I picked up the scattered attributes

Looking back now, perhaps they were waiting for the True God Tribulation to erupt.

Once the True God Tribulation erupts, the dying True God will go completely mad, and at that time, it will surely cause terrible damage to the Xuanhuang Sacred Palace.

Many powerful forces in the Southern Star Region also choose to send their prodigies to the Holy Mansion to learn cultivation principles that are not available in their own sects.

It is conceivable that once the old manor succumbs to madness, these prodigies will suffer severe losses.

Even in the worst-case scenario, the Southern Star Region will face a terrible shortage of talent for the next hundreds or thousands of years.

At that time, the Blood Demon Army will be able to advance unimpeded and easily conquer the Southern Heaven!

"Everyone, my father is old and frail, and has been living with the evil blood and fighting against the Southern Heaven. Today, I will kill my father to set the world right."

Then the voice of the Bitter Bamboo Sword God came: "However, the Xuanhuang Sacred Palace cannot be without a master for a day. Before the true master appears, I am willing to do my best to temporarily take over the position of master. I wonder what you all think?"

"The Sword God has slain the scoundrels of the Southern Heaven and cleansed the world; he is the perfect candidate for this position!"

"The position of Lord of the Palace is vacant. The Sword God is virtuous and capable, and should rightfully take charge of Xuanhuang."

At this moment, the elders and experts of the Holy Mansion who had been saved by the Bitter Bamboo Sword God all spoke up in agreement.

After the old manor lord's conspiracy was exposed, and the Bitter Bamboo Sword God put aside his own family for the greater good and thwarted the conspiracy, the previous criticisms were instantly reversed.

"The position of Lord of the Prefecture is arduous, and I hope that the Sword God will be more accommodating."

"We are willing to jointly revere the Sword God as..."

"Could this be considered an accidental and legitimate way to kill one's father and attain enlightenment?"

Feng Xia quietly entered a semi-divine state, observing the Bitter Bamboo Sword God: "Speaking of which, the title 'Bitter Bamboo' sounds like it belongs to a Buddhist sect..."

In his semi-human state, his senses were incredibly sharp.

Even the most subtle emotional changes might go unnoticed by the person themselves, but they cannot escape Feng Xia's discerning eye.

At first glance, Feng Xia's impression was...

bitter!

As his name suggests, the Bitter Bamboo Sword God had a sorrowful expression. Even though he had finally obtained the position he had longed for, he did not show much joy.

On the contrary, Feng Xia felt immense sorrow and bitterness from this young sword god.

"What's wrong with this guy? Why isn't he smiling?"

Suddenly, out of the corner of Feng Xia's eye, he caught a glimpse of something on the old manor lord's corpse.

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Chapter 0909

The old manor lord's remains were already badly mangled.

This was because he activated the power of the blood mist to fight back, which strengthened his own power but also caused him to suffer a terrible backlash from the blood mist.

Furthermore, given his eventual defeat and death at the hands of the Bitter Bamboo Sword God, it was impossible for him to leave behind a complete corpse.

"Hmm, this mark looks like..."

However, when Feng Xia was in a semi-divine state and looked at the old manor lord's corpse again, he immediately discovered something different.

Despite the terrible external injuries, there was not a trace of damage caused by the sword technique inside the old manor's body!

"My swordsmanship has reached the second level. Unless that Sword God Lord is resurrected, no one in the Xuanhuang Sacred Palace today can surpass me in swordsmanship."

It is a fact that everyone has accepted that the Bitter Bamboo Sword God killed the old mansion master.

Therefore, there was absolutely no need for him to go to the trouble of erasing the swordsmanship within the old mansion afterward.

"The Bitter Bamboo Sword God must indeed be a true god. It would be almost impossible for him to hold back in the battle just now, so he must have gone all out."

"But what does it mean that a true god of swordsmanship who went all out did not leave any swordsmanship within the old mansion body?"

As Feng Xia asked and answered the question in her heart, she had already guessed the answer.

This suggests that the old manor lord was likely not killed by the Bitter Bamboo Sword God!

"If it wasn't the Bitter Bamboo Sword God who killed him, then there's only one possibility... the old manor lord actually committed suicide!"

"Could it be that he was unexpectedly corrupted by the blood mist and, in order to preserve his integrity in his later years, made such a decision?"

Feng Xia unconsciously frowned; her thoughts, which had just begun to clear, were once again thwarted.

If the old master's aim was to preserve his reputation in his later years, then it can be said that he has completely failed.

The transformation from a respected and virtuous old lord to a scoundrel of a supernatural being who sided with the Blood Demon was truly a matter of a single moment.

In the end, it was the reputation of the Bitter Bamboo Sword God that was brought about!

Seeing the Bitter Bamboo Sword God surrounded by a crowd, discussing future strategies, a bold idea inexplicably flashed through Feng Xia's mind.

"Is everything the old lord has done paving the way for the Bitter Bamboo Sword God?"

"Everyone knows that the father and son are at odds, and it's not something that's been going on for just a year or two. If he dies in the battle with the Bitter Bamboo Sword God, no one will suspect that the Bitter Bamboo Sword God is behind it!"

"He turned the tide, thwarted the sinister conspiracy, and his reputation was unparalleled."

"In terms of cultivation, he is a true god of swordsmanship, and can be called the number one in killing among all weapons!"

"Furthermore, given the swift and decisive actions of the Bitter Bamboo Sword God, once he assumes the position of Palace Master, implementing any policy he desires will become incredibly easy!"

In the blink of an eye, Feng Xia felt that he had grasped the truth.

He looked again at the sorrowful-looking young man, who seemed to sense his gaze and gave him a questioning look.

Clearly, he did not know Feng Xia.

But his sword heart trembled, clearly sensing a terrifying threat from Feng Xia!

"Fellow Daoist Kuzhu, would you be interested in discussing this further?"

Just as the Bitter Bamboo Sword God was puzzled, he suddenly heard a soft laugh in his ear: "You came at the perfect time. You don't know that I just cracked the Starry Sky Sword before this."

The young man, whose face was filled with sorrow, shuddered, revealing a deep sense of disbelief.

The Starry Sky Swords technique has been broken?

He had indeed been inside the Starry Sky Swords.

It was only later that I realized that, theoretically, as long as one reaches the first level of swordsmanship, one can reach the end of the sword realm.

But that's only in theory.

To truly reach the end, one must achieve perfection in the first level of swordsmanship.

However, if one wishes to meet the Sword Dao God, one must advance to a higher level and reach the second level of the Sword Dao!

Realizing he couldn't achieve it in a short time, he stopped going to the Starry Sky Sword Sect.

In addition to his conspiracy with the old manor lord, he simply went along with the plan and portrayed the situation as a discord between father and son!

After a while, everyone believed it.

They believed the lies he and the old manor lord, and he and his old father, had woven together!

Feng Xia's ability to decipher the Starry Sky Sword Technique signifies that his swordsmanship has truly reached the second level of the Dao Realm.

The crisis that Nantian will face from now on is more profound than it has been at any time in the past.

He would do everything in his power to seize any opportunity and with any ability, at any cost.

This was a principle he and the old master had agreed upon beforehand!

"Since you have invited me, I will come to discuss this in detail after I have finished handling my father's funeral arrangements."

The Bitter Bamboo Sword God responded with a sorrowful expression, transmitting his thoughts telepathically.

By the time he had finished dealing with all the matters, a month had passed.

The news that the old lord had defected to the Lord of the Blood Demon and was killed by his son in a show of righteousness had already spread throughout the Xuanhuang Sacred Palace and even spread throughout the entire Southern Heaven through various channels!

Many elders of the Holy Palace have personally confirmed that the former Palace Master has been dethroned, and his former reputation has plummeted.

Correspondingly, his son, the Sword God of Bitter Bamboo, vanquished demons and monsters overnight, gaining immense fame and prestige. He was elected by many elders of the Xuanhuang Holy Mansion to become the acting head of the Holy Mansion.

Upon assuming office, the acting prefect immediately implemented numerous new measures, employing rather drastic methods in an attempt to stimulate the students' cultivation.

This is a story for later, so let’s not discuss it for now.

On this very day, after handling his father's funeral and having temporarily freed himself from worries, the Bitter Bamboo Sword God suddenly felt something and stepped out of his study to a corner of the library's collection.

"My name is Kuzhu, and I greet you, fellow Daoist."

The Bitter Bamboo Sword God looked warily at the young man in blue.

During this month, he was no longer completely ignorant of Feng Xia, but the information he could find was still pitifully little.

Ancient forbidden land, Thousand Autumn Valley, Eight Divine Generals, Yangkong Great Swamp, Eight Prodigies...

The seemingly astonishing amount of information is actually only a tiny fraction, not even enough to fill an ordinary jade slip.

Apart from this information, everything related to Fengxia and Qianqiu Valley is almost a complete mystery!

"I, Feng, greet you, fellow Daoist." Feng Xia returned the greeting with a smile.

"Some matters are indeed of great importance, so please forgive my bluntness, fellow Daoist." The Bitter Bamboo Sword God paused for a moment, "Fellow Daoist, what exactly is the origin of your Thousand Autumns Valley?"