Chapter 123: Suspected Traces of Antiquity

Damn! Why the hell did it have to be the Xiang Jianzong?

Those who practice dao of the blade and those who practice dao of the sword just can't get along.

Mo Mo Bu Yu's expression grew serious—the female teacher he had probed was, coincidentally, a history teacher at Qingqiu City No. 1 High School.

From her mind-sea, Mo Mo Bu Yu gained a preliminary understanding of what kind of world this was now.

And the Ancient Cultivator Response Department? It targets cultivators like himself who have just emerged from seclusion! Beyond that, what truly astonished him were the various antics of this teacher and the principal—their boldness was staggering: bondage, roleplay, outdoor…

As a cultivator devoid of emotion, the scenes he now witnessed surpassed even those he had once extracted from the mind-sea of a Huanhuan Sect pleasure cultivator.

But they weren't Huanhuan Sect cultivators at all—what was the point of this? Or had all cultivators in this era become so unrestrained?

But soon, Mo Mo Bu Yu ceased pondering such meaningless matters; he tapped a finger to her third eye, injected a thread of magic power to ease her post-probe fatigue, and laid her against the wall.

Then, as if remembering something, he wiped his fingertip—just touched to her forehead—with visible disgust.

He paused, then pulled out a concealment talisman to hide the teacher's form, and placed two spirit stones beside her as compensation for the mind-probe.

"I must leave this place first."

Although the information gleaned from this woman's mind-sea suggested the Ancient Cultivator Response Department wouldn't simply execute emerging ancient cultivators without cause,

Cultivators like him were usually contacted by their parents, relatives, teachers, or friends after their circumstances were confirmed.

But as a cultivator—especially a blade cultivator—he did not wish to be placed in a passive position, especially when facing sword cultivators of the Xiang Jianzong.

Having made his decision, he tapped his foot, his figure once again darting like a fleeting reflection, vanishing in an instant at the end of the street.

The internal state of the sect was unknown; Qingqiu City was too crowded—he'd first find a secluded spot to hide.

Only after fully understanding the current state of the Central Continent would he decide whether to return.

Mo Mo Bu Yu had already formulated a plan—but plans always lag behind change.

"Alert!"

"A cultivator above the Void Refinement stage, who never experienced the Great Transformation, has emerged—whether they are a demonic cultivator remains uncertain."

"To ensure the safety of all citizens, immediately proceed to the nearest school, Xian Sect outpost, or Alliance shelter—do not leave the city's protective array!"

A clear voice echoed throughout Qingqiu City.

Hum~ He felt the spiritual tide surge violently; beams of spiritual light shot toward the heavens. The sudden change caused Mo Mo Bu Yu, who was fleeing outward, to freeze—he looked up.

Faint golden array patterns spread relentlessly across the city's sky, their terrifying power radiating outward, sending a chill through his heart.

Without doubt, this was an array capable of threatening him!

…

…

"This array is far stronger than the one I encountered when I emerged."

On the rooftop of a tall building, Xu Xing gazed toward the distance—exactly where Mo Mo Bu Yu was.

That's understandable; Qingqiu City is no match for Xuanjian City.

Looking at Qingqiu City's citizens, though they were rushing toward Xian Sect outposts, schools, and Alliance shelters as instructed, they weren't as frantic as those in Xuanjian City.

Beside him, Xiang Yuanjun gazed at the sky: "They've arrived."

Crack! Above Qingqiu City, space shattered like a mirror.

A Union with the Dao sword cultivator had directly crossed space to arrive!

A vast divine sense swept across, scanning the entire Qingqiu City in an instant.

Then, a blade of sword light shot out from within, striking directly toward Mo Mo Bu Yu, who had just reached the city's edge.

"Not bad—your movements are swift," Xu Xing nodded slightly.

Faster than in Xuanjian City.

"But it seems someone is displeased," Xiang Yuanjun's gaze settled elsewhere.

A Union with the Dao blade cultivator—he too had been swept up in the Union with the Dao sword cultivator's divine sense. This clearly angered him.

"Normal," Xu Xing dismissed it.

Before joining the Zhengdaoda Alliance, the Desert Blade Gate was among the strongest blade sects in the Tai Xuan Realm, always striving to catch up to—or even surpass—the Xiang Jianzong.

But the gap was simply too vast; they could only dream of it.

This unbridgeable disparity bred psychological resentment, causing some high-level blade cultivators to harbor inexplicable hostility toward sword cultivators.

"If that elder were still alive, he'd be no less than us," Xu Xing sighed.

Among cultivators who primarily practiced the blade dao, there were indeed prodigies who walked alongside them.

That elder's blade dao was peerless in the world; his presence, even today, Xu Xing still remembered vividly.

Too bad… I arrived too late back then.

"I recall that elder had a younger brother—he founded the Desert Blade Gate. If things went well, he should be nearing that threshold now?"

"Unclear. The vast majority of the Zhengdaoda Alliance strongly oppose the Xian Sect, so my younger sister had to respect their wishes," Xiang Yuanjun explained.

Cultivation is a deeply personal matter.

If she recklessly probed such core secrets, not only would it violate her own nature, but if the Zhengdaoda Alliance learned of it, it might further sour relations between the Tai Shang Dao Sect and the Zhengdaoda Alliance.

As for this channel…

Since she helped Yuan sever the connection, a certain demonic ancestor has been desperate to regain face.

"Oppose?" Xu Xing's mind stirred.

"Yes, oppose. When Yuan was still alive, the Zhengdaoda Alliance was wary of the Xian Sect, but not to the point of opposition."

Within those Zhengdaoda Sects, weren't there still cultivators who lived through that era?

They witnessed firsthand what the founder of the Xian Sect—and his fellow elders—had done.

The external enemies haven't even been fully eradicated; having endured that brutal age, they shouldn't have reached this point of opposition.

But since Yuan vanished, their opposition to the Xian Sect has grown increasingly severe.

In recent years, they had continuously rolled out new policies, most of them aimed at cultivators of the Xian Sect.

"This is far from normal, so I began entertaining the thought of coming here to investigate."

Yuanjun now stated her own purpose as well.

Inviting Dao Brother along had truly been mentioned only in passing — the Sword Sovereign had genuinely misunderstood her.

Xu Xing paused: "You suspect it's Gu?"

Anyone capable of stirring up trouble in the Central Continent at the level of a force like the Orthodox Alliance could only be Him.

"Mm. Though He was cut down by a single sword from Dao Brother, the Dao that Gu wields is far too peculiar — it may well still be Him."

"Then why doesn't Yuanjun share your suspicions with the other Dao companions?"

"I cannot do that. If my elder brother and the other Dao companions were to learn of it, the Orthodox Alliance would likely not escape a catastrophe."

Once the Cang Clan is involved, Xian Sects like the Salvation Valley that have long harbored such intentions would gain a pretext to act.

Yuanjun pressed her thin lips lightly together, looking exceedingly elegant and fair: "This little sister once promised a certain person that, short of absolute necessity, I would do my utmost to preserve the Orthodox Alliance."

"Yuan?"

"No." Yuanjun's tone suddenly turned solemn. "It's that disciple of the Spirit Ancestor. This little sister has had little dealings with Yuan, so naturally I could not have promised him anything."

"..." Xu Xing paused, then laughed. "Then telling me — aren't you afraid I'll make a move against the Orthodox Alliance? Or perhaps you look down on me, Xu someone!"

"Dao Brother mustn't jest."

Yuanjun shook her head slightly, then gazed into the distance, her white silk ribbons drifting gently on the wind.

"Isn't all of this precisely what Dao Brother once wished to do?"

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