Chapter 407: You’re an Impostor!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Lan Wuxin heaved a long sigh of relief – he had finally managed to enter!

There was finally hope... Finally…

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Chancellor Lan was greatly comforted, waiting for Old Forefather to come out and tell him that they could already…

Hold up!

That was not right. There was still another hurdle. Jun Moyan was right here, how could he soul-search the assassin afterward? Would he even agree to it?

This was the key, the main crux of the matter.

Lan Wuxin sighed.

The justice for the country could no longer hold Jun Moyan in check.

There was only one way left – to call upon His Majesty! With His Majesty’s status, it should be successful.

If the emperor got rejected even if he were to come personally, Jun Moyan’s reputation in the Empire of Ziyou would be fully tarnished; any citizen would despise him and such a consequence would probably not be what Jun Moyan would be happy to see and accept willingly.

As for making a personal appearance, Lan Wuxin believed that His Majesty had long been prepared for it.

Wait… have I forgotten something?

Lan Wuxin was deep in thought, frowning slightly.

There seemed to be something wrong somewhere, but he could not lay a finger on it… It was a mind-boggling feeling and gave rise to panic in Chancellor Lan as if something bad was about to happen.

What have I overlooked?

Old Forefather has gone in for some time now.

Right, Old Forefather!

Yes!

Didn’t Old Forefather say before that he knew Jun Moyan?

When Jun Moyan saw Old Forefather, why didn’t he seem to recognize him? Their conversation and exchange of words didn't seem to be that between friends or even acquaintances. What was going on?

Lan Wuxin felt a simmer of panic rise out of the blue.

He thought about it and had actually arrived at the answer some time ago; there could only be two possibilities right now.

The first was that the Old Forefather was lying and he did not know Jun Moyan at all. The second was that the Old Forefather had changed too much and Jun Moyan did not immediately recognize him.

"He probably didn’t recognize him! Absolutely! He must not have recognized him!"

The poor Chancellor was murmuring to himself like he was about to go crazy.

If there were to be an issue regarding this matter, it wouldn't only be him who would be embarrassed, but the entire Empire of Ziyou would have been fooled!

It would be too much to bear.

It must not be!

It had to be a change that was so vast, that even someone familiar could not recognize it.

It had to be this – it must be. The Elder Yun of today and the Elder Yun of yesteryear was distinctly different in appearance; he appeared to be a youth now. It was only natural that no one would recognize him.

Chancellor Lan, who was irrevocably committed, could only think of this possibility.

…

Yun Yang had already entered the small house.

Jun Moyan’s performance outside made Yun Yang feel that this person was dependable and overall a good man, but… the stake was too great; Yun Yang dared not act recklessly.

After all, Jun Moyan was from Ziyou. He could be amicable to Old Dugu, but it was better for Yun Yang, the public enemy of the four empires and the devil who had his hands painted with the blood of four nations’ men, to maintain a low profile!

Jun Moyan followed behind Yun Yang, still in his snow-white attire; his long sword had gone back to its scabbard some time ago.

Yun Yang could feel the prickling pain of Jun Moyan’s gaze on his back; it felt like he was being poked by the long sword with each step he took.

"Who are you?" Jun Moyan asked.

Yun Yang replied, "Only a healer who has come to heal the injured. Why insist on knowing who I am? What benefit will it bring to the one injured? What benefit will it bring to you?"

Jun Moyan snorted coldly and said, "Rumor has it that an otherworldly expert has graced Zilong City recently. Not only is his cultivation base superior, he can summon mystical beasts and is even called Old Forefather by the Physician Genius Family… I guess that must be you?"

Yun Yang said faintly, "If there’s no one else, then that would be me."

Jun Moyan chuckled knowingly, "It's too bad you’re not Feng Xiange!"

"Oh?" Yun Yang hummed softly to himself.

Jun Moyan chuckled coldly, "You’re only an impostor wearing someone else’s shell!"

"Why do you think so? Do you know the God of Wine?" Yun Yang smiled faintly in reply.

"There is no 'why'. Just because I say so, you must be an impostor!" Jun Moyan’s voice was cold and calm.

Yun Yang smiled faintly. "Since you know that I’m an impostor, why didn’t you expose me outside?"

Jun Moyan smirked and said, "To have put in so much effort to sneak into Zilong City and not actually being Feng Xiange, you must be someone from the other side!"

Yun Yang’s heart skipped a beat. "Swordsman, your assertion might be too arbitrary."

Jun Moyan sighed and said, "There's no need to panic, I won’t expose you. Since they think you’re Feng Xiange, I shall take you as Feng Xiange too. Perhaps you are Feng Xiange. It’s best to maintain the illusion."

His gaze traveled across the room as he said sadly, "The person inside is my best friend and brother, he’s also my life savior. I’ve owed him too much in this life; I’m so sorry for him."

"Both countries are at war now, with opposing stances. I can’t ignore my own stance nor can I be oblivious to my home country. No matter how many years I’ve strayed, I’m still a youth of Ziyou after all."

"So he just lies there. I have the intention and power, but I can’t save him. This is a huge pressure, an indescribable torture! My conscience can no longer exist in this period of time!"

"I am a swordsman! I do not bend nor stretch to accommodate anyone! I don’t omit my conscience!"

"However, my heart now…"

Jun Moyan heaved a long sigh.

Yun Yang followed his gaze. He understood the meaning behind Jun Moyan’s sigh.

A top-tier swordsman’s heart should not be tainted, not even by a sliver nor a drop of flaw should be present! Any sort of remorse, guilt or similar negative emotions, should not exist.

If they did, it would affect the heart of the swordsman and become a hindrance to his future swordsmanship.

In spite of this, Jun Moyan was obviously stuck in the middle now.

If he accounted for his personal sentiments and let his friend go, it would be a fact that he was from the Empire of Ziyou no matter how high a status he would achieve in the martial world; to connive the enemy for his personal emotions would make him a traitor!

How could his sword heart remain crystal clear?

On the other hand, if he did not save his friend when he could have and watched him die in torment instead, his conscience would only suffer further. How could his sword heart be clear of the guilt?

Therefore, Yun Yang or Elder Yun’s arrival could really be a chance for Jun Moyan to resolve this episode.

"If he were not involved, I’d have opted to stay out of the war between the two countries for world domination." Jun Moyan seemed to be confessing something that lay heavily in his heart.

Yun Yang felt an absurd sense of violation to see such a confession from an otherworldly expert.

"I truly hope that you can save him and bring him away safely." Jun Moyan said quietly, "I won’t help you escape, but I won’t stop you either. From the moment you escape with him, Jun Moyan will no longer be in Ziyou!"

Yun Yang replied faintly, "In the end, I’ll still have to escape with my own capability. If I can’t manage to do it, it’d be unrelated to you if your friend and I die in this city!"

Jun Moyan was silent for a bit and said, "That is correct. This is the only leeway I will give you."

Yun Yang chuckled, "Jun Moyan, you really are one honest swordsman!"

Jun Moyan’s glare almost had swords shooting from it. "Watch your words!"

Yun Yang chuckled and retrieved the Medallion of Gratitude from the space storage, tossing it over casually and said, "I thought this was going to be useful but it’s absolute rubbish. Take it back. It’s only going to take up my space instead."

Jun Moyan was shocked. "You’re Yun Yang?"

Yun Yang said haughtily, "Yun Yang? This old man is Elder Yun - Physician Genius Family’s Old Forefather, Elder Yun!"

Jun Moyan kept the medallion quietly and said, "With the premise of not involving the country and people, I can help you with one other thing!"

Yun Yang had never been one to keep his excitement hidden, so his eyes shone once he heard the words. "If so, I really have something to ask of you."

Jun Moyan was perplexed.

Weren’t you high and mighty just now? Didn’t want to bother me? Isn’t my Medallion of Gratitude simply rubbish?

Why did you suddenly change your mind?

"What is it? Speak. As long as it doesn’t involve the Empire of Ziyou, I will complete it for you. Jun Moyan’s Medallion of Gratitude will never be taken back for nothing!"

"Great! There are too many Four Seasons Tower’s people out there." Yun Yang said, "Help me kill these people. This won’t relate to country and people, will it? It’s purely a grudge against the martial world!"

Jun Moyan felt things begin to slip out of his control.

Why don’t I help you dominate the world while I'm at it?

Maybe I don’t have an opponent, fighting those Four Seasons Tower’s men one to one, but Mr. Nian and the other higher authorities will definitely appear if we were to take this seriously. I will be the one who meets his doom in the end!

"I really can’t guarantee this!" Jun Moyan looked weighed down. "I can only wipe out a batch for you when I leave. There are only three of four of those whom I know and are obviously from the tower. I can’t be sure of the rest at all."

Yun Yang said nonchalantly, "It doesn’t matter, as long as you kill that handful whom you can recognize. From then on, we owe each other nothing. When we meet again, there’s only the perspective of our stance and not our sentiments."

Jun Moyan smirked cynically.

Are you relying upon me now?

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