Gu Daoist Master

Chapter 1 – The heart of a demon never has regret even in death

“Fang Yuan, quietly hand over the Spring Autumn Cicada and I’ll give you a quick death!”

“Old bastard Fang, stop attempting to resist anymore, today all of the major factions of justice have combined together just to destroy your devil lair. This place is already covered in inescapable nets, this time you will definitely be decapitated!”

“Fang Yuan you damn demon, just because you wanted to cultivate the Spring Autumn Cicada, you’ve gone and killed thousands of people. You’ve committed too many unforgivable, heinous sins!“

“Demon, 300 years ago you insulted me, took away my body’s purity, killed my entire family and executed my nine generations. From that moment onwards, I hated you with a burning passion! Today, I want you to die!”

……

Fang Yuan was in deep green robes that had been torn to shreds. His hair was disheveled and his entire body was covered in blood. He looked around.

The bloody robes waved lightly in the mountain breeze like a war flag.

Fresh blood flowed from the numerous wounds on the body. Just by standing there for a short while, Fang Yuan had already accumulated a large pool of blood beneath his feet.

Enemies surrounded him all around; there was already no way out.

It was a forgone conclusion that he would die here.

Fang Yuan understood his situation clearly, but even in the face of death his expression did not change, it was calm.

His gaze was quiet, his eyes like deep pools of water in a well, so deep that there seemed to be no end.

The major factions of justice that had surrounded him were not just the experienced elders, but also young and talented heroes. Around the heavily surrounded Fang Yuan, some were roaring, some were sneering; there were eyes that were gleaming with light, some holding onto their wounds while looking on fearfully.

They did not move; everyone was wary of Fang Yuan’s final attack.

For 6 hours this tense moment went on until the evening came, the sun casting its rays upon the side of the mountain. In that moment, it was as if the place was on fire.

Fang Yuan, who had been silent as a sculpture the entire time, slowly turned his body.

The group of warriors was suddenly alerted and they all took a big step backwards.

By now the gray mountain rock beneath Fang Yuan’s feet had long been stained a deep red. Due to losing too much blood, his face had become deathly pale; in the afterglow of the sunset, it suddenly had a brilliant luster upon it.

Looking at the setting sun, Fang Yuan lightly laughed. “The sun sets above the blue mountain, the autumn moon with the wind of spring. The morning is fine like hair and night is like snow, whether you succeed or fail when you look back there’s nothing left.”

As he said this, memories of his previous life on Earth emerged before his eyes.

He was originally a Chinese scholar on Earth who chanced upon this world. He endured a hard life for 300 years and went through another 200 years; about over 500 years of his life flew by in the blink of an eye.

many memories that were buried deep inside the heart begun to relive themselves, sprouting into life before his

sighed in his heart emotionally, yet there were no

made his decision in the beginning,

heaven or earth for such a thing – turning into an enemy to the world,

Autumn Cicada that I have just cultivated is effective, I shall still be a demon in my next

demon, what are you laughing

careful everyone, the demon is going to

up and surrender the

moment, with a loud bang,

……

rain quietly rained

was already late in the night, a slight breeze blowing with the

was not covered in darkness; from the side down to the foot of the mountain, dozens

could not be said to match up to ten thousand lights, yet

on the mountain was Gu Yue(1) Village, giving the vast lonely mountain a rich touch

a magnificent pavilion. A grand ceremony was being held

middle-aged appearance, his sideburns were graying and he was clothed in ceremonial white robes, kneeling on the brownish yellow floor. His body was straight with his hands held together,

were three layers on the case, all housing memorial tablets of ancestors. On both sides

were over 10 people kneeling in a similar fashion as him. They wore loose white

waist with his two hands pressing against the floor

important clan members solemnly

with light thuds as the heads knocked

over, the crowd of people slowly got up from the ground

of reliefs were heard from the crowd of elders and the atmosphere loosened up. The noise of discussion slowly

the blink of an eye, a year

previous ceremony feels like it just happened yesterday, I can

grand ceremony, I wonder what new clan blood

talented youths will appear. The Gu Yue clan hasn’t seen a genius emerge for

geniuses appear. Especially that Bai Ning Bing from the Bai clan, his

Ning Bing, but the

two years worth of training, he

he could be said as the most outstanding one. It was to the point that

pillar of the Bai clan. At the very least he would also be an independently strong warrior. No

participating in the ceremony, not

five years of age he was able to recite poetry, seems exceptionally intelligent, especially talented. What

wisdom at a young age, also harboring big ambitions. In the recent years I have heard his creations ‘Jiang Jing Jiu’, ‘Yong Mei’

Gu Yue clan head was the last to walk out of the ancestral temple. After slowly closing the door, he heard the

about the youth known

is natural to pay attention to the outstanding and prominent young ones. And

those who possess strength that could rival an adult, or had other great