Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 694 - Chapter 694 Chapter 580 Fu Nius Hope

Chapter 694: Chapter 580: Fu Niu’s Hope Chapter 694: Chapter 580: Fu Niu’s Hope How strong was Sword Master Cold Crow’s ability to make enemies when he was young?

Roger couldn’t help but snark.

He slaughtered dozens of disciples, yet that couldn’t quell the hatred against him. On his path to rising power, just how many did he kill?

Roger kept silent, his gaze sweepingly calm as he glanced at the other.

It was an old man who looked to be in his sixties, with grizzled temples and deep wrinkles on his face, wearing a brown Samurai Clothing, which had a different style from the disciples of Funiu Sword Pavilion.

A flicker of understanding in his eyes, Roger knew this was a force attached to the Funiu Sword Pavilion.

It seemed that others had overheard the notification.

Roger didn’t respond, while a murderous aura loomed on the old man’s face.

“Why don’t you answer?”

“Aren’t you a student of Sword Master Cold Crow?”

Roger nodded.

“I am.”

“Keng!”

“Then draw your sword!” the old man roared, pulling out his weapon.

“Even after so many years, I still remember how my father died before my eyes. Now, it’s time for that person to pay the price!”

Facing the oncoming murderous intent, Roger had no defensive moves; he simply stood there with a relaxed demeanor, his gaze calmly sweeping around.

“Do you think I will let you go if you do nothing?”

The old man sneered.

Seeing the expression on his face, a cold light flashed in Roger’s eyes.

“If my teacher killed your father, why don’t you go to Hankawa yourself and seek revenge?”

“You fear death, yet you’re not willing to admit it. So, you plan to prove your filial piety with my life, is that it?”

Roger spoke up.

After hearing his words, the old man’s face initially reddened, then turned a ghastly pale.

Gabang!

He gritted his teeth.

“I will go to Hankawa, but not now. Wait until I…”

“Wait until you’ve gathered enough strength?”

Roger scoffed coldly.

“Are you dreaming? Do you stand a chance to reach the Sword Master’s level even if given 300 years?”

“Sorry, I forgot one thing. Even if you did become a Sword Master, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“There are many Sword Masters, but there’s only one Sword Master Cold Crow.”

The old man’s complexion turned from pale to ashen; his grip on his weapon tightened as he seemed on the verge of launching an attack.

Roger didn’t intend to delve into the past experiences and grievances of Sword Master Cold Crow. In this process, many rights and wrongs had become indistinguishable.

In fact, after having encountered the Transcendent World, Roger was clear that the true rights and wrongs weren’t that significant.

Murder warrants retribution; it’s only natural.

But to transfer hatred and graft it onto him, the so-called disciple…

He didn’t want to consider whether he should or not, nor was he willing to bear the inexplicable hatred; but if the other party still chose to attack when he was completely unguarded…

“This is Qinglu Mountain!”

A voice came, and Roger looked up to see a young man in blue garments striding towards them.

The young man was stout, with distinctive features. Others might not notice, but Roger could see a trace of mixed heritage in his facial features.

It seemed the rumors weren’t baseless; there was some truth to them, although it was still hasty to judge based solely on appearance.

“We belong to the Sword Pavilion, but I think no power can stop a Samurai’s thirst for vengeance.”

The old man spoke, his tone forceful, yet his sword-gripping hand slightly relaxed.

“I don’t care about the grievances between you, but on this mountain, the rules of the Sword Pavilion are the law, and right now he is our guest,” replied the young man coldly.

“Good, very good!”

“I’ll be waiting for him to come down the mountain!”

The old man sheathed his weapon, gave Roger a few fierce glances, and then turned to leave.

“Guest of Hankawa, follow me,” said the young man, “The teacher and the others are waiting for you.”

“Call me Roger.”

Roger and Higurashi Chika followed the young man’s steps.

“Kitagawa Masaru.”

The young man replied.

Roger nodded, recalling the information of the young man before him.

According to Michihiro Morita, Funiu had four Sword Master-level powerhouses, but by the rules, only one could claim the title of Master.

Surrounding Qinglu Mountain, there were other peaks.

Apart from Sword Master Funiu Kitagawa Nobuhiko, there were three others managing the various affairs within the Sword Pavilion.

These three were known as the Peak Masters.

They were Miyanori Chiyoko, Saito Tsuyoshi, and Ishida Minami.

Each had many disciples. After entering the Sword Pavilion, the number of Samurai Roger saw was several times more than in Hankawa.

That was only the main peak; including the other three mountains, the number was probably even more astonishing.

The current Sword Master Funiu was named Kitagawa Nobuhiko. He had no children of his own but had adopted several as his students.

This Kitagawa Masaru was one of them.

“This is Qinglu Mountain, where everything must adhere to the rules of the Funiu Sword Pavilion. The person who challenged you earlier is named Honda Akira. Decades ago, his father was killed by Sword Master Cold Crow in a battle.”

Walking in front, Kitagawa Masaru suddenly spoke.

“A fair duel?”

Roger inquired.

“Something like that, but an accident happened during the duel…”

Kitagawa Masaru sighed.

“Back then, Sword Master Cold Crow was already well-known, not yet as honored and recognized as he is today, but he was almost considered a leading figure among the younger generation.”

“How much of a Samurai’s battle is for honor?” asked Kitagawa Masaru with a cold laugh.

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