Chapter 980: The Dao Disciples at the Immortal Sect

“Jiang Dingzi,”

Taiyin Sword Disciple Yu Qianzi called out to Jiang Ding and asked, “Can I live in the Great Sun Heavenly Pool?”

“Remember, the Great Sun Heavenly Pool was built with our Moon Line’s involvement—the pool’s spirit is named Yue.”

She said resentfully.

The Great Sun Heavenly Pool was undoubtedly the most suitable place in this realm for sword cultivators to train and reside, especially along the Moon Stream River, perfect for someone like her, a Moon Line sword cultivator.

The surrounding Dao Disciples immediately turned to look.

“Yu Shimei truly lives up to being a sword cultivator.”

Antu Zi sighed.

How fearless—daring to live with the Great Sun Sword Disciple.

Forget about the bigger picture, forget about agreements.

The Great Sun Sword Disciple often couldn’t control his bloodthirsty instincts; no bigger picture, no grand trend, no reason mattered when driven by that mad impulse.

He was like a volcano ready to explode—chaotic, out of control.

The Great Sun Sword Pavilion’s legacy was this vile.

“Still, perhaps this is a good thing.”

Many Dao Disciples stirred inwardly.

If only the Great Sun Sword Disciple lost control sooner.

The sect’s elders, seeing this outcome, might change some plans—even sending just the nine of us out separately would be better.

That sword madman might be powerful in battle, but what use is he in a covert operation in a foreign realm?

He’ll only ruin everything!

“You want to live in the Great Sun Heavenly Pool?”

Jiang Ding turned back, his brows slightly furrowed.

The Great Sun Heavenly Pool was his home.

He strongly disliked outsiders staying in his own home.

Yet the current situation demanded unity between the Immortal Sect and the Eight Immortal Clans.

If it involved fundamental interests, then by all means, turn hostile, fight—this wasn’t just appropriate, it was necessary; no one deserved coddling.

But for such minor matters, some consideration was still needed.

After all, if the Immortal Sect and the Immortal Clans turned against each other now, it would harm both sides and strike a blow to human civilization—something the Jiao Demon Imperial Clan would laugh heartily over.

“Fine.”

Jiang Ding turned and flew upward into the upper atmosphere, returning to the Tian Gang Orbit.

It was impolite.

A stark contrast to his earlier warmth.

“Thank you for your hospitality.”

Yu Qianzi smiled faintly, yet felt no disrespect from him.

Within the sect, among Moon Line sword cultivators, this was common—many sword cultivators were cold, aloof, unapproachable, not particularly warm.

Sword cultivators often displayed their emotions openly, valuing a clear sword heart, unlike law cultivators with their deep, hidden emotions and controlled expressions, carefully managing every social nuance.

Two sword lights, one ahead, one behind—one as cold as the moon, one as brilliant as the sun—soon vanished from sight.

The surrounding Dao Disciples blinked in surprise.

“Those two, seen from afar, look like a divine couple—paths aligned, complementary.”

Ji Liuyue sighed: “In ancient times, during the era of the Sun-Moon Sword Pavilion, the Great Sun Sword Disciple and Taiyin Sword Disciple were bound together, their combined sword arts often making them the strongest among Dao Disciples.”

“When ascending to Void Refinement, due to insufficient resources in this realm, one would often sacrifice themselves to elevate the other—without regret.”

“What a tragic, beautiful love…”

She wore a look of sorrow, deeply yearning for such unwavering love.

“That’s incorrect.”

“Could it really be that beautiful?”

As they walked and chatted, Xuanwu Daozi sneered: “Both are realm prodigies, born with Dao Bodies—no matter how tragic or enduring the love, who would willingly sacrifice themselves for another?”

“Later, the Great Sun Sword Master of that generation broke his promise to the previous Taiyin Sword Master, slaughtering the Moon Line, establishing Great Sun dominance—clearly born of resentment against that very pact.”

Later, that generation of Great Sun Sword Master broke the pact with the previous Great Yin Sword Master, slaughtering the Moon Lineage and establishing Great Sun supremacy; this was surely born of resentment, even hatred, toward that pact.

“Xuanwu Shixiong, you’re such a buzzkill.”

Ji Liuyue frowned: “I’ve studied the Sun-Moon Sword Pavilion—the Great Sun Sword Disciple and Taiyin Sword Disciple naturally attracted each other, inevitably falling in love.”

“Just as, no matter how the seas change, yin and yang must eventually meet—they were destined to become lovers.”

Just as, no matter what, the sea becomes mulberry fields and yin and yang must ultimately converge, they are destined to become lovers.

“Especially dying for a lover.”

She habitually referred to herself as “Shimei.”

Whether facing any Immortal Clan Dao Disciple, this stemmed from her role as Qingmu Daozi—accustomed to being protected by others, providing healing, support, and defense.

Whether facing any Immortal Sect Dao Son, this is tied to Green Wood Dao Son’s habit of being protected by other Dao Sons, providing them healing, support, and defense.

Xuanwu Daozi disagreed: “It’s normal for one or two pairs of Great Sun and Taiyin Sword Disciples to have such love in each generation—it’s impossible for all.”

“Those tragic love stories between Sun-Moon Sword Disciples? Just tales fabricated and spread by sentimental female cultivators.”

“The Sun-Moon Sword Pavilion’s path already had grave flaws; its decline to the bottom of the Nine Immortal Clans in its final days proves it.”

“Sun-Moon Sword Pavilion—Sun and Moon,”

“Due to this realm’s lack of resources, only the solitary Great Sun and solitary Taiyin remained—their path developed a fatal flaw.”

“In fact, I’ve seen records left by our ancestral master, who wrote with both excitement and dread: ‘The Nine Immortal Clans may become the Eight Immortal Clans.’”

“Who knew—today, his words came true.”

Xuanwu Daozi sighed.

The Nine Immortal Clans had indeed become the Eight Immortal Clans—but now the Eastern Ji Demon Gate had risen. Such is the capriciousness of fate.

“So, will this generation’s Great Sun Sword Disciple and Taiyin Sword Disciple become Dao Partners?”

“Then, will this generation’s Great Sun Dao Son and Great Yin Dao Son become Dao Partners?”

He had no interest in past history—he cared only for the present.

“Impossible.”

“The Great Sun Sword Pavilion’s Dao Disciples never become Dao Partners with anyone.”

Ji Liuyue declared firmly: “That kind of extreme madman could never have a Dao Partner—who would dare be his partner? Afraid he’ll suddenly go mad, draw his sword, and obliterate the mortal world to hone his sword heart?”

“This is the conclusion reached after much discussion among my sisters.”

“This is the result of many sisters and I discussing it together.”

The tragic love between the Great Sun and Taiyin Sword Disciples of the Sun-Moon Sword Pavilion was sung by countless female cultivators across the Immortal Clans—it was a hot topic in the realm, akin to idol worship.

Thus, female cultivators of the Immortal Clans deeply despised the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, viewing them as traitors who betrayed their pact and burned down an unyielding love.

Thus, the female cultivators of the Realm Immortal Sect detest the Great Sun Sword Pavilion’s Dao Sons with utter loathing, seeing them as traitors who broke the pact and personally burned down a love sworn to death.

Antu Zi lamented.

The seven Dao Disciples strolled slowly through Qingfeng University, appearing casual and approachable—but not a single person, from mortals to Nascent Soul cultivators, could see them, clearly deemed unworthy to behold their visages.

The Eastern Ji Demon Gate’s internal “equality”—where a mortal dares to call a Nascent Soul cultivator by name—was seen as rude, repulsive, and disliked by them.

In the Immortal Clans, such a mortal or low-level cultivator would already be dead.

Ten thousand people do this—ten thousand must die.

The Son of Heaven’s wrath brings a million corpses, rivers of blood floating shields—this was no exaggeration to the Immortal Clan Dao Disciples; it was their daily reality.

The seven Dao Disciples walked through Qingfeng University, their figures dreamlike and illusory, as if traversing another celestial realm, separated from the teachers and students around them—not beings of the same world.

The seven Dao disciples walked through Qingfeng University, their figures dreamlike and ethereal, as if traversing another immortal realm, separated from the surrounding faculty and students, beings of a different world.