Chen Huaian noticed a [Bad Luck (Severe)] debuff on his character panel, but he had no time to care about it because as the Heavenly Machine Divination progress bar advanced, more and more red dots appeared on the map, densely packed.
These were supposed to be nearly exterminated Demon Cultivators?
They were almost like common wild monsters now!
At first glance, apart from the sanctuaries and the Abyss that had their destinies concealed, there were red dots more or less in every territory of the righteous sects.
And this wasn’t even the worst part.
The worst part was that there was a red dot at the Sword Pavilion.
And right at Sunset Peak!
The progress bar continued to move forward, and the red dots kept appearing on the map.
Seeing Su Qinian, who was staring blankly at the sky with an expression of confusion, Chen Huaian’s face darkened, and he felt a surge of anger.
Damn it, he thought the Sword Pavilion was pure and clean.
He never expected that the enemy had already infiltrated, and the Pavilion Master didn’t know anything about it.
After a while, the Heavenly Machine Divination was complete.
Chen Huaian stared silently at the densely packed red dots on the map, gasping coldly.
Was it really an ironclad alliance among righteous cultivators?
Forget it! This Cangyun Realm was almost like a beehive!
How could they possibly kill all those Demon Cultivators?
Moreover, once they attacked one stronghold, the other Demon Cultivators would surely relocate.
Could he spend his entire Heavenly Machine Divination just searching for these Demon Cultivators’ locations?
The anomalies on Sunset Peak disappeared.
Su Qinian, after a moment of shock, internally composed a grandiose compliment.
He took a deep breath, raised his hand towards the void above Li Qingran, and said with a flattering tone, “Hallowed be the Dao, Ancestor, you are truly a sword person! So great!”
In the Sword Pavilion, to describe a sword cultivator as very strong, one had to praise their sword.
For example, ‘Great! You truly have achieved unity with your sword!’ or ‘Marvelous! You have reached the pinnacle of the sword path!’
Or, ‘Your sword is truly beyond reach!’ or ‘Alas! I cannot match your sword!’
For a powerful Ancestor, Su Qinian believed that too many words were meaningless.
A simple ‘sword person’ encompassed everything.
It was the highest form of praise a sword cultivator could give to another sword user.
Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes and transmitted a voice message: [I have divined the Heavenly Machine for you, and you not only fail to show gratitude but also insult me?]
“Ancestor, I did not!” Su Qinian’s face showed innocence and injustice. He stepped back, bowed, and sincerely said, “I was merely praising your sword skills. There was no other meaning.”
Chen Huaian: “???”
Li Qingran: “…”
“Pavilion Master Su, perhaps you should say less.” Li Qingran lived in the Sword Pavilion and knew some of its unique language forms, but her master hadn’t been there for a long time, so it was normal if she didn’t understand.
If Su Pavilion Master continued like this, she truly feared that her master might directly split Sunset Peak into Sunset Valley with a single sword strike.
“Qingran, how can I say less? The Ancestor’s abilities are unparalleled, which means my words do not satisfy him!” Su Qinian stroked his beard and shook his head. “Today, I must praise the great sword person that the Ancestor is!”
[Enough, shut up!]
Chen Huaian roughly understood that Su Qinian didn’t mean it that way, but the words he chose could easily lead to misunderstandings.
Su Qinian dared not speak anymore, looking helplessly at the mysterious Ancestor, unsure why he was angry.
Chen Huaian took a deep breath and transmitted:
[I have divined most of the Demon Cultivators’ locations. Laughable that you still believe they have been exterminated? In truth, Demon Cultivators are everywhere in this Cangyun Realm, gathering together or scattering like stars, even within the territories of righteous sects.]
“Ancestor, don’t joke around with me,” Su Qinian said, even less convinced.
He suspected the Ancestor might have made a mistake.
How could there be so many Demon Cultivators?
If there were so many Demon Cultivators, why haven’t any of them become significant figures in recent years?
[You don’t believe me?] Chen Huaian scoffed.
Su Qinian didn’t dare to say he didn’t believe, only lowering his head in silence, waiting for the Ancestor’s next words.
[Very well, in this Sunset Peak, there is a Demon Cultivator at the Sword Pavilion. I will find him for you!]
Chen Huaian ignored Su Qinian’s shock.
He enlarged the map, zooming in on the red dot until the details of Sunset Peak were clearly visible.
It was a cave dwelling located halfway up the mountain. Inside, a sword cultivator was meditating cross-legged.
Apart from the sword aura, there was a faint hint of demonic energy.
Normally, if this disciple hid his demonic energy, it would be difficult to detect.
But now, in his own cave dwelling, how could he have known that Chen Huaian’s satellite tracking would scan him directly?
Once the target was confirmed, Chen Huaian transmitted to Su Qinian:
[On Sunset Peak, in the cave dwelling in front of which a peach tree is planted, the wooden sign reads ‘157’. Go and capture this disciple. Whether he is a Demon Cultivator or not will be clear once you interrogate him.]
“Wooden sign 157, wooden sign 157…” Su Qinian pondered the Ancestor’s words, imagining a disciple with a square face, kind appearance, and a generally honest and straightforward demeanor. His name was Tu Xinghe, from Black Tortoise Peak. Although his talent wasn’t the most outstanding, Su Qinian had personally reviewed him when he joined the sect.
This disciple was polite to his peers, diligent in his cultivation, and completed his sect tasks as required. He had a moderate presence, considered a model disciple by all elders. How could such a person be a Demon Cultivator?
Su Qinian had countless questions.
But since the Ancestor had spoken, he could only grit his teeth and bow, saying, “Alright, I will go and capture that disciple now. If he is not a Demon Cultivator, I dare to ask the senior to grant him a chance.”
Su Qinian treated all Sword Pavilion disciples equally.
He understood the immense impact and humiliation it would be for a righteous sword cultivator to be falsely accused of being a Demon Cultivator.
He dared not let the Ancestor make a mistake, nor would he do so.
He just wanted to compensate the disciple.
Other sects’ leaders certainly wouldn’t offend a powerful and influential Ancestor for a single disciple.
But Su Qinian dared to fight for his disciples’ rights.
He hoped every Sword Pavilion disciple would walk out with pride and return with pride.
In this Cangyun Realm, even ants struggled to survive.
He was no different, just a slightly larger ant.
[Good!]
Chen Huaian was indifferent to Su Qinian’s request but looked highly upon this sect leader, promising loudly:
[If that disciple is not a Demon Cultivator, I will take him as my disciple and personally teach him!]
