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Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2290: Are moral principles and emotional ties both shackles that bind the path of the sword? (Page 2/2)

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Atop the city wall, a young man dressed in black armor stood there, his expression full of grief and anger.

“What did I tell you on the first day of your sword cultivation when you joined my tutelage?”

The white-haired elder beside Han Muye asked softly.

What was said on the first day?

Han Muye did not know.

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He looked down at the sword in his hand.

The three-foot-long sword’s edge was clear and bright.

“Master, you knew what choice I would make, didn’t you?” Han Muye retorted.

His words brought a smile to the old man’s face.

However, the faces of the other Qiu Family members behind the old man changed.

“As the commander of the Red Forest Army, you should do what you must.”

“Swords, they break easily.”

“With a sword in hand, one must never falter.”

The white-haired elder laughed heartily, his eyes bursting with vitality.

“Putting aside that the crown prince is benevolent and has treated you kindly, elevating you from obscurity, by the law of primogeniture alone, the throne belongs to the crown prince.”

“The Third Prince flaunts his martial prowess and acts recklessly; if he were to become the emperor, I fear the people would suffer immensely.”

The elder sighed lightly as he too looked up at the young figure on top of the city wall.

“Qi’er is a son I had in my old age, and I’ve indulged him too much. I let him follow the Third Prince hoping it would temper him, but I never expected him to become entangled in a struggle for power.”

“Xue Yu’an won’t surrender even if you kill the rest of us.”

“Let me go, and I’ll take him down.”

The elder’s words stunned the Qiu Family members behind him.

“Big brother, that’s your own son!”

“Big brother, with Qiu Qi’s contributions to the dragon, our Qiu Family could become a noble and aristocratic family!”

“Patriarch, have you lost your senses?”

Shocked exclamations rose from behind Qiu Changlin.

Qiu Changlin looked steadily at Han Muye.

Han Muye raised his arm, and his three-foot-long sword slashed down on the ropes binding Qiu Changlin’s arms.

The ropes broke.

“Clang—”p>

Han Muye tossed the three-foot-long sword in front of Qiu Changlin.

Qiu Changlin, holding the sword, let out a long laugh and strode forward.

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When he reached the foot of the city wall, he gripped the sword and looked up at the figure on the wall.

“Father!”

The green-armored young man atop the city wall called out loudly.

Qiu Changlin slowly raised his sword in hand: “Qi’er, you shouldn’t have blocked the Red Forest Army from entering the city.”

“I’ve already promised Yu’an to come into the city and take you away.”

His words made everyone on the city wall freeze.

On top of the city wall, the young man’s expression changed as he gripped a bow tightly, the arrow pointed at Qiu Changlin.

“Father, are you truly here on Xue Yu’an’s behalf to capture me?”

Qiu Changlin burst out laughing as he swiftly ascended thirty feet.

“Back in the day, I, Qiu Changlin, was a force to be reckoned with in the martial world, where a single sword could slash through a thousand suits of armor!”

As he reached the top of the city wall, Qiu Changlin’s voice echoed.

Above the city wall, the green-armored young man clenched his teeth, and the bowstring of his large bow was released.

“Thump—”

The long arrow flew out.

The arrow, aimed at the sword-wielding Qiu Changlin, shot straight for his chest.

Qiu Changlin’s face still wore a smile as the sword in his hand stopped.

“Thud—”

The long arrow pierced through his chest, carrying Qiu Changlin’s body, which fell more than ten yards away, raising a cloud of dust.

“Clang—”

The sword in Qiu Changlin’s hand dropped.

Han Muye watched the falling figure, his face betraying a complex expression.

“What good is a sharp sword edge?”

“If one hesitates to strike, it’s all in vain.”

“When the sword in hand is razor-sharp but cannot strike, it can only wound oneself…”

With a light sigh, he raised his hand, pointing towards the city wall before him.

“All forces, storm the city!”

…

As if detached from it all, Han Muye watched as the army overran the city walls, watched as the green-armored young man wept bitterly before him, begging for mercy.

The army advanced, taking over the imperial city, and the crown prince ascended to the throne.

In his hand, he now held the sword that had fallen from Qiu Changlin’s hands.

“Are righteousness and loyalty but shackles to the way of the sword?”

Han Muye whispered to himself as the illusion before him slowly dissipated.

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