Chapter 1353: The Bloodline of the Invincible Sword Cultivator of the Nine Spirit Domain

Golden Sea Region.

Jin Chong Guang Sect.

No, perhaps it should be Jin Chong Guang True Sect.

There is a rumor that when the Xianshan Sect's Tianwen inheritance was about to descend upon the Lei Yan Region, the ten-region True Sect's enshrined envoy, Caisai Mountain True Honored One, in order to quickly settle the chaos in the lower regions belonging to his sect and avoid giving the sect's inheritance a poor impression of "low ability," relaxed the conditions.

Rumor has it that Jin Chong Guang Sect has already successfully obtained the recognition of the Xianshan Sect's enshrined envoy, and will formally receive the "True Sect" investiture in a few days.

In a stretch of sea region resplendent with golden light and brimming with spiritual energy, an immortal mountain island rose and sank hazily within the golden mist, faintly visible.

This was precisely the ancestral court of the famed Jin Chong Guang True Sect of the Golden Sea Region.

At the mountain peak, a youth of ordinary appearance was carefully wiping the flying sword in his hand, bit by bit, then sheathed it and stood up.

A drop of cold, yet searing killing intent spread in all directions, freezing the four wilds.

"Are you going to the Lei Yan Region?"

Xi Ping'an watched the excitement from the side and asked curiously.

"Yes."

The ordinary-looking youth spoke concisely and to the point.

"Then will you challenge the Lei Yang Tian Sword Realm inheritance bearer, Chong Guang Lei Canghai Tianjun?"

"I don't know."

"Don't know?"

"Yes, I don't know."

Chong Chong Guang Zi murmured: "I don't know his strength, I don't know whether I will have the courage to draw my sword when the time comes. He is someone who once single-handedly slaughtered a peak Refinement Void cultivator. I don't know…"

"Damn it, I need more enemies to get close to these Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inheritances!"

"In other words, you currently have no certainty at all."

Xi Ping'an was somewhat curious: "Then why are you going? Aren't you worried about losing control and dying swiftly like a moth to a flame?"

"I'm going to observe the battle."

"The battles of inheritance sword cultivators are very useful to me, no less than a life-and-death struggle."

"Additionally,"

Chong Chong Guang Zi's gaze was scorching and searing: "I'm going to beat Jiang Ding Zi to death!"

"I have a premonition that after several thousand years, Jiang Ding Zi must have already come to the Upper Realm. It's just that this person—no, this midget—is extremely treacherous and cunning, his concealment ability far stronger than ours. Unless he voluntarily reveals himself, it's almost impossible to find where he is."

"This time, the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inheritance sword cultivators' deathmatch—he will definitely appear!"

"I want to find him and beat him to death. I have a premonition that the life-and-death struggle between two generations of Master Shuoyang Sword Sons of the Master Shuoyang Sword Pavilion will very likely give birth to a Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inheritance sword cultivator."

"If I die, then so be it."

"If I win, I will launch a life-and-death blood battle against the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inheritance sword cultivator, proclaiming to all beings of heaven and earth in the Upper Realm the endless brilliance of the Master Shuoyang Sword Dao…"

Chong Chong Guang Zi was utterly fanatical.

"Uh, your real goal is to challenge the Sword Son?"

Xi Ping'an was rendered speechless.

He wasn't very optimistic.

Of course, he wouldn't stop or advise him—that was impossible.

"I wish you success in becoming the Master Shuoyang Sword Son once again."

Xi Ping'an could only say.

There was another person at the side, a middle-aged cultivator with beautiful sideburns, extremely full of the charm of a mature man—it was precisely Shuo Yang True Honored One.

Shuo Yang True Honored One noticed a small detail—Xi Ping'an's form of address.

Xi Ping'an did not directly call out Jiang Ding Zi's name, but addressed him as Sword Son, Master Shuoyang Sword Son.

"Daoist Ping'an, should we take some action?"

Shuo Yang True Honored One's mind turned over countless thoughts as he probed: "We naturally cannot interfere in Daoist Mingguang's sword duel. If he wins, then so be it. But if he fails, we might be able to surround and kill the heavily wounded Jiang Ding Zi, leaving no future trouble."

"You must know, this person bears a deep blood feud with us, an irreconcilable enmity. If we allow him to continue growing, in the future we will undoubtedly die…"

"Shut up."

"You enemy of the Sword Son!"

Xi Ping'an immediately refused, saying righteously: "How could the sect's Sword Son be my mortal enemy? Cease your wild talk!"

"If you keep talking like this, next time I see the Sword Son, I'll report you to him!"

"…"

Shuo Yang True Honored One fell silent.

For a long while.

"So that's how it is,"

"Daoist Ping'an, truly enviable—you have a good father."

Shuo Yang True Honored One sighed.

"This reminds me of my own father. When he was still a tribal herding slave, he would bring back sweet wild fruits for me every day. That taste still makes me nostalgic to this day."

He said nothing more.

Chong Chong Guang Zi paid no heed to their conversation, carefully tidied his robes, the healing medicines and sword-forging materials in his storage bag, adjusted his sword heart, took a single step, and flew toward the Lei Yan Region.

Shuo Yang True Honored One and Xi Ping'an chatted for a while, then each went their own ways—one to cultivate, the other to respond to the prayers of incense believers, sorting out the impurities within the incense fire power and adjusting his own Dao path.

In a palace where incense flourished.

"He's gone."

"Will Chong Chong Guang Zi die?"

Xi Ping'an stood dazed for a long while, cultivated for a long while, then sighed: "The two of us grew up together as brothers, and I'm quite reluctant to part with him. In this Cultivation World, the people I can trust are only him and one other person."

"But alas, this is the fate of a sword cultivator—words of advice simply cannot be spoken."

That other person was naturally the current Master Shuoyang Sword Child.

Why trust him?

His father said

he could be trusted.

When his father said so, Xi Ping'an believed it immediately, without the slightest hesitation.

Hum!

At this moment, the Incense-Fire Void-Refining Fortress trembled slightly and spat out a transmission jade talisman.

"Sword Master's jade talisman?"

Xi Ping'an's expression changed instantly.

This was left to him by his father, who had said at the time that only the Master Shuoyang Sword Master and the Master Shuoyang Sword Child could contact this place.

The jade talisman shimmered hazily, strands of sword Qi interweaving to form a vague human figure—an expressionlessly calm youth in blue robes. His gaze swept the surroundings before finally settling on Xi Ping'an.

"Long time no see."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

"Sword Child!"

"It's been so long! I've missed you to death!"

Xi Ping'an beamed like a flower, bowing and scraping, the very picture of meek compliance.

As the Sword Master's son, he held no particular aloofness or reverence toward the Master Shuoyang Sword Child; their exchanges were usually like those between friends.

"Looks like these past years, you've been doing fairly well."

"If Zou Zou Xiyuan knew, he would be happy."

Jiang Ding felt a touch of nostalgia for a moment, then returned to his purpose: "I'm contacting you today because there's serious business, involving your life. Listen carefully—if handled well, there's no reason you can't keep your little life."

"My little life?"

Xi Ping'an's pupils contracted.

"I'm preparing to go kill the inheritance sword cultivator of the Thunder Yang Heaven Sword Realm, and if possible, the inheritance sword cultivator of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm as well."

"I will surely be victorious."

Jiang Ding said calmly: "And as you know, some cultivators may lack professional ethics in the sword Dao, and may take it out on others. You likely cannot escape the divinations of beings above Dao Merging."

"I'll point out a path that might save your life."

"In the Golden Sea Domain, there's a Soul Transformation-level sect called the Dan King Sect—you know it, right?"

Jiang Ding said slowly: "This is a spy of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, and moreover a disciple of the Pure Yang lineage. Go find him, give him the Soul Transformation chapter of the Master Shuoyang Sword Scripture, then say you wish to meet the strongest of the Pure Yang lineage. He will agree."

Pure Yang lineage.

This was a faction within the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, corresponding to the Pure Yin lineage of sword cultivators. The Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm was a near-immortal-level force with tens of millions of years of inheritance; all sorts of paths existed within it. They did not force sword cultivators to dual-cultivate, though dual-cultivation of the sword Dao was the sect's strongest path.

Such Pure Yang and Pure Yin sword cultivators were not unusual within the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm.

What was unusual?

A Taiyin or Taiyang who killed their other half, slaughtered them, and established a Pure Yang sect.

This was a taboo of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, an inviolable bottom line, absolutely intolerable—certain death without question.

This was a violation of the ancient Taiyin-Taiyang Covenant!

"The Dan King Sect is a spy of the Pure Yang lineage of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm?"

Xi Ping'an's mind was shaken, his mouth dry and tongue parched.

The current Master Shuoyang Sword Child seemed to have visited the Golden Sea Domain at some point?

It was simply like a ghost!

Fortunately, fortunately, I have my old man. Otherwise, given my history of chasing him down to kill him, I'd have died eight hundred times over long ago.

"You may choose to go to the Dan King Sect now."

"Or you may wait until I've slain the inheritance sword cultivator of the Thunder Yang Heaven Sword Realm before going. Up to you—choose for yourself. I hope you can survive, and let the bloodline of an era-defying invincible sword cultivator of the Nine Spirit Domain continue on."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

His figure gradually crumbled, spiritual light dissipating.

Xi Ping'an felt an indescribable mix of emotions.

He looked at the figure that was crumbling. Behind it stood a vast Tushan Xiancheng; to the north of the city, a terrifying mass of black thunderclouds was slowly drawing near, its might oppressing an entire stretch of heaven and earth, the Dao's rules solidifying and freezing.