This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

The branch elder did not accept the appointment of Qianxing, but instead looked at Yan Cangfeng and said:

"Kid, you should know what he wants from me."

Yan Zangfeng replied:

"Are you going to make a move?"

The branch elder stroked his beard and laughed:

"Ren Qianxue has already become my disciple. You killed my student. Tell me, should I intervene?"

Yan Zangfeng nodded slightly, finding it to be reasonable.

The branch elder laughed heartily, suddenly finding the young man quite interesting.

"Boy, if you don't want to die, I'll give you a choice. If you can give me a better disciple in return, I'll help you take revenge. What do you say?"

Upon hearing this, Ren Jianhao's expression changed drastically.

"Elder, no! My Hidden Sword Manor has served the Holy Sect for generations..."

Ren Qianxing reached out and grasped Ren Jianhao's arm, gently shaking his head to signal him to stop talking.

Ren Jianhao was taken aback, looked at Ren Qianxing, and almost instantly understood his expression.

A deep sense of helplessness welled up in my heart.

For the Holy Sect, their Hidden Sword Manor has never been an indispensable existence. As long as they are willing, they can easily support another Hidden Sword Manor.

Therefore, for this branch elder, the life or death of Hidden Sword Manor was utterly insignificant.

This is also why Ren Qianxing has always kept his abilities hidden, because he had long seen through the fate of Cangjian Villa.

All he sought was complete freedom, unrestrained freedom.

Yan Zangfeng naturally understood what the branch elder meant, and he directly shook his head and refused:

"I already have a master, and I will not become your disciple..."

The branch elder seemed unsurprised and continued to persuade:

"Already have a master... Hahahaha... You really are shallow and ignorant."

"What other sect in the world can compare to my Azure Cloud Sword Sect?"

Yan Zangfeng remained unmoved, only slightly raising his sword-wielding hand a few inches.

The branch elder looked regretful and shook his head, saying:

"In that case, you can only blame your bad luck."

Having said that, he turned to look at Ren Qianxing and said:

"If I kill him, you will take your sister's place as my disciple, understand?"

Ren Qianxing had known this outcome for a long time. Although he wanted to leave, his father was still his father.

Over the years, he has been hiding his talents and failing to live up to expectations. Although his father often scolds him, he has not treated him harshly.

No matter how indifferent Ren Qianxing was, he couldn't bear to watch his father die a violent death.

He nodded without hesitation:

"Alright, I'm willing to become your disciple..."

The branch elder nodded slightly, and suddenly, his figure vanished instantly.

Yan Zangfeng was prepared, and only felt a gust of wind coming towards him.

The longsword was immediately held horizontally in front of his chest. With a crisp "clang", Yan Cangfeng was sent flying backward, crashing into a rockery and shattering the rocks into pieces.

"You reacted pretty quickly..."

The branch elder sighed in admiration and made his move once more.

With a casual wave of his hand, the long sword that appeared out of thin air surged forth like a tidal wave.

"The Sixth Heaven..."

Yan Zangfeng looked solemn and dared not take the attack head-on, so he could only dodge it by leaping away.

The tidal wave of sword energy bombarded the artificial mountain behind him, instantly shattering a two-zhang-high artificial mountain.

"So strong..."

Yan Zangfeng, still in mid-air, looked at the sword and said in a deep voice.

The branch elder grinned maliciously, and before the power of his previous sword strike had dissipated, he flew over.

"Kid, you've got some skills, but that's about it..."

A streak of cold light shot out, so fast that Yan Cangfeng, still in mid-air, could only catch it head-on.

The two swords clashed, and their combined energy erupted.

Yan Zangfeng's figure was struck down from mid-air like a meteor, crashing through the courtyard wall and falling directly outside the courtyard.

He had just rolled over and sat up when he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"A miscalculation... I never expected that Hidden Sword Manor would have a branch elder of the Holy Sect at the sixth level of the Heavenly Realm..."

Yan Zangfeng felt a growing urge to retreat.

This person is too strong; if we were to fight him head-on, I might not be his match.

It's better to preserve your life and deal with it another day.

After this battle, Ren Jianhao and his son will surely seek protection from a branch sect, or even leave Shijian City and hide away.

Finding them again later won't be so easy.

"Perhaps... that's the only option left..."

Yan Zangfeng glanced at the Yao Guang sword in his hand, then looked up at the sky.

The sun has set, leaving only a faint afterglow on the horizon.

At this time, stars could already be seen in the sky.

"Not enough, hold on a little longer..."

Yan Zangfeng muttered to himself.

At this moment, the branch sect elder had already arrived, and with a single sword strike, a tidal wave of sword energy rushed towards them.

Hundreds of small swords condensed from sword energy transformed into streaks of light, approaching with a deadly threat. Yan Zangfeng dared not be careless and immediately used the Tai Chi sword technique to retreat while dissipating his power.

However, the sword energy was too dense, and his Tai Chi sword technique had not yet reached a truly perfect state, so there were still many omissions.

In an instant, dozens of tiny sword marks appeared on Yan Zangfeng's body.

Blood spilled out, soaking his coarse linen shirt and making him look particularly disheveled.

The branch elders' attacks were relentless; as soon as one sword fell, another followed.

He charged forward with his sword, piercing through the waves of sword energy, and thrust his sword at the very moment when Yan Cangfeng's power was about to be exhausted.

Yan Zangfeng tried his best to deflect the force with Tai Chi swordsmanship, but ultimately his strength was insufficient and his true energy was lacking. He was once again knocked away by the branch sect elder.

The injury has worsened considerably.

Hidden to the side, Li Daoxuan watched this scene and said in a reproachful tone:

"That girl Jing Shu, didn't she even think to leave this child a few life-saving pills?"

"What kind of teacher is this?"

Sword cultivators are too straightforward.

Wang Jingshu is a typical example.

She is very straightforward and rarely considers such trivial matters.

Since the passing of the two elders of the Wang family, Wang Jingshu has only ever had some special feelings for Qingfeng, aside from practicing swordsmanship.

This is what a sword immortal is like. Without such a mindset and character, it would be difficult to achieve great things.

Moreover, Wang Jingshu was following an unprecedented path of swordsmanship, so she wouldn't be distracted.

However, Wang Jingshu, as the master, failed in her duty, and as the grandmaster, he couldn't just watch his grand-disciple be beaten to death.

Just as Yan Zangfeng's internal energy was running out of steam, Li Daoxuan flicked his finger, and a wisp of pure magic power landed on him. The potential hidden deep within Yan Zangfeng's body was activated, and a surge of powerful true energy suddenly rose up.

Yan Zangfeng was startled, somewhat surprised.

But he didn't think much of it, assuming it was just an effect of his Taiyi Pure Yuan Gong.

Seeing the branch elders attacking again, Yan Cangfeng immediately gathered his qi and flew away to dodge, then used the buildings in the manor to move around.

The two then began a chase and fight within the Hidden Sword Manor. Wherever they went, houses collapsed, and anyone who was not careful was caught in the sword energy, either dying or being injured.

The branch elder, seeing Yan Cangfeng as slippery as an eel, couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

"Kid, you'd better just obediently accept your death to avoid suffering more..."