My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 150: Chapter 150 The Divine Sword of Peach Blossoms Appears in Jianghu

“Please have a seat.”

Lou Xiangzhen nodded indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Liangdong’s heart stirred. Lou Xiangzhen had an excellent private relationship with Wang Yue, and as the Peak Master of the Blue River Sect’s three peaks, he naturally knew about it.

Today, Lou Xiangzhen had specifically asked for him, which seemed somewhat out of the ordinary.

Zhao Liangdong slowly took a seat and then noticed An Jing sitting opposite him.

Without any Qi Mechanism darting about and a longsword placed on the table, it was clear that he was an extremely skilled figure of the Jianghu.

Lou Xiangzhen said to Zhao Liangdong, “You should know why I asked you to come.”

“That….”

Zhao Liangdong frown tightened as he spoke in a low voice, “I’m not very clear on the matter, junior.”

On his way here, Le Ming had told him, words implying a threat, that things that could be said should be, and things that should not, could not.

Lou Xiangzhen glanced at Zhao Liangdong and asked bluntly, “Wang Yue is hiding something from me, I want to know what exactly it is.”

Feeling the gaze of those eyes on him, Zhao Liangdong became as nervous as if he were sitting on pins and needles, “Junior really doesn’t know, if Senior Lou wishes to know, why not ask the Sect Master personally?”

Lou Xiangzhen raised his cup and drank in one gulp, “Speak, and I can assure you safety, but if you don’t talk, I’ll kill you right now.”

The atmosphere at the banquet suddenly grew tense.

Zhao Liangdong felt as if the once sunny day had instantly turned into a bitterly cold deep winter.

An Jing, on the other hand, kept drinking his wine, not speaking, nor looking at Zhao Liangdong, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

Zhao Liangdong gave a wry smile, “Since Senior Lou wants to know, then I’ll tell you what I know. Since fifteen years ago, the Blue River Sect has changed.”

“After the old Sect Master died suddenly, the sect became very oppressive, as if covered by a layer of dark clouds, making it difficult to breathe. Plus, at that time, the Court assigned the Blue River Sect a mission to guard the sealing on top of Blue Mountain. My master and I went to guard the Sealing.”

Sealing!?

An Jing’s heart stirred slightly upon hearing this.

Lou Xiangzhen asked, “I heard your master is dead?”

Sorrow appeared in Zhao Liangdong’s eyes, “Dead. One time, when my master descended the mountain, the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion betrayed information to my master’s enemies, and he was ambushed by several masters and killed.”

The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion possessed some of the strongest intelligence in the Great Yan Martial World and would occasionally sell information to people of the Jianghu.

Lou Xiangzhen didn’t speak again.

Zhao Liangdong continued, “At that time, I was the only one guarding the Sealing, so I wasn’t well-informed about internal sect affairs. All I know is that Sect Master Bai put Elder Wang Yue under confinement, forbidding anyone from entering Elder Wang Yue’s bedroom. Moreover, one by one, the family of Elder Wang Yue met with tragic deaths.”

As he said this, Zhao Liangdong paused slightly.

Rumors were rife throughout the Blue River Sect, mostly about how Bai Qun had practiced certain Martial Arts Methods from the Joyful Union Sect, changing his temperament drastically and embarking on a fierce vendetta against Wang Yue.

When the old Sect Master was still in power, Bai Qun was the Chief Disciple, and Wang Yue was the old Sect Master’s son. One of them had to be chosen to become the Blue River Sect’s Sect Master, and Bai Qun had the highest support, but the old Sect Master chose Wang Yue.

It was rumored that this was one of the biggest reasons for Bai Qun’s later revenge. In the Blue River Sect, following the death of the old Sect Master, the foundation of the sect over the past few centuries was far less substantial compared to the likes of the Yu Heng Sword Sect and the Zhenyi Sect.

In the Sect, the Sect Master’s word was law, and Bai Qun had reached the Master Realm; who would dare anger him?

Lou Xiangzhen’s eyes narrowed as he asked, “Is what you’re saying true?”

“True, these are all the things I know,” Zhao Liangdong nodded.

His words were reasonable, as he only spoke about what he knew, without divulging the speculative rumors about the Blue River Sect.

“I understand.”

Lou Xiangzhen drained the wine in his cup, stood, and walked towards the exit of the banquet hall.

Seeing this, Zhao Liangdong quickly got up and asked, “Senior Lou, where are you going?”

Lou Xiangzhen said slowly, “I’m going to see Bai Qun.”

As he spoke, Lou Xiangzhen walked out.

An Jing also drained his cup in one gulp and followed him out.

Zhao Liangdong’s expression changed dramatically at this, and considering Le Ming’s words, he steeled his heart.

……

Blue River Sect, a quiet and secluded courtyard.

Bai Qun was sitting cross-legged on the bed, breathing and meditating, a practice he had performed diligently for decades.

Just then, the voice of Le Ming sounded from outside the door.

“Sect Master, Lou Xiangzhen seems to have learned about the matter with Wang Yue and now wants to see you.”

“See me?”

Bai Qun chuckled lightly upon hearing this, “Where is he now?”

He had no intention of completely hiding the matter concerning Wang Yue.

“Ancestor Master Mountain.”

Le Ming responded.

Ancestor Master Mountain, actually located atop Blue Mountain, was the holy land of the Blue River Sect. Succession of the Blue River Sect Leader, Heaven’s ceremony, and the Sect Leader’s acceptance of disciples all took place here. On normal days, ordinary people simply couldn’t ascend it.

“I understand.”

Bai Qun’s eyes narrowed slightly before he pushed open the door and stepped out.

At this moment, the sky had turned to dusk, and the gentle, tranquil sunlight was spilling softly across his face.

“It might have been many years since I last saw him, but it would be good to take a look at him. Of the talented young generation back in the day, he was the one I admired the most. I always felt that if he did not perish, he would achieve extraordinary things in the future.”

As he spoke, Bai Qun made his way toward Ancestor Master Mountain.

Le Ming quickly followed behind, but he couldn’t shake a bad feeling that was creeping into his heart.

Soon, the two arrived at a stone staircase.

The staircase extended upwards, continuously without end, seemingly without a peak in sight.

Atop the mountain summit, a figure was standing.

The afterglow of the setting sun draped over him, his garment fluttering with the fierce wind, prompting infinite sighs.

“Xiangzhen.”

Upon seeing the person before him, Bai Qun couldn’t help but laugh loudly, “Long time no see and you look even more impressive than before. I reckon it won’t be long before you step into the Sixth Realm, right?”

An Jing was standing at the foot of Ancestor Master Mountain, scrutinizing Bai Qun closely.

Perhaps it was because Bai Qun took great care of himself; despite being older than Lou Xiangzhen, his countenance showed no signs of such age, his eyes deep and dark, his body as straight and tall as a spear.

How could someone who became the Sect Leader of the Blue River Sect and reached the Master Realm be a simple character?

Lou Xiangzhen gazed downward at Bai Qun, “You haven’t changed much.”

“I have always been like this.”

Bai Qun opened his palm and smiled faintly.

He had always been the same, never changing; it was just that Lou Xiangzhen, with his proud nature, had never seriously observed him.

Lou Xiangzhen nodded and said, “Why do you do this?”

“If it’s about reminiscing, I’m most welcoming,”

Bai Qun’s smile faded as he replied, “But if it’s to question internal matters of our Blue River Sect, I can only say I have nothing to share with you.”

“Hahaha.”

Lou Xiangzhen laughed out loud, “Has Sect Master Bai forgotten? I am after all the Supreme Elder of the Blue River Sect.”

The whistling wind carried Lou Xiangzhen’s laughter far away.

The two exchanged a glance.

“Since you’re so eager to know, I’ll tell you, because you’ll find out sooner or later anyway,”

Bai Qun looked up at Lou Xiangzhen, “Do you always think that Wang Yue’s talent surpasses mine?”

Lou Xiangzhen’s eyebrows rose slightly; it was a widely acknowledged fact that Wang Yue’s talent was greater than Bai Qun’s.

Seeing this, Bai Qun couldn’t help but chuckle, “Do you still remember that visit to our Blue River Sect forty years ago?”

Lou Xiangzhen nodded. He naturally remembered his visit to the Blue River Sect thirty years ago, when he was preparing to challenge the Sword God at the Yu Heng Sword Sect.

With his hands clasped behind his back, a trace of resentment in his eyes, Bai Qun said, “Actually, at that time, my cultivation had already reached the Earth Flower Realm, while Wang Yue had only just entered the First Grade. When the Sect began to select candidates for the next Sect Master, I believed with my strength far surpassing Wang Yue’s, victory was assured; but, in the end, my master chose his own offspring.”

“Do you know what he said to me at that time?”

Lou Xiangzhen’s eyes held a cold light, but he did not speak.

Staring directly at Lou Xiangzhen, Bai Qun’s voice seemed almost squeezed through his teeth, “He said the Sect Leader of the Blue River Sect would only be passed down to those of Wang family blood, not to others.”

“Do you know how I’ve been living these decades? Always regarded with great expectations, always considered the heir-apparent to the Sect Leader of the Blue River Sect. I too always thought this way. But then my master, who was like a father to me, told me this news.”

Lou Xiangzhen’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed; he knew some things about the Blue River Sect.

The Blue River Sect, with a lineage spanning thousands of years, seemed to have a remarkable talent and top-notch cultivation for each Sect Leader, all of whom carried the Wang surname, almost forming a sect rule.

No one knew why, and few within the Blue River Sect would question this rule. Lou Xiangzhen’s master seemed to know some reasons but had long since turned to dust.

With a mocking expression, Bai Qun coldly said, “Back then, I told my master, having been raised by you since childhood, I’m akin to your own son. Am I not eligible to inherit the position of Sect Master of the Blue River Sect?”

“My master only said one sentence. He told me to abandon that thought; otherwise, he would have to treat me as a scourge to be eliminated.”

“These were the words my master spoke, my master, ah! The one I considered my closest kin said I was a scourge and that he would kill me if I dared harbor the wrong intentions.”

As Bai Qun uttered these words, there was no hysteria, just an indifferent composure.

Lou Xiangzhen looked at Bai Qun and asked, “So you killed Wang Yangping, Wang Tianzhao, and even placed Wang Yue under house arrest?”

At this, Bai Qun snorted with derision, “‘Everyone says I did it, so what if it was me? I’ve never thought of myself as a good person.”

“Lou Xiangzhen, oh Lou Xiangzhen, you’ve roamed Jianghu for so many years, but have you truly been part of it? Do you even know what Jianghu really is?”

Lou Xiangzhen had spent over fifty years in Jianghu, mostly practicing swordplay, and every time he emerged from seclusion, he did so with the reputation of a disciple of the Ghost Valley Sect and a top young swordsman.

Everything had gone smoothly without any ripples, and since he had no pursuit of power or status, he saw little of the dark side of Jianghu.

Every day, the vast Jianghu claimed lives; it was just not yours.

Lou Xiangzhen shook his head, “Maybe that’s just your Jianghu.”

“In the deceitful Jianghu, being a good person gets you killed, so why not be a thoroughly bad person?”

With that, Bai Qun burst into laughter, “Now that we’ve come to this, I might as well tell you everything. The Nine-tailed Scorpion Poison that Wang Yue had—I bought it from the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion. And his granddaughter gave birth to a girl, who is also of my bloodline. Now I can rightfully pass on the position of Sect Master to my daughter.”

Upon hearing this, anger flashed in Lou Xiangzhen’s eyes: “Scum!”

He naturally knew Wang Xiaoxi, Wang Yue’s granddaughter. He couldn’t believe that Bai Qun would do something so nefarious, to commit such an abhorred and absurd act.

An Jing watched Bai Qun, his eyes also narrowing slightly.

“Right, I am scum, I have never been a good person.”

Bai Qun laughed rather than got angry, “If we’re talking about good people, Lou Xiangzhen, you certainly count as one, but that Brother Wang of mine, forget it. You all always thought that my master died how…..”

“Dong!” “Dong!”

Just then, the chimes of the Blue River Sect suddenly sounded.

“What’s happening?”

“Could another major incident have occurred!?”

“Quick, to Ancestor Master Mountain!”

…

All members of the Blue River Sect, upon hearing the chimes, came out of their rooms one after another, transforming into streaks of swift shadows, rushing towards Ancestor Master Mountain.

In no time, all five Peak Masters and several Elders had gathered.

Wang Yue, with staggering steps, stood behind the crowd at the bottom of the stone steps, staring blankly ahead.

“Who rang the bell?” Bai Qun asked coldly, looking down from above.

“I did!”

At this moment, Zhao Liangdong stepped forward at a calm pace.

“Zhao Liangdong!?”

Bai Qun’s eyebrows rose at the sight.

With sword in hand, Lou Xiangzhen declared, “Bai Qun, you imprisoned the previous Sect Master of the Blue River Sect, committed misdeeds, disturbed the Sect, and practiced forbidden martial arts of the Court. Do you acknowledge your crimes?”

“I am innocent.”

Bai Qun said coldly, “Today, let’s see who within the Blue River Sect dares to sentence me.”

Pausing, the members of the Blue River Sect looked on, chilled to the bone, none daring to speak up loudly.

“They may not dare, but I do!”

Lou Xiangzhen, standing atop the summit, drew his longsword, and a cold light appeared between heaven and earth.

“Bai Qun, come forth and meet your death!”

His voice resonated like a great bell, echoing throughout heaven and earth, rippling to the surroundings.

Bai Qun, come forth and meet your death!

Seeing this, Wang Yue’s lips parted, but ultimately he remained silent.

“Hahaha!”

Bai Qun roared with laughter, “Lou Xiangzhen, you’re at the Master Realm. Do you think I am not?”

Saying this, Bai Qun stepped forward.

A powerful and domineering Qi Mechanism radiated in all directions, as if the surging tides were emanating from his body.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In an instant, those standing behind Bai Qun were all blown back by the Qi Force, retreating towards the distance.

Only An Jing stood far away, his expression as still as water, his clothes rippling with the breeze.

“A battle between two Grandmasters?”

An Jing intently watched the scene unfold before him. Battles between Grandmasters were rare. He had missed the fight between Lin Yiyang and Universal Benefit Bodhisattva, but today he could witness a duel between two Grandmasters.

Particularly since one of the Grandmasters was one of the top swordsmen of the era.

“I can give you a chance.”

Lou Xiangzhen, touching the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand, said indifferently, “Bai Qun, if you defeat me, from now on wherever you are, I, Lou Xiangzhen, will surely retreat three feet away.”

Bai Qun sneered, “Let’s see if your sword is still as sharp as it was back then.”

Boundless True Qi swelled like tidal waves, filling the void and emanating tremendous momentum.

Lou Xiangzhen swung his sword.

The Sword Qi was vast and boundless, as if flowing from the edge of the sky, surging downwards.

Moreover, at the moment of Sword Qi explosion, the surrounding air burst into a piercing sound.

“Too powerful!”

Everyone lifted their heads, their eyes filled with shock.

And An Jing’s heart also trembled. Was this just an ordinary sword strike from Lou Xiangzhen?

Bai Qun took a deep breath, his True Qi vast like a broad river or a lake.

Blue River Water Dividing Technique!

Behind Bai Qun, there seemed to be a tide of blue water surging, bursting forth with an extremely dazzling light, ancient and filled with a sense of the vicissitudes of time.

Crash! Crash!

After that, he struck forward with a palm, and the blue tides behind him instantly divided, forming spiral vortices.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

At the moment when the Sword Light and the great tide clashed, heaven and earth both trembled, and time seemed to have stopped.

After an unknown amount of time, waves visible to the naked eye spread out to the surrounding area, those dreadful waves of True Qi being the result of the collision of their True Qi pushed to the extreme.

Crash! Crash!

“Lou Xiangzhen, if this is the extent of your strength, it’s quite unlikely that you will make me concede today,” Bai Qun said.

Bai Qun steadied his body, his palms vibrating from the shock to the point of severe pain, but he seemed as though he didn’t perceive the pain at all.

His True Qi madly spread out from his body, and then, centered around his body, spirals of blue water churned, forming an impregnable barrier.

Although Bai Qun said that, he obviously did not dare to initiate the attack first.

“Watch closely,” Lou Xiangzhen said, his eyes revealing a sharp light.

That statement seemed to be addressed to Bai Qun, but An Jing knew it was actually meant for him.

All of a sudden, Lou Xiangzhen’s Peach Blossom Sword moved.

In an instant, countless streams of Qi surged around him, the world seemed to be refreshed, and an enormous force of heaven and earth crashed down like collapsing mountains, making one’s heart tremble.

That Qi Force subsequently condensed, forming what seemed to be red peach blossoms drifting midair.

Sword Intent!

This was Lou Xiangzhen’s Sword Intent.

An Jing carefully felt those peach blossom petals that floated in midair, which were mysterious and unfathomable.

“Shi!”

The light from the Peach Blossom Sword was erratic in its speed.

Swift as thunder when at its fastest, and like drifting feathers when at its slowest.

One sword stroke passed, and the world was startled into a chill.

The mountains and rivers all trembled!

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!”

And in the next moment, the peach blossom petals that had been floating in midair all converged towards the Peach Blossom Sword in Lou Xiangzhen’s hand, coming in a mighty flood.

It was as if the intercrossing of dawn welcomed a brand-new daybreak.

That daybreak seemed to engulf everything.

In Lou Xiangzhen’s hand, the sword no longer existed, and the sword in his heart also slowly faded away.

Sword Light covered everything; the True Qi vortices in front of him, defenses, all dissipated into nothingness, and then that cold light struck fiercely at Bai Qun’s face.

The sword departed, the man left.

What a brilliant streak of heaven and earth flowing light!

“I… I…”

Bai Qun’s face was full of astonishment, with a hint of terror in his eyes.

“Shi!”

Lou Xiangzhen remained expressionless, his Peach Blossom Sword smoothly inserted back into its scabbard.

Even among Grandmasters, there were differences.

“Thump!”

As Bai Qun’s body heavily fell to the ground.

Silence!

All was silent in heaven and earth!

Everyone was stunned, looking at Bai Qun lying on the ground.

Two swords!

With only two sword strikes, Bai Qun lay on the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

How formidable was Lou Xiangzhen’s strength?

“The… Sect Master has lost?”

“Defeated a Grandmaster with two swords!? How could Lin Yiyang, the world’s number one swordsman, possibly be his match?”

“This Lou Xiangzhen of the Ghost Valley Sect is too terrifying!”

……

Unbeknownst to them how much time had passed, the members of the Blue River Sect whispered in shock.

“So powerful…”

Zhao Liangdong muttered in a low, involuntary whisper.

An Jing, however, was savoring the memory of that recent sword strike, pondering in his mind, “Could it be that Elder Lou has already reached the Sixth Realm?”

At this moment, Bai Qun lay collapsed on the ground, his chest heaving violently as if he were a wild beast on the verge of death.

But no disciple of the Blue River Sect approached him, not even his close confidant Le Ming. At this moment, Le Ming was overwhelmed by fear, unable to compose himself.

When one thought back to Bai Qun’s usual imposing manner, seated majestically on the high platform, one couldn’t help but sigh.

Just then, a figure slowly walked towards Bai Qun.

Everyone followed the sound and looked, only to see that man was none other than Wang Yue.

Wang Yue’s expression seemed neither happy nor sad as he approached Bai Qun.

“Wang… Wang Yue…..”

Blood gurgled at the corner of Bai Qun’s mouth when he saw the person before him. His lips cracked into a smile, revealing a hint of amusement.

Even though he had died, there was only one person left in the Wang bloodline, his daughter Bai Lin. Wang Yue no longer had any offspring.

“Brother Bai Qun, I must thank you.”

Wang Yue said after a long contemplation, looking at the person before him.

Upon hearing Wang Yue’s words, a hint of astonishment flashed in Bai Qun’s eyes.

Wang Yue was thanking him!?

Who was Wang Yue? From a young age, he was the fearless Demon Lord of Mayhem. Relying on the abundant resources of the Blue River Sect and his own formidable talents, he was someone for whom the Jianghu would bend at his beck and call.

Such a proud and boundless person, tormented by him for so long, was now saying thank you to him?

Wang Yue walked up to Bai Qun, let go of the walking stick in his hand, and then, astonishingly, slowly squatted down, whispering into his ear.

That was the Transmission Skill. An Jing didn’t hear anything.

“You… you… pfft!”

It was as if Bai Qun heard something shocking like a bolt from the blue. A long breath seemed to be blocked in his chest, and then a gush of blood spurted out like an arrow.

The blood gushed out like a spring, spraying onto Wang Yue’s face, head, and body, but he seemed completely unaware.

Bai Qun died, his eyes still wide open.

Wang Yue reached out his hands to close Bai Qun’s eyes, but they would not shut.

An Jing furrowed his eyebrows slightly upon seeing this.

….

Blue River Sect, back courtyard.

Wang Xiaoxi was sitting by the desk, absorbed in reading a book she held in her hands.

Bai Lin’er stood in a corner not far away, her little legs trembling continuously, her teeth biting her lips hard. Even though her face was red with effort, she still didn’t speak a word.

Just then, a maid named Xiao Huan hurried out.

“Madam, Madam!”

Wang Xiaoxi closed the book in her hand, then asked, “What’s the matter?”

Xiao Huan glanced at Bai Lin’er in the corner and whispered into Wang Xiaoxi’s ear.

“Thud!”

Upon hearing the news, the book in Wang Xiaoxi’s hand fell onto the desk.

Xiao Huan exclaimed joyfully, “Madam, isn’t this wonderful news?”

Wang Xiaoxi’s heart was a mix of emotions. She said nothing, as if overwhelmed with joy, her mind had gone blank and she didn’t know what to say, yet she seemed unfazed.

“Look, Lin’er has been standing for almost half an hour now.”

Xiao Huan walked over to Bai Lin’er, hugging her with compassion, “Madam, don’t let her stand any longer.”

Bai Lin’er kept her lips tightly sealed and said nothing.

“Forget it.”

It took a good while for Wang Xiaoxi to come back to her senses, and she gestured with her hand.

“Whimpering sobbing… whimpering sobbing.”

Upon hearing Wang Xiaoxi’s words, Bai Lin’er could no longer hold back and began to wail loudly.

Xiao Huan rubbed her little leg, “Does it hurt?”

“….It hurts.”

Bai Lin’er nestled in Xiao Huan’s embrace, crying even harder, “Huan’er sister, it hurts.”

Xiao Huan patted Bai Lin’er’s back, saying, “Be good from now on, and don’t make your mother angry, then you won’t be punished again.”

“Mhm.”

Bai Lin’er sobbed, squeezing out a sound from her nose.

“I need to go back to my room to rest a bit, you take care of her for now.”

Wang Xiaoxi spoke and then headed towards her room.

Seeing Wang Xiaoxi leave, Bai Lin’er wiped her tears, cautiously asking, “Huan’er sister, is mother really angry with me?”

In the past, when she caused trouble for Wang Xiaoxi, Wang Xiaoxi rarely hit her, lavishing her with extreme affection, but this time not only had she been severely beaten, but now she was being ignored as well.

Thinking of this, panic set into her heart.

“No, your mother will never be angry with you.”

Xiao Huan stroked Bai Lin’er’s head, then took out a stack of plasters, “Tonight, remember to apply this elixir on your mother, and remember to be gentle.”

Bai Lin’er received the plaster: “I know.”

“Alright, let’s go, we’re going to eat pastries.”

Xiao Huan said, taking Bai Lin’er’s little hand.

Bai Lin’er bit her lip, murmuring lowly, “Huan’er sister, you’re so good to me, I was wrong, I will never hit you with the teacup again.”

Hearing this, Xiao Huan touched Bai Lin’er’s braids, “It’s okay, as long as you remember to treat your mother well, that’s all that matters. My kindness is nothing compared to a tenth of your mother’s toward you.”

…..

The news of Bai Qun’s death quickly spread, shaking the entire Blue River Sect, and the new director, Wang Yue, gave the direct order to seal the mountain.

Thanks to the presence of Lou Xiangzhen, and Wang Yue having been the previous Sect Master, the Blue River Sect did not fall into much chaos. Even Le Ming was actively cooperating, daring not to show the slightest negligence for fear of retaliation.

Blue River Sect, behind the mountain.

On a narrow path, two figures appeared.

It was An Jing and Zhao Liangdong, the Peak Master of San Chong Peak.

Zhao Liangdong pointed towards the entrance of the path, speaking slowly, “Ahead is the Sealing Land. However, the Sealing Land contains a vast amount of malicious Yin energy, so I never ventured too deep when I guarded this place.”

“Our Blue River Sect’s sealing is different from the Buddhist sealing; it requires a person to guard it, so you can enter this Sealing Land safely,” he added.

An Jing nodded, “Thank you for your efforts.”

“Then I won’t disturb you any further,” Zhao Liangdong said, bowing his hand and retreating towards the back, quickly disappearing into the path.

An Jing walked slowly towards the cave entrance.

“Hint three: The host is near a green opportunity.”

At that moment, the Earth Book transmitted a new hint.

“As long as it’s not a black opportunity,” An Jing thought, gazing at the Earth Book and letting out a sigh of relief after a careful inspection.

The absence of a black opportunity in the Earth Book meant he likely wouldn’t face a life-threatening situation in the cave.

With this in mind, he lit a fire starter and walked slowly into the depths of the cave.

As he approached the cave, wisps of malicious Yin energy rushed towards him, and the temperature around him dropped rapidly.

At this moment, his cultivation had reached the Heavenly Flower Realm, so he wasn’t concerned about such Yin energy.

After walking for about the time it takes an incense stick to burn, the Yin energy grew thick and rampant, forcing An Jing to operate his mental method to resist it.

“Hum! Hum!”

The Evil Suppressing Sword seemed guided, starting to emit a faint vibration.

“Swoosh! Swoosh!”

In the pitch darkness ahead, following the faint light, a sword blade could be clearly seen.

The fragmented blade of the Evil Suppressing Sword!

The Evil Suppressing Sword, one scabbard for six swords, meaning one draw could produce six Evil Suppressing Swords.

Six Evil Suppressing Swords could also merge into one.

This was one of the reasons why the Evil Suppressing Sword was ranked as the third sword.

At this moment, the Evil Suppressing Sword was enveloped by dense Yin energy, and something seemed to be flowing on its thick blade.

Upon closer inspection, that flowing substance was crimson, identical to the blood on the Evil Suppressing Sword in An Jing’s hand.

The Evil Suppressing Sword seemed to sense An Jing’s arrival, releasing vibrations as if it was extremely cheerful.

“Wash! Wash! Wash!”

A surge of overwhelming inner strength came forth, instantly dispersing the malicious Yin energy in front.

Free from the obstructing Yin energy, the blade of the Evil Suppressing Sword began to quiver, as if it was trying to break free from the ground.

“Swoosh!”

The next moment, the body of the Evil Suppressing Sword abruptly was drawn out, transforming into a streak of flowing light that surged into the hilt of An Jing’s sword.

“Boom!” “Boom!”

The entire earth trembled, shaking for roughly dozens of breaths, before slowly returning to calm as if nothing had happened.

“We can go now.”

An Jing had obtained the body of the Evil Suppressing Sword and let out a slight breath.

He quickly made his way out of the cave, leaping agilely.

If it wasn’t for relying on Zhao Liangdong’s connection, entering the back mountain of the Blue River Sect would have been a huge problem for himself. Even though Great Yan had built the Dragon Locking Well, the Blue River Sect still had the responsibility of guarding the seal.

Soon, he exited the cave and arrived at an offbeat hall of the Blue River Sect.

At this moment, Lou Xiangzhen was sitting cross-legged beside a desk, staring at the teacup in front of him as though he was preoccupied with thoughts.

“Elder Lou, I have returned,” An Jing said.

Lou Xiangzhen came back to his senses and smiled, “It seems that you have gotten your hands on the Evil Suppressing Sword.”

“Got it.”

An Jing patted the sword scabbard, which now held two bodies of swords within.

“We should leave as well.”

Lou Xiangzhen slowly stood up.

Upon hearing this, An Jing couldn’t help but say, “Oh? Elder, don’t you plan to stay another night?”

Wang Yue had instructed earlier to let Lou Xiangzhen stay overnight, seemingly wanting to discuss something with him.

“No need.”

Lou Xiangzhen shook his head.

An Jing didn’t say anything more; after all, he was not very keen on staying at the Blue River Sect either.

Even though the Blue River Sect was currently sealed, the news of Bai Qun’s death would spread quickly throughout Jianghu, and sooner or later, the Zhenyi Sect might also trace the whereabouts of himself and others—leaving quickly was naturally the best option.

Moreover, through An Jing’s covert observations, that Wang Yue was not a simple character either.

For Bai Qun to act in such a way and for him to be able to swallow his anger, even maintaining his composure when Lou Xiangzhen arrived, revealed a frightening level of restraint.

Why did he exercise such restraint? What exactly was he aiming for?

Everything seemed confusing and eerie.

And Lou Xiangzhen had said that his leg was broken, but yesterday at Ancestor Master Mountain, when Wang Yue slowly squatted down, An Jing, with many years of medical experience, could tell that even if Wang Yue had not fully recovered, he was in the process of recovery.

In summary, Wang Yue was not as simple as he appeared to be on the surface.

Plus, the black opportunity within the Chenxin Lake had terrified An Jing even more; leaving the Blue River Sect as soon as possible was undoubtedly the best.

The two of them headed towards the door to leave.

“Elder Lou.”

Just then, a voice came from ahead.

Following the voice, they saw Wang Xiaoxi leading Bai Lin’er as they walked towards them.

Lou Xiangzhen looked at the woman in front and nodded slightly.

Wang Yue had held a banquet last night, and An Jing had also seen this woman, who was the granddaughter of Wang Yue as mentioned by Bai Qun, and the child she was leading was the daughter of Bai Qun.

Bai Lin’er was still unaware of Bai Qun’s death, and since Bai Qun often secluded himself for several days, she did not find it strange.

After a moment of contemplation, Wang Xiaoxi said, “I have a favor to ask and hope that Elder Lou can accommodate.”

“Let’s hear it,” said Lou Xiangzhen without outright refusal.

Wang Xiaoxi glanced at Bai Lin’er and said, “This child of mine has excellent Root Bone and is a good seed for martial arts, but she is somewhat simple-minded and loves to play. I wish to ask Elder Lou to take her as a disciple.”

As she spoke, Wang Xiaoxi bowed, her tone carrying a hint of pleading.

Frowning, An Jing watched from the side. Elder Lou was the one who killed Bai Qun. If it were any ordinary person in Jianghu, they would have eradicated the threat entirely; how could Elder Lou possibly take Bai Lin’er as his disciple?

Raising his eyebrows, Lou Xiangzhen glanced at Bai Lin’er and shook his head: “She does indeed have a good Root Bone, but I cannot take her as my disciple.”

His purpose for coming out of seclusion was to fulfill Jiang Sanjia’s last wish and to battle with the Zhenyi Sect; he simply did not have the time for anything else.

Upon hearing this, even though Wang Xiaoxi had anticipated this outcome, she couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

“Mother, I want to be his disciple,” Bai Lin’er said, gripping her dress and pointing at An Jing.

Wang Xiaoxi turned to look at An Jing. She had also met this swordsman beside Lou Xiangzhen yesterday. Although she vaguely sensed that this swordsman was extraordinary, she did not know his identity.

“This…”

“I lack knowledge and abilities, I’m afraid I won’t take disciples,” An Jing declined indifferently.

He did not want to involve himself in all these trifles. Besides, with a bunch of troubles of his own, how could he possibly have the mind to teach a disciple?

“I want to become his disciple, Mother,”

Bai Lin’er tugged at Wang Xiaoxi’s sleeve and said, “As long as you let him teach me, I will study hard.”

Wang Xiaoxi was also in a dilemma and rubbed Bai Lin’er’s head.

Lou Xiangzhen shook his head slightly upon seeing this but said nothing.

Wang Xiaoxi had grown up under her watch; now that Bai Qun had died, leaving behind a daughter of Bai Qun, who knew what the future held? It was a sizable problem for anyone.

“Elder Lou, let’s go,”

An Jing said.

The two of them continued to walk towards the mountain gate.

Wang Xiaoxi rubbed Bai Lin’er’s head and sighed helplessly. Originally, she had wanted her to become the disciple of Lou Xiangzhen to ensure her safety.

Suddenly, Lou Xiangzhen’s steps faltered.

An Jing saw this and knew that Lou Xiangzhen had been moved by compassion.

Lou Xiangzhen exhaled softly, “Indeed, my Ghost Valley Sect is in need of a successor. Should I rebuild the Mystical Sect one day, I will also need a chief disciple to establish its foundation.”

With that, Lou Xiangzhen took out a book, “These are the basic sword techniques of the Ghost Valley Sect. Have her start cultivating this first. When I return to the Blue River Sect in the future, I will pass on the subsequent martial arts to you.”

Upon seeing this, Wang Xiaoxi was overwhelmed with excitement and hurriedly said, “Quick, offer your respects to your master.”

“Master above, please accept your disciple’s bow.”

Bai Lin’er was pushed down by Wang Xiaoxi, causing her to kneel to the ground directly.

…..

In the dense forest of Yun Hua Dao,

“This Heaven and Earth Net is really extraordinary. I merely made a move, and my whereabouts were exposed.”

A plump woman stood on a tree branch, rushing swiftly towards the distance, doubts emerging in her heart.

“Whoosh! Whoosh!”

At that moment, several silver arrows shot out.

The entire dense forest was suddenly shrouded in a rain of arrows. Although the woman appeared bulky, her body was incredibly agile. Dodging to the left and right, she managed to avoid all the sharp arrows.

This person was Tan Yun, who had been discovered by the Heaven and Earth Net.

In an instant, several Silver Constables and two Gold Constables appeared around her.

“What do you want with me?” Tan Yun, upon seeing the Xuanyi Guards, immediately sensed trouble but still forced a composed expression.

“Why pursue you?”

One of the Gold Constables, Bian Jingdao, known as ‘Hill Descending Tiger,’ sneered, “Members of the Demon Sect, everyone merits death.”

Tan Yun’s inner strength surged, and her hand reached for the Futu Sword at her waist: “Who says I’m from the Demon Sect, you’re talking nonsense! I am a disciple of the Yu Heng Sword Sect.”

Bian Jingdao shouted loudly, “A disciple of the Yu Heng Sword Sect? What’s your name? Let me hear it.”

As he spoke, he signalled to a few nearby Silver Constables. They also began to encircle from the side.

Tan Yun, the Guardian of the Human Sect of the Demon Sect, was well-versed in the experts of Jianghu. Her eyes flickered and she called out loudly, “Have you heard of Liu Lu, the chief disciple of Qiu Wanxia from the Yu Heng Sword Sect?”

“Of course, I’ve heard of that.”

Bian Jingdao, hearing this, yelled, “Are you really Liu Lu, the Deacon? We are from the Xuanyi Guard. If you truly are, you can come with me to the Yunhua City stronghold to confirm your identity. If it is a mistake, we will certainly visit to apologize.”

Tan Yun was taken aback for a moment, her eyebrows shooting up—with them taking her to Xuanyi Guard’s stronghold, she would be trapped and couldn’t possibly go.

“She’s a fake, get her!”

The very next moment, Bian Jingdao shouted loudly.

“Whoosh! Whoosh!”

Suddenly, the Silver Constables hiding around swiftly charged in, their blade lights flashing, exuding a chilling aura.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

Tan Yun also drew her Futu Sword, and instantly, streaks of cold light were unleashed, directly repelling three Silver Constables of the Third Grade.

“Brother Bian, this is the Night Cloud Sword Technique, it seems to be really a Yu Heng Sword Sect sword technique,”

Seeing this technique, another Gold Constable beside Bian Jingdao, Li Zixia, was quick to say.

Bian Jingdao spoke in a low voice, “Half a year ago, I met that Deacon Liu Lu; she was strikingly beautiful, tall, and slim. How could it be you, this ugly freak!”

“Let’s all attack together and be done with this ugly witch from the Demon Sect!”

Hearing Bian Jingdao’s words, Tan Yun was furious, nearly spitting out blood in anger.

People had at most called her a seductive woman of the Demon Sect; none had ever called her an ugly witch of the Demon Sect.

“Today, none of you are leaving!”

Tan Yun knew her identity had been thoroughly exposed; she shook off the cotton padding piled on her body, and then with greater agility than before, she thrust her sword straight at Bian Jingdao.

She had initially wanted to pretend to be an ordinary person, but being insulted in such a manner by them—well then, she thought, do not blame me for not holding back.