Chapter 569: You Have Shamed the Name of the Sword Son

In the void,

a boom of space shattering and trembling echoed.

This fragment of the Nine Heavens, captured and refined by the ancestors of the Fallen Luo Xu Zong countless ages ago, was moving away from the Northern Plains toward a distant place.

It would appear again only after waiting for hundreds or even thousands of years, a cycle like a comet.

Unless someone mastered the inherited secret techniques of the ancient Fallen Luo Xu Zong and succeeded as the sect master, only then could they control this Secret Realm.

At this moment, it was unstoppable; waves of spatial repulsion force surged from within the Nine Heavens fragment, intending to displace everyone outside the core disciples of the Fallen Luo Xu Zong. Those below the Nascent Soul realm could not resist.

"My Spirit Medicine Garden, we will meet again..."

Jiang Ding took one last look at this fragment of the Nine Heavens, his figure hazy, and transmitted himself outward.

Outside the Nine Heavens fragment of the Fallen Luo Xu Zong,

in an unknown expanse of void, fierce winds howled, stripping skin and shaving bone; even a Jin Dan cultivator could not remain long.

Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun's heart gave a sudden thud.

Two cultivators with flowing wide sleeves and leisurely expressions were playing a game of Go.

After a moment, Tian Hua Master Dinghai Zhenjun shook his head imperceptibly.

The three perhaps knew each other well; it was simply a game of Go with no desire to talk, and they played on for nearly a year.

This person was none other than the ruler of the Black Snow Great Grassland, Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun.

Now it seemed, however, that was not the case.

A middle-aged cultivator with an eagle-beaked nose and a sinister appearance watched the game intently from the side, frowning occasionally, clearly finding the game not developing as he had expected.

The black dragon let out a whimper, collapsed and scattered, revealing a vast expanse of white ground on the chessboard.

Suddenly, the distant space grew hazy.

Tian Hua Master Dinghai Zhenjun, extraordinarily handsome and neither male nor female, also remained silent for a long time before speaking.

The cultivator with a square face clapped his hands and laughed lightly, pointing a finger; sword qi arose from the void, condensing into a white stone that crashed into the black dragon's solemn, imposing back where the six heavens and earth overlapped, slicing it at one point and breaking into its midst.

"Tian Hua has lost..."

These two, one from the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong and the other from the Liu Dao Sect, were both Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivators of great repute, who had clashed many times on the battlefield with neither gaining the upper hand.

Clearly, they had no confidence in killing him; even if they gathered more Nascent Soul cultivators, they could not guarantee the news would not leak out, which would trigger a new round of war in the Northern Plains.

"I have gained something occasionally, I have gained something occasionally!"

Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun laughed heartily, his voice shaking dozens of li, concealing nothing of his arrogance and triumph; a typical sword cultivator who subdues others with dominance, upright and righteous.

"Haha!"

Tian Hua Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun exchanged a glance.

"It is about to end."

The two playing Go, one with a square face and every movement hiding sharpness, the other extraordinarily handsome, more so than the Liu Dao Sect's Holy Son, with flawless features and skin, indistinguishable as male or female, shared a common trait resembling the statues within the Fallen Luo Xu Zong.

"Xu Fang, has your 'Heavenly Void Light Yang Canon' broken through?"

"Two Daoist friends, how many years does it take for the Fallen Luo Xu Zong's mountain gate to appear?"

Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun asked casually.

"Eight hundred years, perhaps."

Tian Hua Master Dinghai Zhenjun said gently, "Daoist friend, rest easy. As long as your sect's Sword Son does not go to the Ancestral Master Hall, nothing major should happen, and he will surely gain some opportunity, greatly benefiting his path to the Dao."

Clearly, for ten thousand years, the Liu Dao Sect had not been without designs on the Fallen Luo Xu Zong, the ancestral home of their forebears; they had explored it many times and knew much about it, so there were no mysteries.

The reason he spoke casually was that in recent years, many collateral branches of families had defected, which was already widely known.

"However, there are quite a few lowly scattered cultivators within, always chaotic and rude, disregarding laws and discipline, and some have wandered over from the territory of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong."

"These bandits have completely destroyed the majesty of our great sect."

Tian Hua Master Dinghai Zhenjun tested the waters, "How about our two sects join hands to cleanse a few of them?"

"Well said, well said."

Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun smiled and said, "If your alliance can kill Yin Jiu Master Dinghai Zhenjun, who defected to the Liu Dao Sect, and cease instigating and recruiting cultivators from our sect's families, then naturally there is no objection."

"Brother Daoist jokes; how could a mere Jin Dan junior compare to a Nascent Soul?"

Tian Hua Master Dinghai Zhenjun shook his head and said no more.

The three ceased talking, gazing at the turbulent void clouds, standing still regardless of how the void rose and fell.

After a few breaths, the turbulence in the void reached its peak; beams of light shot in all directions accompanied by spatial fluctuations, and the auras of Jin Dan cultivators appeared and disappeared.

"Rebellious traitors."

Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun showed disgust; his left hand turned ethereal, becoming a black wing hanging from the sky that crashed down with a boom upon the void, causing ripples to rise in layers, spreading to seal off all directions.

"Nascent Soul Ancestor!"

More than ten Jin Dan cultivators screamed in terror, instantly burning their essence blood and driving their Ben Ming Fa treasures to flee madly toward the distance.

Boom!

The black wing hanging from the sky descended; cracks appeared in a patch of void, and the more than ten Jin Dan cultivators within were blasted out of the spatial protection of the Fallen Void Token, silent, turning into a mass of blood foam.

"Die!"

Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun spread the black wing hanging from the sky again, slamming it down again and again, churning the surrounding void into chaos; Jin Dan cultivators died continuously, with no power to fight back.

At the same time, it could be seen that the spatial protection of the Fallen Void Token was real and effective; while some Jin Dan cultivators died, the majority flew swiftly through the sky, fleeing toward the distance and quickly moving far away from here.

Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong paid no heed to the deaths of these Jin Dan cultivators; besides watching Tian Hua Master Dinghai Zhenjun, he carefully searched for his own Sword Son.

After a breath,

a youth with a lion nose, wide mouth, prominent horns, and a head full of flames revealed his figure; his face was like gold paper, and his aura was feeble.

Behind him, the Liu Dao Holy Son was even worse, having fallen to the late-stage Jin Dan realm, his breath as faint as a thread, seeming on the verge of death.

"Dayan Jianzi, you dare defy the sect's prohibition and provoke a conflict on your own?"

Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun was startled, seething with fury, about to rebuke harshly.

"Mm?"

"Not dead?"

Seeing that the Liu Dao Holy Son still had one breath left, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"He actually didn't die!!"

"Didn't die!!!"

Immediately after, Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun grew even angrier, his composure shattering completely, his mindset collapsing, and he cursed out loud: "Disgraceful, absolutely disgraceful — inside a sealed space, you couldn't even put down a single cultivator of the same rank, and you ended up heavily wounded yourself!"

"Disgraceful, utterly disgraceful!"

"Back in our day, our Dayan Jianzi at the same rank was no match for the enemy at all — they weren't even qualified, could only look up at us. How did it turn into this sorry state in your generation?!"

"What, in a few more generations, you won't even be able to beat someone like the Liu Dao Sect's Holy Son?"

"Sigh, fortunately you're called Lieyang, and not… what a disgrace. If you really were called that, you might as well just slit your own throat — it's a complete shame, a complete shame! A betrayal of the Patriarch!"

"Shishu, I…"

Lieyang Dayan Jianzi opened his mouth, his face flushed crimson.

Every word Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun spoke, he lowered his head a little more, lower and lower, until at last his head was almost buried between his legs like an ostrich, not daring to utter a single word of rebuttal.

(End of Chapter)