Chapter 133

They genuinely feared that some reckless disciples within the sect might offend a member of the Jiang family and provoke the Cangwu Jiang clan!

At that point, one would be sitting safely within the sect, yet disaster would descend from the heavens.

How could Kunlan Sect, with its meager foundations, possibly stand against such a powerful clan capable of erasing Luofeng Sect with a mere wave of the hand?

As thoughts churned, the Elders silently resolved to repeatedly warn every disciple in the sect, lest a great disaster arise later.

At this moment, seeing the Elders more anxious and urgent than himself, the Kunlan Sect Master let out a quiet sigh of relief.

It seemed these men would surely deliver his orders accurately and swiftly to every disciple.

The Kunlan Sect Master silently sighed, then prepared to dismiss the meeting.

But just then, his gaze flickered—he suddenly remembered something.

He immediately changed his tone and addressed the group: "Since Jiang Jianzong so fiercely protects its kin, why not send some suitable-aged women from our own families to Cangwu Mountain? If they can form happy unions with these Jiang clan members, then when Kunlan Sect later faces calamity, the Cangwu Jiang clan, remembering this kinship, surely won't stand idly by."

"Of course, even if they do stand idly by, it doesn't matter—as long as Kunlan Sect has this marital connection with the Cangwu Jiang clan, it will instill fear in these people and cause them to keep their distance, allowing our sect to rapidly grow and reach a glory never before seen..."

As the Kunlan Sect Master spoke, the Elders' eyes grew brighter.

Indeed, Jiang Daoxuan is so protective of his kin—if we could forge a connection with him, wouldn't we receive some favor?

At that point, we'd truly be pheasants soaring onto the branches to become phoenixes.

The Sect Master is truly the Sect Master—his mind is so agile, he's already shown us a clear path forward!

Dahe Jiangong.

As a powerful force with a Moonwheel-stage sword cultivator as its pillar.

All its disciples focus primarily on sword training, mastering various sword techniques and cultivating the supreme Sword Dao!

At this moment, before a waterfall.

A middle-aged man with white hair and a handsome face sat cross-legged.

Before him, embedded in a massive rock, stood a long, emerald-green sword, radiating intense sharpness from its blade!

This man was the palace master of Dahe Jiangong, Pei Qingfeng, who possessed Moonwheel-stage cultivation base!

Listening to the Elder's report, Pei Qingfeng's expression remained calm, yet deep in his eyes, a hint of curiosity flickered.

He cared nothing for the Cangwu Jiang clan's affairs.

After all, in his eyes, even if they had obliterated Qianshan Sect and Luofeng Sect, it was merely children squabbling.

The only one who truly concerned him was Gu Xingjian.

Recalling the events of the past, Pei Qingfeng's eyes grew distant as he murmured to himself: "Back then, I saw your extraordinary sword talent—if I had personally trained you, you would have mastered the Complete Sword Intent within five years, and achieved the Sword Heart realm within twenty."

"I even once promised you a mid-grade Earth-rank sword technique, in exchange for nothing more than joining Dahe Jiangong and never leaving for the rest of your life."

"You should know how precious a mid-grade Earth-rank sword technique is—this is the very foundation of Dahe Jiangong, never to be lightly passed on. Only if you became a lifelong member of Dahe Jiangong could I feel at ease—but you rejected it all, turned away from the opportunity countless others dream of, and lost your only chance to ever attain Sword Heart."

As Pei Qingfeng spoke, he gazed at the waterfall before him, his eyes suddenly sharpening.

"Each man has his own path—I won't stop you—but you abandoned all this, wasted your extraordinary sword talent, and chose to join a weak family whose strongest member is barely at Nascent Soul stage, becoming their patron?!"

Pei Qingfeng's voice now carried a trace of anger.

As a Sword Heart cultivator, ranked among the Sword Marquises, a figure who dominated the entire Tiandou Prefecture, since gaining fame, almost no one had dared refuse his terms.

But Gu Xingjian not only refused—he turned and joined the pitifully weak Cangwu Jiang clan?

Isn't that plainly saying your Dahe Jiangong is inferior to the Jiang clan I've now joined?!

Pei Qingfeng admitted his heart had grown intensely uneasy.

It was like a woman he had long adored, after rejecting him, turned and entered another man's arms.

Especially since that man was inferior to him in every way!

Pei Qingfeng very much wanted to travel directly to the Cangwu Jiang clan, to see what mysterious quality it possessed that could attract Gu Xingjian, a sword genius, to join.

But remembering his status, and the heavy workload of the upcoming Hundred Sects Competition,

Pei Qingfeng could only suppress his unease and murmured: "Once the Hundred Sects Competition, supervised by the Prefect, concludes, perhaps I should go to Cangwu Mountain and meet this Jiang clan in person."

"Jiang Daoxuan? Let me see if you have the merit to recruit a sword genius who dared refuse even Dahe Jiangong!"

As his words faded, his voice boomed like thunder, and countless sword qi shot out, instantly piercing and severing the waterfall ahead, turning it into a fine rain.

Meanwhile.

Cangwu Mountain, at its foot.

A long caravan of carts, laden with large and small boxes, slowly entered the marketplace.

The leader was a black-haired youth carrying a long sword on his back.

He was Jiang Yan, tasked with relocating the Quantong branch family here.

Beside him, Jiang Han kept his head lowered, quietly observing his surroundings with the corners of his eyes.