildly, offering no explanation. He only said, “No need… to grieve for me.”

With that, he closed his eyes and never opened them again.

Yun Xueqing wanted to cry but couldn’t shed tears. He could only stare helplessly at Mei Qujun’s serene face, feeling his master’s body gradually grow cold.

Those wounded by the Tianquan Sword were beyond saving.

Fu Wuxuan had also noticed the turn of events here. With a complicated mood, he ran over. “What the hell is going on? I’m totally confused.”

And so, this great battle ended?

Yun Xueqing shook his head and gathered Mei Qujun’s remains.

He carried Mei Qujun’s body toward the inner hall of the Strategy God Heavens.

Their battle had left the Strategy God Heavens in ruins, with nowhere left to stand.

As they entered the inner hall, Wu Xue emerged from within. She looked at Yun Xueqing and the others, and the corpse in Mei Qujun’s hands, her expression somewhat complicated.

Fu Wuxuan’s eyes widened as he stared at Wu Xue. “So you were in there the whole time? Why didn’t you come out to help!”

Wu Xue ignored him, pulling a letter from her pocket and handing it to Yun Xueqing. “This is what he left for you.”

Knowing it was a letter from his master, Yun Xueqing quickly took it and opened it.

The letter paper had an ancient style, written with a brush.

Yun Xueqing thought of the Mountains and Rivers Brush he had retrieved and felt a dull ache.

Pushing aside stray thoughts, he read the contents carefully.

[My disciple Xueqing, do not mourn my death. All causes and effects stem from me.]

[A millennium ago, I arrogantly deemed myself the world’s greatest, presumptuously believing my power could pluck stars and seize the moon. Thus, I forged a sword with the Heavenly Dao’s power—this was the cause. A millennium later, the Heavenly Dao weakened due to my actions and fell into slumber. The Weirds seized the opportunity to invade, leaving the people in misery. The cause was mine, so the repayment must be mine. With your power and sharp weapon, slay my body, shatter my Dao, repay the cause and effect, awaken the Heavenly Dao, and restore balance to all things.]

Fu Wuxuan and the others read the letter too and suddenly understood. “So this was all your master’s setup… just to make you kill him.”

He mused, “Looking at it this way, everything seems straightforward. No need for all these schemes… even sacrificing so many innocents.”

Yun Xueqing shook his head, his emotions complex. “All things in the world are bound by cause and effect. The disaster began with Master gifting me the sword, so it must end with me. But by killing my master, I have inevitably incurred cause and effect.”

Killing one’s superior and ancestral master warranted heavenly punishment. But if the slain was a great villain, no repayment was needed.

Fu Wuxuan covered the upper half of his bandaged face. “It had to be you who killed him—no one else would do… This cause and effect is too cruel.”

Yun Xueqing gazed at the Tianquan Sword in his hand. With the Heavenly Dao’s power returned to the heavens, it had become an ordinary sword.

He stared at it for a long time, then channeled his Spiritual Power and shattered it!

Fu Wuxuan’s eyes bulged. “Isn’t this the sword you went to so much trouble to retrieve… You…”

Before he finished, blood trickled from Yun Xueqing’s lips.

Then, as if his mouth could no longer contain the blood pooling inside, it gushed out in large mouthfuls.

When a Natal Sword shattered, it meant severe injury at best, death at worst.

Fu Wuxuan was terrified. “What are you doing! Are you trying to die with your master!”

Yun Xueqing shook his head, mustering his last bit of strength to reassure him. “I’m fine. I’m just repaying the cause and effect.”

Shattering the sword repaid the cause and effect, but he still couldn’t see his master again.

A tear slid from his eye. The next second, Yun Xueqing’s world plunged into darkness.

He fainted. Fu Wuxuan panicked, hurriedly catching him and caring for him.

Tu Hexiangchu watched it all, his mood equally complex. “I never imagined it would end like this.”

He looked outside at the brightening sky and faintly heard the sounds of celebration from the townsfolk.

Post-disaster reconstruction would take a long time. The road ahead was long and arduous.

*

Yun Xueqing awoke to a white ceiling. Seeing him stir, Fu Wuxuan quickly helped him up and dutifully fed him medicine.

As he fed him, he grumbled, “You really scared me, making such a fuss. I thought you were dead.”

When Yun Xueqing fainted, Fu Wuxuan feared it wasn’t just fainting but death, feeling like the sky was falling. He hurriedly sought healing Oracles for treatment.

But with the Heavenly Dao restored to balance, the Weirds were completely sealed away in another world—and along with them, the Spirit Energy they granted humans vanished. There were no more Oracles in the world.

Fu Wuxuan, who hadn’t lived a normal life in ages, slowly recalled that when people got sick, they saw doctors. He rushed off to find one.

He finally found an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor, but the diagnosis was grim: Yun Xueqing’s vital energy was draining away at an alarming rate—he might stop breathing any second.

Fu Wuxuan’s world truly collapsed then. He begged and pleaded, consulting dozens of miracle doctors before barely pulling Yun Xueqing back from the brink.

Seeing Yun Xueqing regain consciousness, Fu Wuxuan was overjoyed to the point of tears. “Thank goodness you’re alive. If you died, I really wouldn’t know what to do.”

His eyes were red, tears streaming down like a string of pearls as he spoke.

He had never been this disheveled—not even when framed by the Divine Temple had he shed a tear.

Today, scared by Yun Xueqing, he cried out half a lifetime’s worth of tears.

Yun Xueqing watched him, a pang of heartache rising in his chest. He wanted to comfort him. “I’m fine. Don’t worry… and don’t be sad.”

Fu Wuxuan had no mood for jokes, sobbing. “Your hair… what’s wrong with your hair?”

Only then did Yun Xueqing look down at his white hair. He thought for a moment before explaining, “To unleash the Heavenly Dao power contained in the Tianquan Sword, I had to fully activate its sword intent.”

But the Tianquan Sword was ultimately the sword of the Heavenly Dao. Even though it had followed him for many years, he could not fully control it. Unleashing its sword intent required immense power, so he had to resort to extreme measures—just like a thousand years ago. He scattered all his cultivation, risking his meridians shattering inch by inch and his Dantian breaking, to execute that earth-shattering strike.

A thousand years prior, that one strike had caused him to slumber for a millennium.

This time, he was luckier. He only scattered most of his cultivation, and the price was relatively light.

Yun Xueqing did not tell him everything. He merely concealed the truth and said, “My hair is just temporary. It’ll recover soon.”

He was not deceiving him on this point. As long as he circulated a bit of Spiritual Power, his hair would return to normal.

Hearing this, Fu Wuxuan breathed a sigh of relief. “Then you must rest well and recover soon… The apocalypse is over. That’s great.”

Yun Xueqing listened to him speak and knew he had more to say. Sure enough, Fu Wuxuan hesitated for a moment before continuing, “Actually, that day when I was pulled into the Dragon Girl’s memory illusion, besides fearing that you’d discover that embarrassing secret of mine, I was also a bit happy… because I could experience the scenes from before the apocalypse together with you.”

He wanted Yun Xueqing to share in that beautiful, peaceful world before the end times.

Fu Wuxuan took a deep breath, as if he had finally made up his mind, and blurted out in one go, “So, in the future… would you live with me?”

Discussing such everyday matters made Fu Wuxuan more talkative. He reverted to his usual carefree demeanor and began boasting about the benefits of living with him.

Seeing Fu Wuxuan so lively, Yun Xueqing temporarily set aside his faint melancholy. In a calm tone, he said, “Do you remember what I told you when we first met?”

Fu Wuxuan was stunned. “What?”

Reminded by him, Fu Wuxuan began recalling their initial encounter—what he had said and done.

Upon reflection, he suddenly remembered the harsh words he had once flung at Yun Xueqing. Feeling a twinge of guilt, he scratched his head and pretended, “I don’t really remember. Hope you’ve forgotten too.”

Yun Xueqing smiled lightly at his reaction. “Back then, you helped me a great deal. I said I’d fulfill one promise to you.”

Good fortune dropped from the heavens. Fu Wuxuan shot to his feet, stammering incoherently, “S-So you mean… we can live together from now on?”

Yun Xueqing tilted his head and smiled. “So that’s your wish?”

“Yeah!”

Fu Wuxuan was utterly resolute.

He believed that with relentless persistence, the advantage of proximity, and unwavering pursuit, the days ahead were long—he would surely win the other’s heart with sincerity!

Yun Xueqing had no interest in his little schemes. With a straight face and utmost seriousness, he said, “In the future, cultivate immortality with me.”