Chapter 675: The Master of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong Appears

"This Sword Intent Fruit belongs to me!"

"Master, you've made me your scapegoat—let this be your compensation!"

The True Person of Blood Bone's eyes were filled with scorching, blazing flames.

He forced himself to remain calm, concealing any anomaly, his hands trembling slightly as he plucked the Blood Sun Sword Fruit from the ashes and slipped it into his storage pouch.

Immediately, his expression returned to normal; he wasted no time cleaning up and flew toward the distant grasslands.

Within mere moments, the True Person of Blood Bone arrived beside an unremarkable grassland stream, lifted a stone slab covered in dead grass, and revealed a quiet chamber beneath.

He stepped inside,

and before him appeared a teleportation array.

Clearly, no cultivator was a fool—everyone had prepared in advance.

"Master, when I achieve True Jun status, we shall meet again."

The True Person of Blood Bone made his decision and vanished within the white light of the teleportation array.

……

At the same moment,

in the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong, amid rolling smoke from a million corpses.

The True Jun of Burning Bone suddenly opened his eyes.

"Gone?"

"Dead—or what?"

The True Jun of Burning Bone gazed into his mind sea.

There, the blood-bone sword-shaped seal had dimmed considerably, meaning its bearer was now at least one hundred thousand li away.

A flicker of unease arose in the True Jun of Burning Bone's heart.

This was no ordinary disciple.

He was tied to vast quantities of Sword Sprouts, immense wealth, and the excavation of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong's very foundation.

Though many Nascent Soul True Jun shared in the benefits, if this were ever exposed, no one would speak up for him.

Though Sword Yang True Jun is unlikely to kill a fellow sect Nascent Soul True Jun, others won't stand idly by.

But there remains a slight possibility.

Once the deed is done, strike first—kill him, then present overwhelming evidence. Even if the sect's Nascent Souls remain displeased, they'll never dream of avenging him.

At most, they'll merely create trouble for Sword Yang True Jun and express their discontent.

"Sword Yang hasn't emerged from seclusion yet."

"It won't come to that."

After long deliberation, the True Jun of Burning Bone shook his head, muttered incantations, and formed a hand seal—suddenly, scenes appeared before him.

The battle between True Person of Fu Feng and the sect's inner sect elders, the tense standoff at the underground auction with Fu Feng, the transactions, and the inspections of Sword Sprouts across the lands…

Clearly, these were the True Person of Blood Bone's recent experiences.

The True Jun of Burning Bone scrutinized every detail, his spiritual sense rapidly scanning the scenes until the vision reached the desolate grassland, where a gray-robed young man meditated within a Rank-3 Superior Concealment Array.

His expression froze.

"This…"

"Blood Sun!"

The True Jun of Burning Bone leapt to his feet, overwhelmed with joy: "Blood Sun! This is Blood Sun Sword Intent!"

"Within the sect, Yang reigns supreme."

"Fiery Sun, Sword Yang—only those at the peak of their realm, with profound potential, tower above all others."

"Compared to such Sword Intent, what is Blood Bone Sword Intent? What is Burning Bone Sword Intent? What is Phantom Flame Sword Intent? All garbage! Beneath Yang Sword Intent, they're not even fit to carry shoes!"

"Hahaha…"

"Ha… ha…"

The True Jun of Burning Bone burst into uncontrollable laughter, dancing and waving his arms: "Blood Bone, you are truly my good disciple!"

"Had you truly ascended to Nascent Soul, I might have been forced to grit my teeth and accept it—even if I destroyed your body, I couldn't stop your Nascent Soul from fleeing."

"Not to mention the status Yang Sword Intent holds in the sect—I might not even dare pursue you anymore, and all past deeds would be erased."

"Sword cultivators recognize only victory and outcome—they never ask how it was achieved."

"You are truly a good disciple, Blood Bone!"

The True Jun of Burning Bone laughed wildly, with no resentment, no surprise.

Had he been the disciple, he would have seized this Blood Sun Sword Intent without hesitation—not even a breath's pause.

Master-disciple affection?

It's garbage!

Boom!

A terrifying black-gray aura of flight, brimming with murderous intent, shattered space and vanished.

……

The speed of a Nascent Soul True Jun tearing through space was immense; after some time, accompanied by the sound of rending space, a withered, gaunt old man appeared upon this desolate grassland.

The gang wind from the ruptured space tore apart the surrounding grasslands; the Rank-3 Superior Concealment Array trembled, on the verge of collapse.

The old man's gray-white hair fluttered at his cheeks, his cold, piercing gaze sweeping the surroundings.

"Excellent—indeed, the lingering scent of Blood Sun Sword Intent. No one could fake this."

The True Jun of Burning Bone smiled in satisfaction: "All the risks I took over a century, the painstaking cultivation—it was all worth this great fortune."

"If the Immortal Dao favors me, perhaps in thousands of years to come, someone will still behold my face."

His hand opened, and streams of sword qi coated in gray fire erupted, violently destroying the top-grade third-tier concealment array here and all lingering traces of aura.

"Young people are so rash, acting with foresight but no hindsight."

"Fortunately, I, this old man, am here to fill in the gaps."

Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun said with a smile.

He tore through space once more and vanished. Without much effort, he found the teleportation array set up by True Person Xu many years ago. Using the Nascent Soul cultivator's ability to control space, he quickly surveyed it, then his body broke through the spatial barrier.

Meanwhile, on a certain grassland,

a youth in green robes appeared here at some unknown time, looking toward the direction of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong.

"There are twenty-seven Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun."

"One at the peak, three in the late stage, ten in the mid stage, and thirteen in the early stage."

"The one at the peak is in an unusual state; his soul is somewhat weak. He guards the center of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong. The three in the late stage are also meditating quietly within the sect. Three of the mid-stage cultivators are in the Great Sun Sword City, practicing Gong Fa such as the 'Yang-Within-Spirit-Annihilation Sword Canon' and the 'Ten Thousand Swords Slaughter Canon'... their sword intents are Morning Sun Sword Intent and Spirit-Burning Sword Intent..."

"So detailed..."

Jiang Ding was left utterly stunned.

This was his first time appearing in the heartland of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong's grasslands, his first visit here.

Then, a vast amount of information automatically flooded his mind, covering the cultivation level, sword intent, current state, practiced Gong Fa, and name of the innate flying sword for every Nascent Soul cultivator, and so on, all as clear as the palm lines on his hand.

As for Jin Dan cultivators, it went without saying; they were not qualified to appear actively in his sea of consciousness and could only be seen by checking the subordinate list, and the information was even more detailed.

As for soul prohibitions, hidden loopholes in Gong Fa, and the like, there were none.

Buzz!

The Taiqing Flying Sword emitted a dissatisfied sword cry.

"Fine, fine, fine."

"You're so strong; what need do you have for hidden loopholes? That would be a bit embarrassing, wouldn't it?"

Jiang Ding understood her meaning and couldn't help but laugh bitterly: "But our cultivation is still low. You should be careful. If you get too arrogant, someone will kill you. We must be cautious and prudent."

"Prudence is the true essence of the Sword Dao."

"What? It's not the same?"

"They are the ones who are wrong. They have violated the teachings of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's founder. We need to correct the errors and return to the source."

The Taiqing Flying Sword stopped vibrating.

Jiang Ding nodded in satisfaction, concealed his form, tore through space, and left this place.

He felt very relaxed now.

The intelligence was unexpected; his options suddenly became much broader. It didn't have to be Ran Gu Master Dinghai Zhenjun; catching any Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong who deserved punishment would suffice. Preferably random, without all those twists and turns.

(End of this chapter)