Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 160 Sacrificing to the Qilin Lord (Part 1)

Song Yan first picked up the jade box, and saw that there seemed to be a clump of blood slowly flowing inside.

"What is this?"

He hadn't seen much of the world and didn't recognize many things; even with a treasure right in front of him, he wouldn't know what it was for.

Then he took off the scale that was like red jade and held it in his hand.

"Are these scales from some kind of monster?"

Xiao He peeked out from her sleeve, sniffed the scales, and stood there stunned.

Song Yan asked, "Xiao He, do you know what this is?"

"do not know."

Xiao He came to her senses: "But this thing has a very strong demonic aura."

Indeed, in the state of Observing Emptiness, the demonic energy contained in this scale was greater than that of the entire Xiao He.

In addition, there was a faint trace of fire elemental energy.

"..."

Song Yan examined it from all angles, but couldn't discern any special features, so he put it into his Qiankun bag along with the jade box.

With the restrictions about to tighten, now is not a good time to study the treasure.

His gaze fell on the sword.

Lowering his palm, a gentle vortex of spiritual energy peeled away the dust and moss covering the sword.

He slightly activated his spiritual power, pulled out the flying sword, and examined it closely while holding it in front of him.

This sword is about three feet and three inches long, and its entire body is covered with dark red rust.

"It's actually a common iron sword?"

Sword cultivators in the past did not care about the grade of the sword, a fact that Song Yan had always known. But was the Fan Iron Flying Sword too shabby?

According to his autobiography, he used this ordinary iron flying sword until the late Foundation Establishment stage, and only replaced it after breaking through to the Golden Core stage.

He entered the path of swordsmanship with an ordinary iron sword, which is probably a way for him to commemorate his journey into the world of swordsmanship, hence his reluctance to change it.

Three simple, ancient characters are engraved on the center of the sword's spine.

"Sacrifice to the Lin King".

The flying sword, while bearing the marks of time, also exudes a rebellious and untamed spirit.

Is Lin Jun... the same Lin as in Qilin?

Thinking of this auspicious mythical beast that seemed to exist only in legends, he secretly shook his head.

how can that be possible……

Song Yan planned to put it away for the time being and study it after the Sword Testing Conference.

"Om-"

Unexpectedly, at that moment, the Yin-Yang Pearl flew out on its own, emitting a brilliant black and white light.

Suddenly, Ji Linjun was drawn into it, and at the same time, Song Yan's divine sense uncontrollably entered the Yin-Yang Realm.

"..."

Within the Yin-Yang Realm, black and white shifted, and Ji Linjun hovered above the Dao Seed, his black aura surging, behind which appeared the phantom of a gigantic demon beast.

Before Song Yan could react, the ink suddenly dissipated and condensed into a point of light, flying towards him!

A tearing sensation erupted from the depths of his soul, and his consciousness began to blur.

"Oops."

He had a bad feeling.

Nearly two hours have passed since the sword-wielding began.

The contraction of the boundary restriction will begin soon.

I am on the verge of being restricted. If I were to enter a state of meditation now, I would be at risk of being eliminated!

pity.

The Two Elements Pearl doesn't care what he's doing.

The dizziness had already gripped his mind, as if countless hands were dragging him down from the water.

……

"Cough cough..."

"Uh……"

My throat is dry.

A splitting headache.

Did I drink again yesterday?
With all my might, I finally managed to open my eyes.

In view, this place appears to be a dark, dilapidated temple, but the light outside is also dim, so it must be just before dawn.

It was a bit chilly.

Driven by the instinct to "do something," he staggered to his feet and walked out of the temple.

They stepped out of the dilapidated temple.

The cold mountain wind blew in through the collar of my robe, sending a shiver through my body and sweeping away the fog in my mind.

"hiss--"

He slapped his forehead. "Drinking leads to trouble."

I came here to visit an old friend, so how did I end up drinking again...?

My name is Nie Chao.

He was a wandering swordsman who came here to find an old friend who had broken a promise.

……

He recalled the cold wind that blew through the temple last night, making his toes shiver.

Drinking some strong liquor to warm up seems understandable.

Nie Chao quickly forgave himself.

By the time he had shaken off the smell of alcohol, the sun was already high in the sky.

"Let's hurry up and go to the village to ask around, and find that bastard Duan Tianhai as soon as possible."

The agreed-upon three-year agreement was to settle things atop Mount Taiyue.

He waited for seven days and seven nights.

After descending the mountain, they searched for Duan Tianhai's relatives and friends and learned that he had gone to keep his appointment.

But I don't know why they didn't arrive as promised.

Nie Chao bid farewell to the Duan family and relatives, and quickly found them following the route they had taken.

Like him, Duan Tianhai made a name for himself in the mortal martial arts world at a young age.

Indeed, he had been seen by many people along the way, but the route changed here.

Duan Tianhai didn't seem to head straight for Taiyue Mountain anymore, but instead turned west.

But the western part is desolate, with mountains stretching endlessly.

If I had to say what's worth coming here...

That's the small fishing village right in front of us.

The riverside fish market was bustling with activity.

The fishermen deftly unfurled the reed mats, and mandarin fish and crabs hopped and jumped inside.

A woman carrying a bamboo basket squatted down, pointing at the fish and bargaining, while children slipped through the crowd and secretly took a few small crabs from the shrimp basket.

The scale beam tilted up, and the copper coins fell down.

Nie Chao's arrival did indeed attract a lot of attention.

However, he was thick-skinned and didn't care.

Seeing a few elderly people chatting idly at the edge of the village, he walked up to them and said, "Grandpa, have you seen someone?"

"He's about... this tall..."

"He was wearing black clothes, and... he had a knife tucked into his waistband."

Nie Chao cannot paint.

But to make Nie Chao spend his own money to hire someone to paint a picture for that grandson and then come looking for him, it's better to let him die in some remote corner.

I could only make some random gestures.

The old man in the village was originally very enthusiastic, but when he heard Nie Chao's gestures, he immediately became impatient.

"There is no such person. I have never seen one."

"Go look elsewhere."

"Our Pinghu Village is holding a sacrificial ceremony today, so outsiders, you'd better hurry up and leave!"

Several old men, talking amongst themselves, actually managed to drive Nie Chao out of the fishing village.

"What kind of festival is this in such a small fishing village..."

"What are we worshipping? The City God?"

"Hey, look at how dilapidated that temple outside is, who's going to protect you now?"

He shrugged, muttered a few words, and turned to leave, thinking of looking for clues elsewhere.

"They're not worshipping the City God."

"?"

Nie Chao looked in the direction of the sound and saw a fat beggar leaning against a tree at the edge of the village, counting the copper coins in his hand.

"You little beggar... are you from the village too?"

"Where? There's a grand festival in Pinghu Township tonight, so I just...hehe, came to have a good meal."

The fat beggar chuckled, patted his belly, and made slurping noises.

It's as if we've already eaten it.

Nie Chao walked over to him with great interest and asked, "You said they weren't worshipping the City God... then what were they?"

"hey-hey."

The fat beggar grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Tanjiang Mountain..."

"Lin Jun".

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