“Three days later will be the opening of the Central Continent Secret Realm. The Ancestor has already encouraged you all previously, and I won’t repeat it today… Indeed, obtaining resources from the Central Continent Secret Realm to subsidize both yourself and your sect is your goal, but the top priority is still ensuring your own safety!”
The Sword Pavilion’s main hall was filled with Sword Pavilion disciples, with Su Qinian and several elders standing in front of everyone, their expressions serious.
Every year, the Central Continent Secret Realm is a critical moment for reshuffling the strength of the sects.
Especially during the decade when both major and minor secret realms open simultaneously, it means that not only disciples below the YuanYing stage enter, but also the elite of the sects above the YuanYing stage, including elders and even the sect leader might personally participate. The secret realm contains various ancient treasures and divine martial arts manuals. If a few can be retrieved, it naturally boosts the overall strength of the sect.
However, if elite disciples or even elders perish within the secret realm, it would certainly be a significant blow to the sect.
After all, although there are many good things inside the secret realm, it also harbors dangers.
Traps and arrays are minor concerns; the most feared encounter is the ancient remains.
The secret realm seals the ancient battlefield of Central Continent.
It encompasses thousands of sect relics, and countless cultivators perished in that battle. Many powerful cultivator souls have dissipated, but their bodies remain intact. Over tens of thousands of years, the residual thoughts interact with the decaying will in the secret realm, causing those bodies to rise again as monsters driven purely by killing instincts—the ancient remains.
There are also rumors of cultivators encountering living ancient cultivators within the secret realm.
However, these sightings are rare and difficult to confirm, eventually being recognized as ancient remains.
“In short, the Central Continent Secret Realm is very dangerous! Do not treat it as an ordinary sect mission. Upon entering the secret realm, gather immediately according to the sect signal. Absolutely do not act alone! The Central Continent Secret Realm is completely isolated from the outside world. Neither I nor the elders have the chance to save you. You must rely on yourselves and your fellow sect members. Have you all understood?”
“Yes, Sect Leader!” The disciples shouted in unison.
“Very well, we will set off for the Central Continent tomorrow! Get a good rest tonight, conserve your energy!”
In previous years, the entire sect was tense like a taut string before going to the Central Continent.
This year, however, Su Qinian and the other disciples wore confident smiles, ready to thoroughly plunder the Central Continent Secret Realm. This confidence stemmed from the abundant resources bestowed by the Ancestor, which covered multiple aspects, not only enhancing personal strength but also providing defensive items and life-saving tools in emergencies.
With such an Ancestor, what more could one desire?
The disciples dispersed, flying back to Sunset Peak on their swords. Only Li Qingran lingered, approaching Su Qinian to pay her respects.
“It’s Qingran,” Su Qinian said with a smile, stroking his beard. “Why aren’t you returning to Sunset Peak? Does the Ancestor have any orders for you?”
“The Master wants some blood from the guardian beast of the sect,” Li Qingran bowed and said sincerely, “If it’s inconvenient to take blood from the guardian beast, the Ancestor mentioned that your blood would also suffice.”
“Blood from the guardian beast?” Su Qinian paused, stroking his beard, hesitating. “Did the Ancestor mention what this blood is for? If not, no need to worry. I’ll go fetch it for the Ancestor right away… But how much blood does the Ancestor need? Would five thousand jin suffice? If more is needed, the guardian beast might die from blood loss…”
“Oh, not that much.” Li Qingran laughed dryly and waved her hand.
What a joke, five thousand jin is enough of a challenge for a guardian beast, isn’t it?
“The Master encountered a monster similar to the guardian beast and wishes to study its blood to see if there’s a way to subdue the great demon.”
“I see, if they’re similar, they’re likely from the same source. The great demon is stubborn, and even I had to put in effort to subdue the Great Har. If the Ancestor uses the blood of the Great Har to lure it, there might be a chance to subdue the great demon.”
Su Qinian nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with admiration for the Ancestor.
“Wait here, I’ll be right back!”
With that, the pavilion master stepped onto his sword and took off into the sky.
Moments later, Li Qingran heard a horrific wail from the rear mountain, where the guardian beast was kept.
After a while, Su Qinian returned, carrying a half-human-sized bucket filled with the guardian beast’s blood.
“Here, there should be around four or five hundred jin. The Ancestor can use this as much as needed. If more is required, just ask me. No need to be polite. After all, it’s not my blood, hehe.” Su Qinian placed the bucket of blood in front of Li Qingran.
“Then I thank you on behalf of the Master.”
“Hehe, no problem~”
On the rear mountain, the guardian beast, Daha, howled at the moon, tears streaming down his eyes.
A sword was stuck in the fattest part of his buttocks.
Blood gushed out from the wound.
To him, this injury was nothing.
But the humiliation of the spirit weighed heavier than the pain of the wound!
Revenge does not wait until the next day. Tomorrow, the entire Sword Pavilion will head to the Central Continent Secret Realm, leaving only the strange old man in the scripture pavilion and the violent woman in the ancestral shrine.
At that time, the entire sect’s rear mountain will be unobstructed,
He must make Su Qinian pay a heavy price!
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“Chen Huaian, did you use this item to kill the King Level Porcelain Bodhisattva?”
In the headquarters conference room of the Demon-Slaying Division.
In front of Chen Huaian was a porcelain bottle containing the guardian beast’s blood. Across from him sat five old men.
These five old men were the current power holders of the Demon-Slaying Division headquarters. Four of them came from prominent families, with only one being the original authority figure. The other leaders of the Demon-Slaying Division have either resigned or been transferred.
The one asking the question was the middle-aged old man, Wang Jingshan, the patriarch of the Wang family.
Before the appearance of Kunlun Celestial Palace and Great Thunder Sound Temple, he was one of the strongest Generals in the Hua District, known as the “Raging Wind Saber.”
He practiced the saber technique passed down through the Wang family lineage. When spiritual energy began to recover, he became one of the first beneficiaries, understanding the essence of the saber technique and manifesting an energy ball in the shape of a saber in his mind.
Nowadays, this energy ball has a specific explanation due to the teachings of Kunlun Celestial Palace.
It is called the Saber Spirit Root.
Thanks to the Saber Spirit Root, he successfully challenged the Kunlun Celestial Palace’s tiers, ranking at the four-thousandth tier, qualifying him for inner sect membership, with limitless prospects. Once the Demon-Slaying Division is fully under his family’s control, he will go to Kunlun Celestial Palace to practice orthodox celestial techniques.
As for the breathing method he had longed for?
What was that?
It was something the stubborn mud-slogging members of the Demon-Slaying Division eagerly practiced.
“Indeed, it was with this item that I managed to defeat my enemy.” Chen Huaian smiled, pushing the blood-filled porcelain bottle forward.
“You’re sure? But this blood-filled porcelain bottle looks like it was made in a kiln.”
Wang Jingshan examined the porcelain bottle for a while, then handed it to the other four Demon-Slayers to inspect.
Undeniably, it was a fine item, emitting clear spiritual fluctuations, clearly a spiritual object.
However, it didn’t seem like something that could trigger sword energy…
If not for Lin Chen swearing by the heavens that the Porcelain Bodhisattva was killed by Chen Huaian, he wouldn’t believe it and would instead identify Wang Shouyi as the one who struck the fatal blow. After all, Chen Huaian had relied solely on thunder spells and talismans to kill, never displaying any sword techniques.
“Of course, I’m sure.” Chen Huaian looked sincerely at the five old men, earnestly saying, “The one that subdued the Porcelain Bodhisattva was this blood-filled porcelain bottle. The Blood Porcelain Woman residing within holds a deep grudge against the Porcelain Bodhisattva. You should have already investigated the historical records behind the Jin De Town kilns. The reasons for their enmity should be clear.”
“So, that means the strike was actually made by the Blood Porcelain Woman?”
“Exactly.”
“And how do we awaken the Blood Porcelain Woman?”
“Just drip blood.”
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