Berserk God of War

Lao Chun...

Master Wuji's old servant, a person who wants to put him to death.

It was initially because Lao Chun fabricated Master Wuji's instructions that led him to the Wunian Fox Gate Manor, which subsequently resulted in the encounter with the Fox Sect Master. Sikong Jing never asked Master Wuji about how he dealt with Lao Chun later.

But now, in this situation, what is the sudden purpose of his son's arrival?

Without any hesitation, Sikong Jing said, "Let him in."

After a while, Lao Chun's son was brought before Sikong Jing by the girls of the Fox Sect. He was, of course, the coachman who was previously stabbed through the heart by a black-clad man in the woodshed.

At this moment, the coachman was in an extremely miserable state, with his clothes around his chest still soaked in fresh blood.

Most of his meridians throughout his body were shattered...

Upon seeing Sikong Jing, he slowly looked at Renyou and the other women around him, his gaze flickering.

The meaning was very clear...

The words he was about to say to Sikong Jing could not be heard by anyone else present.

Sikong Jing stared at the coachman, clearly able to see that he indeed had something urgent to convey, and promptly instructed Renyou and the others to withdraw, then quietly asked, "You are Lao Chun's son? What do you want with me?"

Thud...

Seeing that no one else was around, the coachman immediately knelt before Sikong Jing, then began to kowtow repeatedly.

"Brother Sikong, it is my father who wronged you, and I have wronged you as well..."

"Back then, I knew perfectly well that my father wanted to harm you but did not have the courage to inform you or Master Wuji."

"I am guilty and deserve death!"

Sikong Jing was slightly surprised by the coachman's actions at this moment but continued to stare at him calmly.

It was also evident through the coachman's expression that he was sincerely apologizing.

Sikong Jing took a slight breath, did not ask the coachman to stand up, but again asked, "You came to me, not just to say this, right?"

If it was just an apology, he wouldn't have a reason to seek him out, especially in the terrifying crisis situation of the Emperor's Limitless Weapon.

At these words, the coachman slowly raised his head and hoarsely said, "I beg you, Brother Sikong, to save the Lingque Secret Realm, to save Master Wuji."

Sikong Jing's body suddenly straightened, and he asked again, "What do you mean by that?"

"My father has already betrayed Master Wuji. He intends to open the Lingque Secret Realm for the Qianwang Holy Tower and bring its people into the realm. They probably have already entered by now." The coachman's voice was trembling.

Sikong Jing's previously calm expression finally changed, becoming extremely solemn.

Next, the coachman recounted his experiences.

"The last black-clad man thought I was dead, but I had already cultivated the 'Golden Cold Spirit Sparrow Technique' left by Brother Sikong, so my meridians weren't entirely severed, only the gold attribute ones, which fooled the black-clad man."

"When the black-clad man thrust his sword into my chest, I immediately shifted to the cold attribute to protect my heart and survived."

"Then I didn't dare go back to Wuji Town; I wanted to find Master Wuji..."

Sikong Jing quickly understood why the coachman in front of him could survive.

The 'Golden Cold Spirit Sparrow Technique' was something he created, so he naturally knew it contained dual attributes, with gold and cold meridians running in parallel.

With the gold attribute on the outside and the cold attribute on the inside, the coachman was able to survive by this fortunate chance.

Without waiting for Sikong Jing to speak, the coachman continued, "But when I ran to the outskirts of Wanbing City, I found out that Master Wuji and Little Liang were under a terrifying siege by the people of Qianwang Holy Tower. I simply couldn't enter to report."

"At that time, I didn't know what to do, so I thought of Brother Sikong, and then I came."

At this, the coachman's entire body trembled uncontrollably, illustrating how helpless he had been during this period.

He then kowtowed repeatedly, pleading, "Brother Sikong, Master Wuji is under siege, our Lingque Secret Realm, and our homeland has probably been occupied already, and many people are probably dead."

"Xiao Jia might be in danger too, and only you can save them now."

Hearing this, Sikong Jing's fists were already clenched tightly; he did not expect Pei Yufeng to have such a move up his sleeve.

After taking a deep breath, Sikong Jing asked again, "Since you came to me, you should know that I am a disciple of the Wunian Saint Sect, and I am supposed to kill the remnants of Su Old Demon. Aren't you afraid... that I might kill you?"

These words caused the coachman to slump to the ground with a thud.

He indeed understood Sikong Jing's apparent identity, also known as Sikong Buwang, and as a disciple of the Wunian Saint Sect.

Hence, he was able to seek him out.

In the next moment, he desperately shook his head, saying, "I have no other choice."

"Moreover, I believe that since Master Wuji could bring Brother Sikong into the Secret Realm and Brother Sikong could give us systematic Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills, then he will surely help us."

"As long as Brother Sikong is willing to save the Lingque Secret Realm, I am willing to atone with my death."

By saying this, the coachman's eyes had become extremely resolute.

Sikong Jing deeply closed his eyes, then quickly tossed out a medicinal pill, saying, "Swallow it, and then wait for me here."

With that, Sikong Jing swiftly returned to the Little Ice Tower with a flash of movement.

The coachman then looked at the medicine pill in his hand, closed his eyes, and consumed it...

Immediately, his injuries began to heal quickly, and a sense of happiness gradually arose in his heart as Brother Sikong had clearly agreed to help.

Inside the Little Ice Tower, Sikong Jing awakened his sister, who was cultivating.

"Linger, brother has to leave now."

"Brother must go to Wuji Town now; whether he can return to find you is uncertain, but rest assured, brother will absolutely be fine... brother can tear apart everything, you know that."

Sikong Ling stared blankly at her brother, her mind recalling the sight of him transforming into a terrifying human-shaped monster.

Without waiting for his sister to respond, Sikong Jing continued to instruct.

"Brother might come back, or he might not return to Wanbing City, so if you encounter any danger in Wanbing City, take the demon beast meridians brother gave you and ask the Mieqing Venerable for help."

"At the same time, I will have the Absolute Night Demon Wolf protect you; it will also swear to protect you with its life."

Sikong Jing's words were firm as nails, intensely staring at his sister.

And Sikong Ling's little face slowly turned from initial bewilderment and reluctance to extreme determination: "Brother, go rest assured, Ling'er isn't that weak. After all, Ling'er was once the Young Sect Master of Wangyou Sect."

After saying that, the siblings locked eyes firmly.

The next moment, Sikong Jing gently laughed and patted his sister's head.

"Once Master Wuji is rescued, brother will first head back to the East Dominator Branch, and then when I reach the Spirit Martial stage, I'll come to the Wunian Saint Sect to find you so we can open the second letter left by our parents together."

To this, Sikong Ling nodded heavily. Their parents' second letter was meant to be opened once they reached the Spirit Martial stage.

Both of them were already at the peak of the Martial Battle Stage and wouldn't take long to reunite again.

And they could learn more advanced secrets left by their parents.

"Brother, I'll be going now." Watching him under Sikong Ling's gaze, Sikong Jing spoke once more before disappearing from the Little Ice Tower.

Sikong Ling watched her brother's departing figure, without tears, but still resolutely closing her eyes.

Her brother's enemies are numerous, so she must become stronger and for her brother... annihilate all his enemies.