Chapter 1145: Resolution Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! ... A series of loud explosions resonated in the air. A majestic wooden building collapsed, sending dust flying everywhere. Three people were waiting outside in the distance. A figure holding a three-foot-long blade stood before the collapsed building. Waves and waves of tyrannical aura exuded from the figure. The collapsed building was his artwork. "Everything’s over now." After a long time, the man holding the three-foot-long sword heaved a sigh of relief. His ancient voice sounded free now. "Father, mother, my clansmen... I, Gold Thug, have avenged all of you!" He retracted the three-foot-long blade. He kneeled in the sky before he bowed three times in the northwest direction and stood up. The man was dressed in a golden robe. He looked majestic and awe-inspiring. He was none other than Gold Thug. The building he destroyed housed the Berserk Mongrel Rodent Clan’s ancestral shrine. In the next instance, Gold Thug pricked his finger and made an inviolable oath. "I, Gold Thug, swear with the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation that from now on, I’ll follow my Master, Duan Ling Tian, with all my heart. If I have any impure intention, I’ll be struck to death by lightning and die a horrible death!" Now that he had obtained his heart’s desire, it was time to carry out his promise. Bam! Bam! Bam! ... Nine claps of thunder resonated in the sky in correspondence to Gold Thug’s oath. The moment this oath was made, he no longer lived for himself! "The lightning did not strike. Looks like Gold Thug is going to sincerely follow Young Master now." After a while, Xiong Quan did not see any signs of a lightning strike. He immediately looked at Duan Ling Tian. "Congratulations on getting a brave general, Young Master." Duan Ling Tian nodded his head lightly. His expression did not change much, but his eyes were gleaming brightly. "Let’s go! We still need to rush to the Yin Yang Sect!" Soon after, Duan Ling Tian motioned to Gold Thug. With a wave of his hand, a wave of rolling energy swept out and quickly enveloped Feng Tian Wu, Xiong Quan, and Gold Thug. With his energy alone, he brought the three of them flying toward their destination — the Yin Yang Sect. "Ke’er, Little Fei’er... I’m coming." Duan Ling Tian’s gaze was piercing when he looked in the direction where the Yin Yang Sect’s estate was located. Although Duan Ling Tian flew with Feng Tian Wu and the other two in tow, he could still use the Ninth Form of the Nine Dragons War Sovereign Technique — the Divine Dragon Form — and cultivate. His cultivation speed was not slow at all. Apart from this, he was also holding a jewel that was gleaming with five colors in his hand. It was the Heavenly Jewel. At this moment, he was constantly absorbing the Heavenly Jewel Energy and raising the Fused Profundity that was formed from the fusion of five Monarch Stage Nature Profundities at an extremely fast speed. Moreover, Duan Ling Tian did not forget about the Sword Dao contained in the word ’Sword’ as he continued to comprehend it with all his might. He had already reaped the result of his labor. Just in the span of two months, his First Level Monarch Stage Sword Profundity was raised to the Sixth Level in one fell swoop with the help from the Sword Dao contained in the word ’Sword’ that was left behind by Sword Saint Feng Qing Yang. In just two months, he had passed five whole levels! If this story spread out, nobody would believe him because it was just too absurd! Duan Ling Tian knew if he heard about someone raising his Monarch Stage Profundity by five levels in just two months, he would not believe it as well. However, since this happened to him, there was no way he could not believe it. His strength had really undergone an earth-shattering transformation in these two months. ’With my current strength, I have no need to fear even if I encounter an ordinary Seventh Level Martial Monarch powerhouse in the Yin Yang Sect! However, I’m afraid I’m still not a match for the Peak Master of Yang Peak!’ Duan Ling Tian’s face turned grave the moment he thought of this. The Peak Master of Yang Peak was someone who stood at the peak of a first-rate force. It was unlikely he could compare to someone like that now. "What’s he worried about? Why is he so eager to go to the Yin Yang Sect?" Feng Tian Wu noticed that Duan Ling Tian’s expression had turned grave. Her heart jolted, and her autumn eyes were filled with confusion. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Four figures soared through the sky and made their way to the Yin Yang Sect. ... Yang Peak in the Yin Yang Sect. There was a vast stone platform on the mountainside close to the peak. A chain of building complex stood on the stone platform and was concealed behind mist. It was not easily seen from the outside. When the mist dissipated, only the outlines of the building complex could be seen. They were all mansions that stood alone in a neat arrangement. The arrangement seemed quite comfortable to the eyes. Whoosh! Whoosh! Suddenly, two figures flying in the sky descended near the building complex. The one in the lead was a graceful woman dressed in white. The woman was incomparably beautiful with a touch innocence. It seemed as though the innocence could not be touched by the flow of time. However, the white-clad young girl’s expression did not look too good at the moment. Her face was gloomy and filled with anxiety. "Junior Sister Ke’er, I’ll treat you well after you marry me." The person trailing behind the white-clad young woman was a young man who wore a white robe embroidered with red flames. The young man was around thirty-five years old. His brows showed hints of frivolity. It was obvious he was a good-for-nothing rich kid. At this moment, he was brazenly chasing after the white-clad woman. In just a short period of time, he was only a foot away from the white-clad woman. Whoosh! The white-clad woman suddenly raised her hand and a three-foot-long blade that emitted a tyrannical aura appeared in her hand. "Get away from me! Otherwise, I’ll kill you even if you’re the son of the Peak Master of Yang Peak!" At the same time, waves of sword intent rose up from the white-clad woman. The Heaven and Earth Energy whirled above the sky and finally gathered into the Heaven and Earth Phenomenon. Several thousands of ancient horned dragons’ silhouettes spiraled as they descended in a lively manner. The young man’s face turned grave. For a moment, he did not dare to get close to the white-clad woman. He knew she was far stronger than he was. It would not be difficult for her to kill him. The young man’s eyes gleamed coldly as he thought to himself, ’You bitch! After you marry me, I want to see how you’re going to remain chaste!’ He was not really worried the white-clad woman before him would attack him. He got a tight grasp on her weakness after all. Her weakness was his trump card, and he had used it to force her to marry him. "You’ll be my woman in another month’s time! At that time, I’ll have you writhing under me! Unless you want your best friend, Li Fei, to die!" The young man looked at the white-clad woman and his eyes gleamed lustily. He was extremely pleased with himself. Soon after, the white-clad woman landed before a mansion, and unsurprisingly, she was stopped by an old man. "Scram!" The white-clad woman’s eyes narrowed as she shouted. Her tone was filled with wrath. However, the old man ignored her. Instead, he bowed respectfully to the young man following her. His tone was very humble as he called out, "Young Master." "Bring her to see Li Fei," the young man told the old man and nodded his head nonchalantly. "Yes," the old man replied respectfully. Although he was a Yin Yang Sect’s elder at the Third Level Martial Monarch Stage, he did not dare to be negligent in front of this young man. This was because the young man before him was the son of the Peak Master of Yang Peak! The Peak Master of Yang Peak had saved his life a few times before, he was his savior! If the Peak Master of Yang Peak wanted to betray and leave the Yin Yang Sect, he would gladly follow him without any hesitation. In his heart, he had already regarded himself as the attendant of the Peak Master of Yang Peak. The old man brought the white-clad woman into the mansion. The young man stood outside the mansion. He was not worried the white-clad woman would escape. He believed in the old man’s strength. Moreover, apart from the old man, his father had also sent another two powerhouses who were hiding at the sides of the mansion. Due to this reason, he felt very at ease about this matter. "Hurmph! She actually has a fiancé already... Moreover, she and Li Fei are sharing the same man! When she becomes my woman, I must think of a way to make her disclose that man’s background," the young man muttered under his breath after he snorted. "If that guy is not dead, he’ll remain a thorn in my heart! If he dies, the thorn will vanish as well!" When he reached the end of his sentence, an icy killing intent gleamed in his eyes as though he was about to devour someone. In the mansion, the old man brought the white-clad woman to the front courtyard. The front courtyard was a huge garden filled with all kinds of plants and flowers. There was a pavilion in the center. Inside the pavilion, another white-clad woman sat cross-legged. It seemed as though her aura had merged with her surroundings. This white-clad woman also possessed the kind of beauty that could topple a nation. However, compared to the innocence of a beautiful daughter from a humble family that the white-clad woman who had just arrived possessed, her face was sexy and filled with an alluring charm. It was enough to make any man fall for her. "Sister Fei’er," the white-clad woman called out softly as she stood outside of the pavilion. The white-clad woman inside the pavilion opened her eyes. Her seductive eyes brightened, and her face was filled with shock and excitement. "Younger sister Ke’er." In the next instance, both of the white-clad women moved toward each other like two white butterflies. They held onto each other’s hands and studied each other carefully. The white-clad woman whose face was filled with a seductive charm remarked with a pang in her heart, "Younger sister Ke’er, you’ve become thin." "Sister Fei’er, you’ve also become thin." Ke’er did not know when but two streaks of tears were already streaming down her naive and delicate face when she saw the white-clad woman before her. The pitiful expression on her face was enough to make one’s heart ache. "Younger sister Ke’er, don’t cry... If that scoundrel knows you’re like this now, his heart would ache for you, you know," Li Fei comforted her in a soft voice. Still, her autumn eyes were also brimming with tears the more she spoke. "Sister Fei’er, I also miss Young Master... I wonder how’s he doing now? Is he still in the Seven Star Sword Sect?" Ke’er’s voice was wracked by sobs. A purple figure with a graceful bearing appeared in her mind. It did not vanish for a long time. "Younger sister Ke’er, there’s only a month left now. If Senior Sister is still unable to reach out to Peak Master and Master... I mean, if... A-Are you prepared?" Li Fei asked as her eyes glimmered with tears. "Sister Fei’er, there’s nothing to prepare... I rather die than betray Young Master!" Ke’er resolutely announced.