Chapter 500: Black-White Venerable, Escape from the Heavenly Demon Cult!

Wang Tong rarely left the Heavenly Demon Cult's ancestral stronghold.

If you miss this chance, who knows how long you'll have to wait for the next?

Not to mention, if the Cangwu Jiang family truly descends from the Ninth Young Master.

Once Wang Tong seizes the Heavenly Demon Token and unites both sects' forces,

the cult will only grow even more impregnable.

At that point, for you to flee with your child would be nothing short of a fantasy!

Yet, how exactly to escape became a new problem.

After all, the Heavenly Demon Cult is no longer what it once was.

All disciples have forgotten the Jiang family's renown and obey only the Great Protector Wang Tong!

They strictly follow the Great Protector's orders, closely guarding all Jiang family members and forbidding any one of them to leave this place!

Those guarding the exit passages are all experts of the Purple Mansion realm.

Her own cultivation base is merely at the Blood Condensation realm—how can she break through this encirclement?

It would only mean seeking death herself…

Thinking of this, Qin Xue's face filled with resentment.

She had barely glimpsed hope—how could she bear to watch it fade away before her eyes?

"Are we truly doomed to this fate?"

Just as Qin Xue's face darkened with despair,

a low voice suddenly echoed from all directions: "Heh, woman, it seems you need my help…"

The moment the words ended,

Qin Xue trembled violently, her face pale with shock.

"Who's speaking?"

She whispered, afraid others might hear.

Yet seeing her terror, the voice's owner sneered:

"Look at you, such a coward. Don't worry—no one else can hear me. I truly don't understand how a mediocre woman like you could give birth to such a sword prodigy…"

These words instantly calmed Qin Xue.

The speaker showed no hostility—and clearly knew about her son.

Her eyes filled with deep confusion as she asked, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?"

"Hahahaha! Listen well—I am the true spirit fused into the Heavenly Demon Sword by the Cult's Founding Master!"

"For thousands of years, I've followed the Founding Master and successive Cult Lords, slaying countless True Lords, drinking more blood of the mighty than you've eaten rice in your entire life!"

"But that fool Ming Sheng fell into an ambush and perished, causing me to fall into slumber."

"Now, the Heavenly Demon Sword has chosen your son as its master—and awakened me from endless sleep!"

"As for my title?"

"Heh, you may call me: Black-White Venerable!"