Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 217 The Name of the Sword Ancestor
A moment later, the vast night filled the sky.

The handsome demonic cultivator was now covered in black charcoal, his face contorted in a grimace, struggling and seemingly in extreme pain.

Song Yan's gaze fell on the fat Taoist.

Unexpectedly, the two of them happened to be in the same place, saving me a lot of trouble by not having to search for them one by one.

The fat Taoist priest was looking at the three of them in fear.

The third brother died almost instantly.

That means that I am the same.

He kept flying backward, but the darkness behind him seemed endless, and the three opponents always maintained the same distance from him.

"Array?"

The fat Taoist priest was somewhat surprised: "Impossible..."

Almost instantly, the two of them were pulled into this strange darkness.

"Xin Shan, you actually conspired with a righteous cultivator to kill your own brothers, aren't you afraid...?"

"Who's your brother?"

Sheng Nian glanced at him with disgust, as if he were looking at something filthy.

"Would my own brothers disguise themselves as rogue cultivators to kill me?"

He gave the corpse puppet A Yuan a look.

Ah Yuan understood and stepped forward.

"What are you trying to do? Lei Ning will be back soon. If you leave now, I will let bygones be bygones."

The corpse puppet A Yuan seemed to have been reminded of something by him.

He took out the remains of the tall, thin cultivator from his Qiankun bag and piled them together with the corpse of the handsome demonic cultivator.

"..."

Upon seeing the barely discernible corpse of the tall, thin cultivator, the fat Taoist almost instantly stopped breathing.

Only now did he no longer conceal his fear.

"Spare me..." he gasped, his massive body desperately trying to shrink back.

The corpse puppet A Yuan had already arrived in front of him and calmly grabbed his head.

Driven by a strong will to survive, the fat Taoist instinctively tried to stand up and run away.

Before he could even stand up, he was slammed to the ground by the corpse puppet A Yuan.

It fell down in front of Song Yan.

The fat Taoist was trembling all over, not just from pain or fear.

He slightly raised his head, looking into their cold eyes, and knew in his heart that he probably wouldn't survive this time.

Seeing the mocking tone and expressions of the group, the fat Taoist's eyes turned bloodshot, and the fat on his face trembled with rage. He roared, "Since you won't give me a way out, I'll take you all down with me!"

He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence. As he formed hand seals, dark green mist surged rapidly around his body.

Three dark green spiritual lights condensed above his head, transforming into three flying sword-shaped sword lights.

At the same time, the fat Taoist priest looked somewhat emaciated, and his obese body became quite shriveled.

Song Yan's gaze sharpened. This technique reminded him of the one Elder Xu Ziqing had used in Changping.

However, compared to this, Elder Xu's method was clearer and its power was more terrifying.

“Three flowers on a corpse.” Sheng Nian sneered, “Heh heh, a poor imitation.”

The fat Taoist was somewhat surprised. This secret technique was obtained from the ruins of a demonic cultivator, and he himself did not know its origin or source.

How come this kid from Xinshan seems to know everything about it?

Just as he was about to make a move, he noticed that the corpse puppet behind him had already closed in.

At the same time, Sheng Nian's horizontal sword was also thrust out, slashing across the ground in one stroke.

The spiritual energy protecting the fat Taoist was shattered.

The force was controlled perfectly.

The corpse puppet A Yuan had already come up behind him, grabbed his wrist, and instantly applied pressure.

"what--"

The fat Taoist priest was in tears, his massive body struggling and twisting wildly.

The three streaks of dark green sword light suddenly became somewhat unstable.

Just then, a huge, pitch-black hand emerged from the darkness, grabbed the three dark green lights, and instantly refined them.

"How can it be?!"

The fat Taoist priest exclaimed in surprise, but before he could even be surprised, he heard a cracking sound.

A Yuan remained expressionless as he crushed the bones in A Yuan's wrist with his large hand.

"what--"

A scream.

Sheng Nian finally spoke: "I'll ask, you answer."

The fat Taoist struggled in pain, but was held in the hand by the corpse puppet A Yuan, who forced him to listen to the young master's questions.

"How do you all travel between the Demon Realm and the mortal world now?"

The fat Taoist was in so much pain that he was soaked in sweat and his mind was already blurred. The darkness of this world was also swallowing up his will to resist: "Below the Foundation Establishment Realm, you can use... teleportation arrays. As for other methods, I don't know."

"Where is the teleportation array?"

"Guang... Guangling Prefecture".

"..." Sheng Nian pondered for a moment: "The one from Huishan in Guangling?"

The fat Taoist was taken aback, thinking to himself, "Don't you already know that?"
It's likely that this hermit of Xinshan will tell his disciple.

"As far as I know, the teleportation array to and from the Demon Ruins is one-way. This one is for coming, but what about the one for going to the Demon Ruins?"

The fat Taoist was a little confused. Could it be that Xinshan Sanren only told him half of the story and didn't tell him the truth?

"In Xin'an Prefecture."

Xin'an Prefecture?
Song Yan and Sheng Nian exchanged a glance.

The capital of Chu.

Sheng Nian asked again, "Now that the cultivators in the Demon Ruins are so rampant, could it be that some senior demon cultivator has broken through again and is preparing to come to the mortal realm to make a name for himself?"

"This...I don't know."

Where is Zhao Ziyang now?

"I do not know."

"Which sects are the demonic cultivators in the Chu Kingdom from? How many of them are there, and what is their cultivation level?"

The Central Region is undoubtedly the main area where the Demon Ruins have infiltrated the human world.

However, unlike the strict defenses of the central region, small countries like the nine border states have very little defense and means, making them easy targets for invasion.

Therefore, the nine small countries located along this "Tianshan Corridor" also have a considerable amount of influence from the Demon Ruins.

I just don't know how many demonic cultivators are in this part of Chu, or what their overall strength is.

"I...I only know that there are demonic paths and the Yellow Springs path." The fat cultivator said, "I don't know about anything else."

Sheng Nian pursed his lips, losing interest in questioning him.

The Soul Searching Technique is unlikely to be used again in a short time, and besides, this person's Qi Refining Level 8 cultivation is not low, so he dares not use the technique casually.

After a moment of silence, Song Yan suddenly asked, "Are the people of the Demon Ruins connected with the Qin family of Southern Chu?"

Sheng Nian was taken aback, not understanding why he suddenly asked that question.

The fat Taoist priest didn't understand why either, but he still answered honestly, "I've never heard of it."

Song Yan and Sheng Nian exchanged a glance, then Song Yan flicked his finger.

A sword aura pierced through the fat Taoist's dantian, but it was not fatal. It only caused his spiritual power to dissipate, rendering him unable to cast any spells.

"what--"

The fat Taoist priest sprang up like a fat fish that had been stabbed, only to crash heavily back to the ground. Sheng Nian looked at him strangely: "Aren't you going to have him refine more for you?"

"There's no need. The Dharma Body needs to refine this demonic energy. It won't be used for a while anyway, so there's no need to waste your energy."

Song Yan glanced at the corpse puppet A Yuan.

"Since he enjoys toying with ordinary people so much, why not let him experience what it's like to be toyed with to death?"

A Yuan strongly agreed.

The stiff neck nodded heavily, then grabbed his other arm and slowly applied force.

Click!Click!
Every bone in his body was crushed inch by inch, each crack accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream.

The fat Taoist's pupils suddenly contracted, and all the color drained from his fat face.

He shook his head frantically, his fat slapping against the ground with a loud "slap, slap" sound: "Please... just kill me..."

"How about that?"

Song Yan said calmly, "You were clearly very happy when you tortured those mortals..."

Why aren't you smiling now?

The fat Taoist's screams were no longer human.

The corpse puppet A Yuan would pause for a moment to allow the fat Taoist to fully experience the pain of the moment.

Then continue.

His enormous body rolled wildly on the ground, and fine beads of blood began to seep from his skin, blending into the darkness.

His voice was so hoarse it was no longer human, and it gradually faded away.

The corpse puppet A Yuan glanced at Sheng Nian and Song Yan, then grabbed the fat Taoist's body and smashed his head with a punch.

The fat Taoist's body convulsed violently a few times, then finally stopped moving.

……

Moments later, endless darkness completely enveloped the entire Qingsong Temple.

Song Yan and Sheng Nian stood at the highest point of the main hall's roof, looking down at the scene in the temple.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and dozens of corpses lay scattered haphazardly in the open space of the temple.

Corpse Puppet A Yuan was busy running around the temple when he cleanly and swiftly snapped the neck of a demonic cultivator.

"There are only three or five left, it'll be over soon," A Yuan said to himself.

Looking at the corpses of demonic cultivators scattered all over the ground.

Their agonizing, contorted expressions as they lay dying, and their pitiful, terrified cries...

Did these demonic cultivators see this when they were slaughtering the ordinary cultivators of Qingsong Temple?

Now it's their turn.

Anian said that Qingsong Temple was originally a thriving little Taoist temple, and the abbot had the cultivation level of perfect Qi Refining.

However, simply because these demonic cultivators needed a place to stay here, they were wiped out overnight.

He didn't want to comment on the actions of these demonic cultivators, but at this moment, it was just another reenactment of the cycle of the strong preying on the weak.

Song Yan gazed at the endless darkness above Qingsong Temple.

The absolute darkness that enveloped the surrounding area not only blocked the cultivators' senses, but also seemed to have the strange property of devouring spiritual energy.

The "Great Night Fills the Sky" technique of the prime of life combines trapping and killing, which is quite similar to the sword formation.

From this perspective, his prime years were no less impressive than his own.

Song Yan asked, "If you're careful, you and A Yuan could wipe out these demonic cultivators on your own. Why did you need to call me along?"

Sheng Nian said somewhat sullenly, "Hehe... this is just because I'm wary of Zhao Ziyang."

He and the corpse puppet A Yuan could indeed wipe out most of the people here, and he was even confident that he could defeat Zhao Ziyang in a one-on-one fight.

However, if Zhao Ziyang and these three appear at the same time, it will be quite troublesome.

At this moment, the right palm of Song Yan's Dharma body behind him has completely grown black flesh and blood meridians, and there are faint golden patterns on the surface of the skin.

Apart from the initial demonic cultivator named Lei Ning, the nourishment provided to the Dharma body by the other demonic cultivators in the entire Qingsong Temple was negligible.

At this moment, A Yuan dragged the last two corpses to the center of the open space inside the temple and threw the bodies away.

His robes were stained red and black with blood, and he carried a series of Qiankun bags in his hands.

Seeing that the matter was settled, Song Yan casually dispersed his Dharma body.

The two decided to divide the loot right there, also keeping in mind the thought of Zhao Ziyang coming to their door.

According to Sheng Nian, there are many candidates for the Demon Sect's Dao Son, but Zhao Ziyang is a special case among them.

Although he has not yet broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, his strength is among the best of those Qi Refining stage demonic cultivators.

Within the Demon Ruins, there are quite a few forces eyeing the nine border kingdoms, but dividing them into nine kingdoms seems insignificant.

Even if a so-called candidate for Daozi dies, it won't cause much of a stir.

Unfortunately, Zhao Ziyang didn't give them that chance and never showed up.

Most of the items in the Qiankun bags collected this time were not particularly noteworthy, except for the Qiankun bags belonging to the three late-stage Qi Refining cultivators, which had some value.

Song Yan didn't even bother to take out his Qiankun bag. He picked out some spiritual herbs and half of the spirit stones that he could use, and then stopped paying attention to it.

Instead of taking those magical artifacts and talismans, you'd have to find a place to sell them, so it's better to just take spirit stones.

Let Gou Sheng handle these goods himself; he has thugs anyway.

"If everything is settled here and there is nothing else, I will be leaving now."

Song Yan greeted Sheng Nian.

Sheng Nian nodded: "Until we meet again."

Thinking about it, if Sheng Nian hadn't called him over, he really wouldn't have imagined that the Demon Ruins would issue a kill order to someone as insignificant as him.

He also felt that he was innocent; in the Changping incident, he was only trying to protect himself.

If I really had to say who I had offended, it would undoubtedly be the Xuan Yuan Sect.

Wasn't the matter of the painting caused by those cultivators of the Yellow Springs Path themselves?
Ha ha.

However, whether it's the Xuan Yuan Sect, the Yellow Springs Path, or even the Qin Clan, Yang Wenxuan, or the Corpse Bone Abyss...

For someone as insignificant as himself, there's no way he would put much effort into anything, like plotting or scheming. At worst, he'd just want to die.

What I need to do is very simple.

Establish a solid foundation as soon as possible, so that you have enough power to deal with anything!

"..."

Sheng Nian stood in the night, watching Song Yan's departing figure.

"Tsk tsk..." A demonic voice echoed from within him: "This kid really did inherit the Sword Sect's legacy."

"Sword Sect? How did you figure that out?" Sheng Nian asked curiously, "Do you recognize the sword formation he used?"

"No, that's not it. Sword formations are ever-changing, how could I possibly remember every single one of these low-level ones?"

Xie Laomo said, "It is that sword-path eye technique. If I remember correctly, it should be unique to the Sword Sect."

"Zheng Tianqi in the past caused quite a few big troubles."

Upon hearing a completely unfamiliar name, Sheng Nian couldn't help but ask, "Zheng Tianqi? Who's that?"

"The founder of the Sword Sect." There was a hint of reminiscence in Xie Laomo's voice.

"Twenty-four thousand years ago, I ascended to the Immortal Realm."

"Ascension to the Immortal Realm?!"

Sheng Nian was shocked. The founder of the Sword Sect had actually ascended to immortality?!
Soaring.

What distant and unfamiliar words.

After all, in the State of Chu, reaching the Foundation Establishment stage was considered a sign of a senior expert.

"Of course, among the three lineages of sword cultivators, the Sword Sect is the most accomplished. For such a prodigy, ascension would be no problem for him."

"However, the Sword Sect's lineage is vast..." Old Demon Xie changed the subject: "I wonder how much of it this kid has inherited."

(End of this chapter)