Chapter 637: Ambition Soaring to the Heavens

Yue Wushuang emerged from seclusion much earlier than anyone had imagined; originally everyone thought he would not show his face for at least a year and a half.

And even then, it would be the kind where he just shows his face and then withdraws.

Even so, at this very moment, his condition as he stood there was not too good.

But some people — never mind that he can stand, walk, and speak — as long as he is alive, even if he can only stay conscious for a short while each day, it is a tremendous deterrent.

As long as he is here, the Soaring Heaven Sword Gate stands.

This is Yue Wushuang!

He raised his hand in a slight gesture, and the main hall, together with the Soaring Heaven Sword Gate sword cultivators clustered outside, all fell quiet at once.

Yue Wushuang's gaze swept across the assembly; everyone present felt a not-insignificant pressure.

It seems this peak Void Refining expert has indeed recovered quite a bit, rather than forcing himself to prop up a tottering, heavily injured body here.

The kind that would vomit blood at any moment.

His gaze lingered on Tang Luo a moment longer, then Yue Wushuang said, "All of you come out; there is nothing that cannot be spoken of — now is not the time for concealment."

The Soaring Heaven Sword Gate's Spirit Transformation sword cultivators filed out in a single stream.

They did not even spare a glance toward Tang Luo.

The status of a tool-man — plain to see.

Tang Luo walked at the very end, looking as if he had no dissatisfaction at all.

The sword cultivators of the other sects exchanged a glance, then followed and walked out as well.

Everyone gathered on the plaza outside the main hall; no sword cultivator appeared particularly uneasy — all behaved in a perfectly reasonable manner.

There was no way to tell from the surface, from micro-expressions or the like, which one was the mole.

Tang Luo did indeed know the information on the Mie Sword Alliance cultivators, but only those below Spirit Transformation; as for which Spirit Transformation sword cultivator present was the mole, he actually did not know.

Just now he was merely probing — who knew, maybe a Spirit Transformation sword cultivator would jump out on their own?

Unexpectedly, everyone was very steady; indeed, the kind of mole who jumps out at the first bluff does not exist.

One should say: a mole who has managed to infiltrate to this level could never jump out at the first bluff.

To catch a mole, probing the spirit and soul is still the most reliable.

In a few words, the dejected, broken-before-the-trial Conan-type culprits are few and far between.

Stubborn resistance is the proper way — unless a group of Void Refiners surrounds you.

A crowd of sword cultivators gathered on the plaza outside the main hall, looking at Yue Wushuang with faces full of hope.

At this moment Yue Wushuang's complexion looked somewhat better; he turned his head to look at Tang Luo: "Xuan Zang, there is no need to conceal the matter of the Myriad Demon Ridge any longer — speak. I also want to know exactly what happened."

"Good."

Tang Luo recounted the events once more.

This was also the reason he waited for the people of the six gates to arrive before speaking.

The suitable timing, the suitable point being that Tang Luo only needed to say it once, and nothing else.

Otherwise, every few days someone would pop out to question Tang Luo, the sole party involved, about the situation — very annoying.

As Tang Luo spoke, the sword cultivators who had not known about the Myriad Demon Ridge incident also learned exactly what had happened.

If not for Yue Wushuang emerging from seclusion, the atmosphere would likely have been a gloom-shrouded, despairing "game over" mood.

"The situation has not deteriorated to the point of no return."

Yue Wushuang's voice was very steady, "But it is not optimistic either. No matter what those non-sword-cultivator cultivators do, they cannot shake our sword cultivators' rule — but that is only us sword cultivators."

"What does that mean?"

Someone discussed softly.

"Our Seven Gates, bearing the brunt in this storm, may not necessarily be able to remain standing forever."

Yue Wushuang glanced at the sword cultivators of the other six gates, then continued.

"The Seven Gates — perhaps it is time they should unite."

As these words fell, the sword cultivators of the six gates even stirred a little.

The Seven Gates Alliance — this news has indeed been circulating.

But as the sect masters of each faction, they know very well that this matter is still far off; the first stroke of the character "eight" has not even been written.

To form an alliance is no light, easy, or simple matter.

Even if everyone is a swift, decisive sword cultivator, it would not be settled just by meeting face to face and sharing a meal.

There are voices like this within the sects too, but they are all hot-blooded youths thinking that by uniting they can wipe out the non-sword-cultivators and yaoguai in one net.

How would they know what a tremendously difficult thing forming an alliance is?

How many tangled interests would be involved — they only think fight, fight, fight — well, that is very sword cultivator.

Rather, this group of Void Refiners, Spirit Transformations, and Nascent Souls are not that sword cultivator.

"I wish to convene a Seven Gates Grand Conference to discuss this matter together; the time is five days from now, the location right here at my Soaring Heaven Sword Gate." Yue Wushuang looked at the six gates' sect masters and responsible persons, "What do you think?"

"Good."

"The Divine Lord's words are reasonable."

No matter how you put it, discussing it first certainly cannot be wrong — we cannot really just fight each on our own and be picked off one by one by those damn cultivators (non-sword-cultivators).

Now that Yue Wushuang has emerged from seclusion, his condition seems passable; at the very least it has steadied many people's hearts.

The sword cultivators of the six gates departed one after another; Yue Wushuang dispersed the excited crowd, including the Spirit Transformation sword cultivators, and entered the great hall together with Tang Luo alone.

The door had just closed, cutting off the outside gazes, when Yue Wushuang's complexion flushed a strange red, then turned deathly pale, and he stumbled into a chair.

"Divine Lord, is your condition not too good?" Tang Luo asked.

Yue Wushuang shook his head helplessly: "It was never good to begin with; this time I had a sudden insight and forced myself out of seclusion. This period of healing has been almost entirely wasted."

"What about the others?" Tang Luo continued to ask.

Yue Wushuang didn't mind that Tang Luo kept asking her questions without her speaking first—it was only natural: "To treat my injuries, they've exhausted themselves too much, and now they're rushing to recover. In a while, I must return to secluded cultivation, so prepare some medicinal pills for me—only the best will do."

"Alright, I'll have the Pill Hall take care of it," Tang Luo said.

Even if the medicinal pills aren't effective, as one of the Seven Great Sects, the Pill Hall as an institution certainly still exists.

It's just that the pills' effects are terrible, and their variety is very limited.

"At the assembly in five days, I'll do my best to forge the Seven Sects Alliance and push you to become its leader," Yue Wushuang said without beating around the bush.

"Me?" Tang Luo sounded a little surprised.

I, an undercover agent, having become sect leader—my life's goal is actually already fulfilled.

Now I just wait to find the leader of the Destroy Sword Alliance, tell him why the flowers are so red, then use the key to enter the Heaven Sword Realm—mission accomplished.

Why put entering the Heaven Sword Realm at the end?

Because Tang Luo and the others worry that once we go in and find the Divine Sword, the mission will be completed.

Listen, there are also those worried about finishing the mission too early—Aoyu Lie said that to Chijing Daoist and the others, and both looked utterly bewildered.

Then they said: "No problem, you guys do whatever you want with your strength."

For this mission, it basically has nothing to do with the two of them anymore—just cultivate in peace and preserve yourself.

Don't capsize yourself in this great storm.

As for Odin, he's been missing for a long time.

Returning to the main hall—didn't expect there to be other operations?

An undercover agent becoming sect leader is pretty much the peak.

And now, you come running over saying you want to form an alliance and then let me be its leader?

I'm not Zuo Lengchan—what kind of alliance leader would I be?

"Why not you?" Tang Luo asked. Yue Wushuang is far more suited to the role than I am.

"I'm injured," Yue Wushuang said. "I can't hold on much longer..."

"Are you going to die?" Tang Luo interrupted.

Yue Wushuang's face darkened involuntarily, almost giving Tang Luo a performance of dying on the spot: "I won't die, but I must return to secluded cultivation to heal as soon as possible, otherwise the wound will worsen, and then I really will die."

"Oh, oh," Tang Luo said, looking at Yue Wushuang with a sympathetic expression.

"You sympathize with fuck all!" Yue Wushuang couldn't help cursing. "I'm not dead yet."

"But, Divine Lord, you look like you're using your own life to pave the way for future generations—like an old senior. Not dying now, but you'll surely die later—how tragic." Tang Luo said.

"I..."

Yue Wushuang was truly about to be angered to death by Tang Luo, wishing he would just get lost.

His chest heaved violently twice before he calmed down: "At the assembly in five days, I will do my utmost to bring about the alliance's formation."

"By then, there will surely be opposition, and non-sword cultivators will come to cause trouble. I still have one strike's worth of power—when the time comes, I'll help you establish order in heaven and earth!"

"No, don't—after the strike, I'll die..."

"I won't die! I said I won't die!" Yue Wushuang declared, full of vigor like a dying ember's last flare: "After the 'one strike,' I must immediately enter seclusion—I won't come out for a hundred years..."

By the end, his breath was as faint as a spider's silk.

After a while, he recovered enough to say, with the expression of "If there weren't no one else usable, I'd slap you to death right now, kid": "When the time comes, you as alliance leader—can you stabilize this position, integrate the Seven Sects? That depends entirely on your own ability."

The path of the undercover agent is very bright.

It's practically a grand, smooth highway.

You think becoming sect leader is the peak of life? No, Yue Wushuang tells you—above that lies the alliance leader.

"If your ability is great enough," Yue Wushuang said, smiling, revealing a hint of heroic vigor, "then I'll have you swallow the five sects excluding the Hidden Sword Mountain Villa!"

"... Why exclude the Hidden Sword Mountain Villa?" Tang Luo's question made Yue Wushuang show a satisfied expression.

Immediately, he sank his face and lectured: "If you have the ability to defeat the Sword Fanatic, then you can swallow the Hidden Sword Mountain Villa too—I have no objection."

The Sword Fanatic is present, the Hidden Sword Mountain Villa remains.

"Why not find Old Lei?" Tang Luo asked. "He's your disciple."

"First, his strength isn't as strong as yours, his ambition isn't as great either, and he's still somewhat indecisive," Yue Wushuang said. "I think, regarding the matter of the Myriad Demons Ridge—you should have framed someone by now, right?"

"Hehe," Tang Luo laughed without speaking.

"Alright, I won't ask you, and you don't need to say—now isn't the time to quibble over this, and you wouldn't frame your own people anyway," Yue Wushuang said, waving his hand. "Second, Yangzheng needs to help me heal his injuries, so he can't free up his hands."

"So, I'll say this upfront: if I emerge from seclusion and find you've done poorly, then get out! Yangzheng will come."

"If you do well, I'll continue to support you."

"How the future will be depends entirely on your ability. Of course, if your ability were a bit greater, when I emerge from seclusion and find I have no place for myself, who knows—hahaha."

Yue Wushuang laughed, seeming to have imagined that scene.

But he showed no trace of hesitation or vigilance—instead, he openly pointed it out.

"You might as well know: this is a storm, and also an opportunity—I want the Heaven-Splitting Sword Sect to unify the world!"

Divine countenance on the outside, heroic spirit within!

Yue Wushuang, whose ambition towers to the heavens!