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Chapter 295: The Secret of the Ten Thousand Pit
Chapter 295: The Secret of the Ten Thousand Pit
Since deciding to infiltrate the Sword Pavilion, the Yun Clan Patriarch had always been Lv Yang’s primary target—a man he was determined to control completely using the Golden String Puppet technique.
The reasons were simple.
Though the Yun Clan had fallen into decline—its patriarch now merely an Early Foundation Building cultivator—their lineage carried undeniable prestige. Centuries ago, the clan had produced a Golden Core Sovereign who became the Sword Pavilion’s sect leader, a man whose life ended tragically during a Millennium Cataclysm. His opponent? A True Monarch of the Holy Sect at Golden Core’s peak. The battle had been so devastating that not only was the Sovereign’s Cave Heaven destroyed, but his very soul perished, leaving the Yun Clan to wither into obscurity.
By the current generation, the Yun Clan had sunk to Foundation Building status, clinging precariously to their position. Yet their ancestral ties to the Sword Pavilion remained—a legacy worth exploiting. While their bloodline might mean little in the Holy Sect, where countless powerful clans existed, it held weight here. The Yun Clan Patriarch retained the right to petition the Sword Pavilion’s Sect Patriarch directly, a privilege Lv Yang knew stemmed from the late Golden Core Sovereign’s influence.
‘Even in past lives, I suspected something when the Yun Clan Patriarch used the Ultimate Heaven Instrument, a heavenly relic, to reincarnate into the Refinement Realm. Why would such a powerful artifact be given to someone so weak? Reincarnation is common among Foundation Building cultivators, yet he was chosen—handing him a guaranteed advantage. That alone proves his connections run deep.’
These connections were exactly what Lv Yang needed now.
Days later, a thunderous roar split the sky as a streak of light descended, landing atop the Hidden Sword Manor. From the light emerged the silver-haired Yun Clan Patriarch, his divine consciousness instantly locking onto Yun Miaozhen. Seeing her unharmed, he relaxed.
“Greetings, Elder Ancestor,” Yun Miaozhen bowed respectfully, offering a pill. “This is a longevity elixir I’ve found. Please accept it.”
The elder chuckled, pocketing the pill without hesitation. Though the elixir held no value for him, he appreciated her gesture. Swallowing it in one go, he asked, “Where is the demonic cultivator you mentioned? Has the Xiu Xin True Man captured him?”
“Yes,” Yun Miaozhen nodded. “My master subdued him after a fierce battle. I could barely assist.”
“Good,” the patriarch sighed in relief. If the Xiu Xin True Man, whose power matched his, had handled it, there was no threat. “Take me to him.”
Inside the meditation chamber, the patriarch froze. Before him stood Lv Yang, clad in black robes, meticulously drawing on yellow paper with his finger. Beside him, the Xiu Xin True Man melted celestial metal artifacts into radiant ink, which Lv Yang stirred casually before inscribing them onto the paper. Each stroke formed a jagged, blade-like Talisman of Power.
As the final stroke sealed the talisman, the paper rang like clashing steel, releasing a sharp Sword Qi that made the patriarch’s breath catch.
“Finally done,” Lv Yang murmured, satisfied. Reincarnation had granted him leisure he’d lacked before—time to refine techniques like this Yuan Tu (Slaughter) Talisman, which replicated the Tribulation Tempest Blade’s essence. Though his innate Armaments Sovereign divine ability aided the process, the talisman’s power was only a tenth of the original’s, barely enough for Early Foundation Building cultivators.
‘Talismans thrive on numbers, not strength,’ he mused. ‘Time to rebuild the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner’s forces from Skull Mountain and restart the talisman assembly line.’
As Lv Yang lifted his head, the patriarch finally stirred—only to clutch his stomach, realizing the ‘longevity pill’ had been poisoned.
‘Why? How could Yun Miaozhen, my most trusted disciple, betray me?’
Yet Yun Miaozhen ignored his shock, kneeling under the desk—a reward for her service. The sight sent the patriarch reeling.
‘This is no mere poison—it’s a trap!’
The Heaven-Seizing Universal Command Dharma Body materialized behind Lv Yang, its oppressive aura crushing the patriarch.
‘You dare ambush me with such strength? A despicable beast!’
But resistance was futile. The Golden String Puppet technique took hold, erasing the elder’s hatred and replacing it with loyalty.
“Pity Xin’an isn’t here,” Lv Yang sighed. Chen Xin’an’s soul, sealed within the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner, wouldn’t awaken for years. Without soul scrying, direct interrogation was necessary.
“Tell me—what do you know about the Jiangnan Ten Thousand Pit?”
To his surprise, the patriarch bowed. “Everything, Master. The pit holds traces of a Jie Tian with a Fruit Position, a treasure that would greatly benefit the Sword Pavilion. A friend—a disciple of the Dang Mo True Man—once told me.”
(End of Chapter)
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