Chapter 1348: Sword Realm Old Acquaintances

"The Immortal Artifact Sect says that the Mud-Swamp True Lord might be a member of the Heavenly Illusion Immortal Butterfly Clan?"

"True Fire Canghai Tianjun and Xuan Water Canghai Tianjun might be coming?!"

Light Thunder Canghai Tianjun was overjoyed, a look of incomparable fervor flashing in his eyes, as if they were burning—especially when he heard that Xuan Water Canghai Tianjun was coming.

He had completely failed to hear the words that came after the plump cultivator.

"Seventh Uncle,"

"Thank you, thank you so very much."

"Thank you."

Light Thunder Canghai Tianjun was incomparably agitated. He took a deep breath, suppressing the restless killing intent and lust in his heart: "I have roamed for over four thousand years, my footsteps covering more than a hundred domains. To others, my fame resounds mightily, and many Void Refinement cultivators have lost their heads by my hand—but in truth, what does that amount to?"

"Not a single Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inheritance cultivator!"

"Not a single prince or princess of an immortal-like race!"

"How could anyone be content with that?"

"Not even one such opponent have I managed to slay—what face would I have to return to the sect, to face the Heavenly Sword Sword Son, and even… to challenge the Heavenly Sword Sword Son?"

He thanked him again and again, his words incoherent, one could well imagine the surging emotions in his heart.

"Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inheritance cultivators, princes and princesses of immortal-like races?"

The plump old man gave a wry smile.

Unless it was a sword-path Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong, or some special circumstance, law cultivators had absolutely no interest in duels of the same realm. The inheritance sword cultivators of the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm were at the Hua Shen Qi stage, not standing at the peak of the Great Thousand Worlds—fundamentally unable to force them to send out their inheritance cultivators for a duel.

"Seventh Uncle, I was born in a bad era."

"Looking back to when the Old Ancestor was still around,"

Light Thunder Canghai Tianjun's face revealed longing and reverence: "In the late stage of the Great Calamity, the Old Ancestor rose with the momentum, slaying Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Dao Sons, slaying the strongest bloodline prodigies of the immortal-like races, and then breaking through the sect's inheritance limits, leaping up to become a peak powerhouse of the Great Thousand Worlds, taking the endless heavens and earth of the Great Thousand Worlds as a sword-path slaughter chessboard—such boldness and vigor…"

He felt boundless regret.

This era was far too peaceful, unsuitable for the growth of sword cultivators.

"Fortunately!"

"There is still the inheritance sword cultivator of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm!"

"Otherwise, if I cast my gaze across the entire heavens and earth and yet cannot find a single resource, what kind of sorrow would that be?"

Light Thunder Canghai Tianjun's eyes blazed with incomparable heat, incomparably stirred.

He barely calmed himself a little, and solemnly said to the plump old man beside him: "Seventh Uncle, after we enter the Thunder Flame Domain, no matter the same-realm battles, please, no matter what, do not intervene—even if I am slain by the sword cultivators of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, and my head is held in their hands, do not interfere in anything."

"Seventh Uncle, can you do that?"

"Little Light Thunder, don't worry, that's certain!"

The plump old man agreed in one breath, without a shred of hesitation.

"Haha,

"

"Seventh Uncle, you can't fool me."

Light Thunder Canghai Tianjun, however, was still not at all reassured. He let out a laugh, took out a clear and faint Heavenly Dao Contract: "Seventh Uncle, please sign it, will you?"

This contract was clearly a Heavenly Dao Contract containing tremendous magic power and immense might.

The content above was also very simple: it forbade the plump old man before him from interfering in any battle below Void Refinement, under any circumstances.

Light Thunder Canghai Tianjun had long been prepared, having exchanged for it from the treasury of the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm.

"This…"

"Is it necessary?"

The plump old man looked at the stern restraints above, and the terrifying consequences of violating the contract, his heart trembled, and he said with great displeasure: "You little brat, your wings have grown hard, have they?"

"You don't even trust your Seventh Uncle anymore? Your skin itches, doesn't it?"

He was furiously angry.

"It's not that I don't trust Seventh Uncle…"

Light Thunder Canghai Tianjun's face showed a look of shame, nothing like the cold, iron-blooded, brutal and lecherous demeanor he wore before others.

"I won't sign it!"

"This is completely unnecessary,"

The plump old man pushed the Heavenly Dao Contract aside with one hand, and said coldly: "The sect has strict sect laws, forbidding any cultivator from interfering in the sword duels of inheritance sword cultivators, or else they will be punished with extreme penalty. This has existed for countless years, and doesn't need your broken Heavenly Dao Contract."

"The many elders and powerhouses of the sect have eaten more salt than the rice you've ever eaten."

"Could they not know the things you've thought of?"

He wore a look of displeasure.

As a powerhouse whose realm far exceeded Void Refinement, no one here could force him to do anything.

Light Thunder Canghai Tianjun fell silent.

After a moment, he slowly spoke.

"Seventh Uncle,"

"Over six thousand years ago, you embezzled a sect treasure,"

Light Thunder Canghai Tianjun recalled for a moment, and said: "Over seven thousand years ago, because you took a fancy to a female cultivator, you slaughtered an entire Dao Sect to the last. Over eight thousand years ago, you forced an inner-sect female elder—who was not one of the Sword Realm Old Acquaintances—to death. Over nine thousand years ago, you colluded and traded with the demon race. Over ten thousand years ago…"

He recounted incident after incident, each one capable of triggering a great earthquake within the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm.

Sword Realm Old Acquaintances.

These were cultivators from the time when the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm had not yet become a Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong, and its name was still Thunder Yang Sword Sect.

That batch of cultivators who had grown up alongside the current master of the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm, and their descendants, formed an extremely special group within the Thunder Yang Heavenly Sword Realm, referred to by outsiders as the Sword Realm Old Acquaintances.

"So what?"

"At worst, I'll return to the sect and turn myself in to confess my crimes!"

The chubby old man gave a cold laugh.

He did not seem to care about these crimes at all.

?? Even though these crimes were enough to cause many Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Unity-of-Dao Divine Monarchs to die and their souls to scatter.

"Little Chong Guang Lei, are you threatening me?"

He said, displeased.

"It is not a threat."

"Seventh Uncle,"

Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun said sincerely: "Seventh Uncle, you truly are my own Seventh Uncle. The two of us, although we share no blood relation, are closer than real uncle and nephew. Even our hobbies are the same—we both enjoy toying with other men's wives and daughters. Otherwise, how could we be called real uncle and nephew?"

"Am I right?"

"We…ll, that is the logic."

The chubby old man's expression eased slightly.

"But, Seventh Uncle,"

"For people like us, there are countless ones who envy and hate us—why then can we still live carefree until now?"

Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun said in a deep voice: "Many people hate us, many hate us to the point of madness, but they have no recourse at all. Instead, they must force a smile and do their utmost to please us."

"Why is that?"

"It is because our swords are sharp enough!"

"But, one day, when our swords are no longer sharp enough?"

"What kind of end will that be?"

Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun said earnestly: "Seventh Uncle, we can indulge in pleasure, can be lewd and decadent, can give ourselves over to carnal delights, but someone must step forward, face hardship and danger head-on, and hold up a sky for our old friends in the Sword Realm, so that everyone can keep on having a good time, carefree and without worry."

"There must be such a person! Such a group of people!"

"Back then it was the Old Ancestor, your father Seventh Uncle, and my grandfather. They blocked blades for each other, fought to the death, and perished together."

"Seventh Uncle, outside there are countless people who want to kill us, who want to wipe out our entire clan, not sparing even the chickens and dogs. We cannot be soft, Seventh Uncle."

"If we do not even dare to fight to the death and still harbor hopes for a fluke, our future demise is certain!"

"There must be someone who fears neither life nor death!"

"Therefore,"

Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun picked up the blue paper with both hands and respectfully presented it before the old man.

"This Heavenly Dao Contract—you should still sign it."