Chapter 71: Has the Master Returned?

"Team Leader Xia, this is the summary of the data that has been transmitted."

A female clerk holding a stack of freshly printed data handed it to the square-faced man at the desk.

"Mm."

The square-faced man was named Xia Junji.

Because of the Heize incident, the higher-ups had transferred talent from various fields to establish a new special department.

This special department was primarily responsible for the data collection and investigation of special incidents.

Xia Junji was the person in charge of this department.

Just a moment ago, it was he who had conducted negotiations with Xu Yijun.

Thinking of the orders from above, he felt very irritable.

On one hand, the higher-ups did not want to attract the attention of other countries, so their activities had to be carried out covertly.

Since it was to be covert, they should have exercised control over Xu Yijun and the original live-stream video clips.

Instead, they ended up with some nonsense collaboration to promote a new movie.

Although Xia Junji was annoyed, he did not complain about anything.

Even if the upper echelons were devoted to the country, it was inevitable that power struggles would occur.

He did not want to think about the considerations from above; he only wanted to get the job done well.

"Zhang Shaoqin, male, first appeared, suspected to be at Taiqing Mountain in Bei Xiang Shi.

Behavior is strange; he once claimed to be a page boy of an Immortal from Taiqing Mountain, a person from the end of the Great Cang period."

Xia Junji looked at it closely, pondering something.

"Immortal legends?"

Xia Junji read through the Immortal legends of Taiqing Mountain and marked Zhang Shaoqin's route of movement.

"Team Leader, should we make contact with that Zhang Shaoqin?" a male member nearby asked.

"Not for now. Observe first. You send some men to follow him from a distance; do not alert him."

Regarding Zhang Shaoqin, Xia Junji still felt wary in his heart.

After all, if everything was true, that person should belong to the Supernatural.

"Understood."

"That Flying Sword, has its trail been captured?" Xia Junji asked.

A grave expression appeared on the male member's face: "No, this Flying Sword is comparable to, no, it exceeds the latest stealth fighter jets; our radar cannot capture its trail at all."

"That shouldn't be," Xia Junji muttered.

There were many Mythical stories from the Great Cang period, but in those Mythical stories, the performance of those powerhouses was not very strong.

It was not even as good as Heize in the Dahuang Mountain Range.

However, the Flying Sword that appeared earlier had exceeded their expectations.

Xia Junji put down the data and murmured: "The Cang has perished, the Huang shall stand... Could it be that this world is truly not that simple?

But if the Supernatural exists, where are those people now?"

Xia Junji held a high position and certainly obtained more information than others.

Yet, previously, he had never heard any information about any Supernatural individuals.

Even if there were, most were rumors, and the information was vague.

It was nothing like now, where even a real person was present.

"I sense that the Flying Sword is right ahead."

Zhang Shaoqin's expression was grave, carrying a trace of reverence.

"Ahead?"

Ahead was a barren mountain; there were only some shrubs on the mountain, and few people came here.

Liu Yao, the Three Extremes Sect Master, and Xiaorou followed Zhang Shaoqin as he kept searching for traces of the Dao Sword.

"On this mountain, Strange Breath is rampant.

The Dao Sword must be suppressing a Ghost."

Zhang Shaoqin spoke, and the three of them headed up the mountain.

About a quarter of an hour later, Zhang Shaoqin stopped in his tracks.

In front of him, a bladeless Dao Sword stood suspended in the air.

Above the Dao Sword, golden light flickered, emitting endless pressure.

Beneath the Dao Sword, one could see a turbid, white mist.

Within the white mist, some secret seemed to be hidden, making one sink into it upon a single glance.

"That is the aura of a Ghost!" Zhang Shaoqin's eyes narrowed.

He had followed the Master, traveling across the rivers and mountains, just to exterminate Ghosts.

He was most familiar with Ghosts.

In the past, don't look at how the Master suppressed Ghosts, slaying them with just a single sword, appearing exceptionally relaxed.

But that was the Master!

Apart from the Master, in this world, no one else could do anything about Ghosts.

"Ghosts are extremely eerie, and it seems to involve the realm of Rules.

Apart from the Master, no one can destroy a Ghost at all.

Even my father... the Beihan Hall Master, could not do it either."

Because their source of power is Strange Breath, they are fundamentally unable to eliminate Strange Breath.

The Master is different; he walked a Great Dao of his own."

That Great Dao is the Extreme Spirit Martial Dao.

That is the Master's Great Dao.

Ahead, the Gold light on the Dao Sword is struggling against the Strange Breath, flashing with all sorts of strange radiance.

Xiaorou and the Sanji Sect Master watch the scene before them, completely unable to comprehend it, their hearts also extremely shocked.

The records in the Ancestral Book regarding the Three Extremes Spirit Fist are still understandable, but this scene before them exceeds their cognition.

"Merely a masterless sword is already this powerful.

Just what kind of peerless grace did Senior Lin Ping possess back then?"

"Cang Jun, who bore the Mandate of Heaven, was Slayed by the Master.

In the world at that time, the Master was enough to suppress a nation single-handedly."

Zhang Shaoqin's face is filled with a fanatical expression.

However, when he sees the Dao Sword ahead, the expression on his face becomes grave.

"The current Dao Sword is not being wielded by its master, so its power is greatly reduced.

With Strange Breath flooding the world, relying solely on the Dao Sword, I fear..."

At this moment, the notches on the Dao Sword have increased a little more.

During these days, the Dao Sword has been continuously erasing the aura of the Strange Breath.

This is not the first place the Dao Sword has suppressed.

The Dao Sword has already suppressed more than a dozen instances of Strange Breath; at this moment, the Dao Sword is covered in scars and its power is sharply diminished.

It is just that at this location, Zhang Shaoqin and the others arrived and witnessed it.

"Then what should we do?" Xiaorou asks worriedly.

She naturally knows that if the Strange Breath floods to a certain degree,

then the Bronze King will descend into the world.

At that time, their world will be in danger.

When the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up, but at this moment, it seems even the tall people are unable to hold it up.

They can see that the Gold light on the Dao Sword has already become dim.

The notches and cracks on it are growing larger and larger.

It is as if it could collapse at any moment.

A worried expression appears on Zhang Shaoqin's face.

"If the Master were here, how could he allow this Strange Breath to be so rampant!"

He feels some anger at his own weakness.

If he were as strong as the Master, even if he only had one-tenth of the Master's strength,

the Strange Breath before him would be wiped out with a wave of his hand.

But he does not.

"What do we do now? Is there anything we can help with?" Xiaorou asks from the side.

"Now... only by letting my blood feed the Dao Sword can its power be increased," Zhang Shaoqin says with a sense of duty.

The blood in his body is the blood of a Spirit Martial Artist.

This Martial Arts was created by the Master.

The blood of a Spirit Martial Artist can resist Strange Breath.

By feeding the Dao Sword with his blood, he can increase the power of the Dao Sword.

Once, the Master traveled across mountains and rivers to cut off the Strange Breath.

The Strange Breath discovered on Taiqing Mountain was more than a hundred times stronger than the mass before them.

Even for the Master, it was extremely troublesome to deal with.

In the end, the Master fed the sword with his blood to eliminate the Strange Breath.

At this moment, Zhang Shaoqin is imitating Lin Ping.

Suddenly, a crack appears in Zhang Shaoqin's palm.

A large amount of fresh blood gushes out.

Zhang Shaoqin's expression does not change.

The fresh blood merges into the Dao Sword.

On the Dao Sword, the light immediately becomes strong once again.

The Strange Breath below suddenly becomes withered.

Zhang Shaoqin's face is pale, but he reveals a smile: "It is done."

Feeding the Dao Sword with his blood can also increase the power of the Dao Sword and cut off the Strange Breath.

In less than an hour or two, the Strange Breath before them will be truly exterminated.

However, his happiness does not last long.

"Look quickly, what is that?" Xiaorou points to the horizon, a look of shock appearing on her face.

They see a large mass of gelatinous white fog flying over from the distance.

That large mass of white fog is even more than the Strange Breath the Dao Sword is suppressing.

"This is Strange Breath?" Zhang Shaoqin is shocked, "The Strange Breath is going to converge!"

Once the Strange Breath converges, its power will increase!

No sooner had he finished speaking than the two great masses of Strange Breath merged together.

The aura of the Strange Breath surged violently, and the light upon the Dao Sword grew feeble once again.

"What should I do?"

"Is there any method?"

Zhang Shaoqin watched the scene before him, his heart gradually calming down.

He recalled a question his master had once asked him.

"Shaoqin, if sacrificing one person could save ten or a hundred, could that one person be sacrificed?"

Zhang Shaoqin had answered very firmly at the time: "No."

He knew that was also the philosophy his master had always followed.

Then the master asked again: "What if that person to be sacrificed is yourself?"

Zhang Shaoqin had not hesitated at all: "Yes."

At the time, a helpless expression had appeared on the master's face: "Shaoqin, you are still too foolish."

The master had once said that everyone is their own master.

No one can take the place of another to stand on high ground and make decisions of righteous indignation.

At this moment, sacrificing one person could save all the people under heaven.

Since that person was himself, Zhang Shaoqin did not hesitate at all.

"I shall sacrifice my blood to the Dao Sword; perhaps I can suppress the Strange Breath here.

It is a pity..."

Once the Strange Breath here is suppressed, what is to be done about what follows?

Zhang Shaoqin did not think too much.

Just as he was preparing to offer his body to the sword.

Suddenly, from above the horizon, the ringing of the Dao Sword came.

This sword ringing was different from before!

The previous sword ringing was an Ordinary sword ringing, devoid of any emotional color.

At this moment, the sound of the sword ringing was deafening, seemingly carrying a joyful tone.

It was as if the Dao Sword had sensed something, as if it had discovered something.

Following the sword ringing, the Gold light upon the Dao Sword grew even more intense, and its aura grew thicker.

Zhang Shaoqin suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked all around.

The Dao Sword was not only joyful, but the aura upon its body was also surging.

For this situation to occur, there was only one possibility.

That is... the master has come!

The master who is Shattering the Void has returned!

"Master... is it you?"

"Master, see Shaoqin!"

"Master, look at Shaoqin!"

"Shaoqin still wants to be by your side!"

However, no figure appeared at all.

Zhang Shaoqin's face was covered in tear stains.

And at this moment, the scars on the Dao Sword had already been mostly repaired.

The powerful Strange Breath was also severed.

The Dao Sword rang out long and clear, transforming into a long rainbow as it soared into the sky.

Zhang Shaoqin watched the direction in which the Dao Sword departed, his face covered in tears; disregarding his image, he chased after it: "Master, see me!"

The master... must still be here, watching him all along!

It is just, why is he unwilling to see him!

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