My Father the Southern Immortal Emperor

Chapter 75 Master, Where Are You?

Looking at his enemy's head from close range, Jordan turned around, his shoulders shaking.

A while later, he turned towards Leon with gratitude on his face. He said two words out loud, "Thank you, brother!"

No one knew how emotional she felt when she said that.

He's been through a lot before. His wife had died in a terrible way, while his son could have died at any time. While his enemy was out there enjoying life, he had to suppress his shame to be able to survive.

Right now, his life is different. His enemy was beheaded and his son survived. Now that he was reunited with his old friend, he was truly relieved.

Leon glanced at the crowd below expressionlessly. People lowered their heads one after another as no one dared to look at him. They did not even dare to breathe loudly because they were afraid that this evil creature had not finished killing.

Leon took a deep breath after frowning. He reached into his dantian deeply and shouted with all his might. What sounded like a dragon roar burst out from his mouth with an immense might.

However, it did not damage the surrounding buildings at all. Instead, everyone became unsteady and fell down one after another.

Jordan's expression changed. "Leon, you..."

"Don't worry. I didn't kill them. I just wiped some of their memories. They won't remember anything that happened tonight when they woke up" Leon reassured with a smile.

He had performed the Eight Tones Heavenly Dragon technique which was a method that specifically targeted one's soul. Although Leon's cultivation base was still low, it was fine for him to erase the memories of ordinary people.

Jordan was relieved. Leon walks into Erson's body and picks up a few boxes of cash before walking out of the fight club with Jordan.

As he flicked his finger, all the lights and cameras in the fight club broke.

...

At Jordan's house, Leon puts Erson's head in front of Jordan's wife's memorial tablet. He turned around and looked at Jordan behind him after praying with three incense sticks.

"Are you not going to ask me how I became so strong? Aren't you going to ask me why I didn't even blink when I killed?"

"No!"

Jordan gave him a cigarette and sucked it deep after lighting it up. Trust shone in his eyes.

"You are my brother. No matter what you have done and what you have gone through, you are forever my brother!"

Leon nodded and thought that the old Jordan had returned. He asked after a few seconds of silence, "What do you plan to do next?"

"I don't know yet. I might take Jordie back to my hometown to visit my parents because they miss her so much." Jordan shook his head and raised his eyes to look towards the room where his son was sleeping. His expression looked somewhat guilty.

His son is already a big boy, but he has never met his grandparents, so it makes sense that he feels guilty.

Leon thought about it and said, "Why didn't you come to help me? I have a company now. This is a cosmetics company, but I plan to make it a pharmaceutical company, and I will immediately appoint you as the deputy general manager if you join!"

"You even have a company now?" Jordan was shocked again. He continued to force a smile. "I don't think I can. If I bankrupt your company, I..."

"If I think you can, then you can. you will be the deputy general manager first. I'll put you under Owen."

Leon frowned. "How about this? I'll send you the company address later. You can report once you're done with your own business."

"Oh yeah, remember to bury that thing after you finish praying to my sister-in-law. Don't scare my godson!"

Leon then left after saying that.

...

On top of an unknown mountain in the northeast, there was a dilapidated Taoist temple in a somewhat deserted area. There was a group of vine trees in front of the temple and a rattan chair had been placed under the vine.

A dying old priest lay on a weathered chair and stared into space. If we take a closer look, we will see that the aura of the old priest is fading.

There was a young man dressed in white who was 17 or 18 years old standing in front of the old priest. The young man carried a broken sword, and he watched the old priest in silence.

"huk, huk!"

The old priest coughed twice as traces of blood spilled from the corners of his lips. However, he still grinned. "Bad boy, I'm already dying. Can't you call me your teacher?"

"Go away quietly. I'll avenge you." The young man was a man who did not say much, and no one could see the expression on his face.

In this world, swords have no teachers or friends. He had only one master, and his relationship with his master was sometimes as a servant or friend. His master had brought him along when he was just at the Energy Refining stage.

For 3,000 years, humans and swords had explored 10,000 worlds and they had finally conquered the Eternal World. The sword was named the Unparalleled Sword Intent, and was also known as the Heavenly Emperor Sword!

The master understood everything about the sword. He really understands!

Meanwhile, the sword also understood its master!

Regardless of the traitor's powerful stance, his master had taken his soul from the Heavenly Emperor Sword at a critical moment. He was trying to reincarnate in the world. He did not want the sword to die for him.

Back then, he had destroyed his own body to protect his master!

Then, he fell unconscious. He realized that he had come to this world when he woke up and happened to now have a human body.

However, his master has left!

He wants to find his master!

He wanted to protect the dignity of the Sword Dao!

If an ordinary man heard that, the man would definitely be extremely irritated by what he said. However, the old priest laughed out loud hearing that. His laughter contained happiness, calmness, and satisfaction.

"Good! You don't need to make a monument for me after my death! But you must mourn for me for three months. You can't get out of the mountain for three months!"

The young man in white clothes said coldly, "Good!"

The old priest turned pink as a clear sign of clarity. He raised his head to look at the young man next to him with all his remaining strength. He seemed to whisper, "I brought you from the foot of Mount Wonderes half a month ago. I found out that you were born with a clear Heart of Sword. You were born to be a good seed to develop swordsmanship. That's why I brought you back with me!"

"Very unfortunate. It's a pity that you won't make me your teacher after all that. How can you say that my sword ability cannot be compared to that of your master?

"I know you came with an amazing background, but don't be reckless. The world is not as simple as you think!"

After the old priest finished speaking, he fell back into the rattan chair. While his arm landed on the ground, he closed his eyes slowly. A sense of regret remained at the corner of his lips.

The oil lamp suddenly went out.

The young man in white clothes was silent for a moment. Then, he knelt down hard on the ground and kowtowed three times loudly with a serious expression.

"This is a ceremony to make you my teacher as well as to grieve. I'll avenge you in three months!"

A single tear dripped from the corner of the young man's eyes. The tears then dripped onto the ground with a very loud voice.

The young man raised his head to look at the night sky, his eyes resembling stars. "Sir, where are you really?"

...

At the foot of Mount Shiwan, a middle-aged man, who looked rather rude, ran along with a bar of wheat. Even though it was night time, he ran as if he was running on flat ground.

"You killed my Junior brother, so I must avenge him!

"I'm coming, Mr Leon! I, Gopal, have been training hard for 40 winters and summers. It's time I went into the world. I hope you won't let me down!"