Chapter 571: Ming Wuzi of the Inverted Heavenly Gang

"Master, what orders do you have for the disciple you are seeking?"

Ming Jianzi respectfully lowered his head and bowed.

Lingjian Zhenren lowered his eyes, gave a slight nod: "Ming Jianzi, where is your junior sister Chu Ran?"

Ming Jianzi's body trembled; indeed, the Master knew his deeds and had specially summoned him.

But he was not panicked; having done this, he certainly would not… be afraid.

"Master, my junior sister has gone down the mountain for training."

"Is that so?"

Lingjian Zhenren responded coolly, a terrifying pressure aura erupted from him, within which a Technique was concealed; Ming Jianzi immediately knelt, unable to withstand the massive pressure, his body trembling.

Ming Jianzi, clenching his teeth, endured the fear and pallor, holding on.

"I, the Sect Master, give you a task: bring back your junior sister Chu Ran."

"Master, disciple."

Ming Jianzi looked up, intending to refuse the task; he could not do that, his junior sister is the one he cares most about, and she is also Chen Chuyang's sister, and Chen Chuyang is his lifesaving benefactor, so he could not repay kindness with enmity.

Junior sister Chu Ran cannot be brought back; that is the bottom line, otherwise Xinran's uncle would truly be beyond rescue.

If he does not nod, Chu Ran might be taken back by someone else; then his effort would be in vain.

After hesitating for a long time, Ming Jianzi weighed the pros and cons.

"What? You don't want to?" Lingjian Zhenren's voice turned cold, his eyes radiating icy murderous intent.

Staring at Ming Jianzi, he gave the disciple no chance to refuse.

Ming Jianzi paled and nodded: "By your command, Master, I dare not disobey."

Lingjian Zhenren smiled, satisfied: "Not bad, I am pleased with your attitude; if you bring your junior sister back, I will not hold it against you, and I will also grant a reward."

"Ming Jianzi, you won't disappoint the Sect Master, will you?"

Ming Jianzi lowered his head, clasped his hands and said: "I guarantee I will not."

Lingjian Zhenren nodded: "Go, bring her back soon; I give you three days. Once three days pass, I will act personally."

"Yes."

Ming Jianzi nodded repeatedly, daring not to think further.

"Go."

"Yes."

After Ming Jianzi left the Dadian, Lingjian Zhenren's complexion turned pale; he could not leave the Dadian.

Another soul within his body kept meddling, preventing him from leaving or doing anything.

Elder Xinran's sword created a flaw in his soul; this flaw is not easy to repair.

And Lingjian Zhenren's soul is constantly struggling, every moment trying to seize control of the body.

He cannot let his guard down; if he can avoid acting, he will not act.

Moreover, the other Elders of the Spirit Sword Sect are not fools; once they detect the clue, his position as Sect Master will be precarious.

Now he cannot undergo another battle; Ming Jianzi, being Lingjian Zhenren's disciple, this time is meant to demonstrate his loyalty. If this person… does not bring anyone back, it shows he has uncovered the clue and thus betrayed him, and then this disciple would have no purpose.

"Ming Jianzi, you had better not disappoint the Sect Master; I do not wish to kill you."

The voice instantly softened.

Lingjian Zhenren looked at the doorway again, and another figure stepped in.

A sword‑bearing youth slowly stepped into the Dadian.

When he entered, the Dadian was filled with Technique; his entire body was saturated with Technique, unable to conceal or restrain it.

The youth with sword‑shaped eyebrows and star‑like eyes, those sharp eyes made others dare not meet his gaze.

Ming Wuzi.

Another disciple of Lingjian Zhenren, also a candidate sword disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect.

Like Ming Jianzi, both could potentially sit on the Sect Master's throne.

This disciple is a sword‑maniac; his sword‑Dao talent surpasses Ming Jianzi's, but he excels at cultivation and knows nothing about other matters.

He is not good at socializing, nor at maintaining relationships, and cannot understand the actions between sects.

He is not material to become Sect Master; Lingjian Zhenren originally intended to keep him hidden, pairing him with Ming Jianzi as light and dark, jointly protecting the Spirit Sword Sect.

"Disciple pays respects, Master."

A bright yet cold voice sounded, Ming Wuzi clasped his hands.

His head did not lower; he stared directly at the Master before him, with no respect in his eyes.

This is him, Ming Wuzi, a confident person who does not care about etiquette.

"You have arrived?"

Ming Wuzi nodded and asked: "I wonder what orders you have, Master?"

The voice remained this cold, without any emotion.

Lingjian Zhenren furrowed his brows and instructed: "I, the Sect Master, have a matter that requires you to handle."

"May the disciple refuse?"

Ming Wuzi lifted his head and refused outright.

"Your junior sister Chu Ran went down the mountain on her own; the Sect Master worries she may be in danger and wants you to bring her back."

Lingjian Zhenren phrased it differently; his true purpose, of course, could not be disclosed.

Ming Wuzi replied: "Master, hasn't senior brother gone down the mountain?"

Before arriving, he had encountered Ming Jianzi.

Naturally, he knew of Ming Jianzi's descent.

Your senior brother might not be able to bring them back, and I, as master, want you to go bring them back.

Ming Wuzi, puzzled, lifted his head, staring at the master before him; his senior brother Ming Jianzi, who is the master's most trusted disciple, is assigned a task, and the senior brother basically cannot make mistakes.

For the same task, the master would not assign it to himself or his senior brother.

Then, what is the master's reason for doing this?

Does the master suspect his senior brother? Or have himself watch the senior brother?

"Master, disciple refuses."

As soon as the words fell, Lingjian Zhenren narrowed his eyes, a wave of pressure spread, Protector Ming Wuzi.

Ming Wuzi lifted his head, not afraid at all, a body of Technique, rushed straight into Dadian.

Two streams of Technique collided, Technique and Technique collided, pressure met pressure.

Ming Wuzi was not at all unwilling to show weakness, and instead stepped forward.

"You…"

Lingjian Zhenren became angry, his soul trembled, Ming Wuzi's Technique rushed straight toward his soul.

Caught off guard, the soul's gap widened a bit again.

"How dare you act against master?"

Lingjian Zhenren's anger flared to the heavens, staring fixedly at the disciple before him, more rebellious than Ming Jianzi.

Moreover, his strength, above Ming Jianzi's, vaguely threatened him.

If he truly were to act, Lingjian Zhenren could not guarantee he could take down Ming Wuzi; another soul within his body stirred at this moment, resonating with Ming Wuzi's Technique, and this discovery made Lingjian Zhenren's complexion even worse.

He wanted to act, yet withdrew.

Ming Wuzi's sharp eyes sensed something, and amplified the Technique's impact.

"Buzz."

Lingjian Zhenren's surroundings were enveloped by this Technique, and his soul was Protector by the Technique.

In just an instant, Lingjian Zhenren's complexion changed.

"Hmph."

A cold hum, shattered this Technique.

Raising his right hand, Ming Wuzi simultaneously moved, drawing his sword.

Their gazes met.

Ming Wuzi was not afraid at all, calmly said: "Master, I do not wish to fight you; if you truly wish to fight, I do not mind sparring with you, to see whether in these years, master, you have made progress."

These words, however, were rather Tian Gang.