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Chapter 315: Sword Pavilion's Good Samaritan?
Chapter 315: Sword Pavilion’s Good Samaritan?
Sword Pavilion, Extreme Heaven Cliff.
This secluded cultivation ground belonged to the Heaven-Bearing Virtue True Monarch himself. With a True Monarch personally guarding it, the atmosphere was naturally extraordinary. Even from afar, its aura seemed to pierce the heavens.
At this moment, numerous Foundation-Stage True Men were converging here.
Among them were the Yun Clan Patriarch and Xiu Xin True Man. Even Xiao Hai True Man from the distant Li Clan had come. The factions eyed each other with open hostility.
Before long, the crowd entered a grand hall.
At the head of the chamber, a gaunt-faced Daoist stood with his hands clasped behind his back, studying a map hanging on the wall. It depicted Jiangnan’s landscape.
The man wore a black robe, his beard unkempt. A sword hung at his waist—ancient in design but devoid of spiritual radiance, appearing no different from a mundane blade. His aura was equally unremarkable, making him seem like a common wanderer in mortal lands.
Yet his gaze was fixed on the map with singular intensity.
In one corner of the map, a marked area stood out prominently—the "Massacre Pit." The implication was chillingly clear.
"Salutations, Dang Mo True Man!"
The Foundation-Stage cultivators entered, their spiritual light fading as they bowed respectfully toward the figure at the head. None dared show even a hint of disrespect.
This man was no ordinary figure.
Dang Mo True Man Ye Guangji stood second only to the Heaven-Bearing Virtue True Monarch within Sword Pavilion. A cultivator of the Late-Stage Foundation, he had long accompanied the True Monarch in cultivation.
His status—Great True Sovereign—was already formidable. But the title "Dangmo" itself was exclusive to Sword Pavilion, reserved for those with extraordinary Divine Abilities.
Two centuries ago, Ye Guangji claimed the Dangmo title after defeating countless sword cultivators. No one had since wrested it from him. With such prowess, achievements, and the backing of the True Monarch, his authority within Sword Pavilion was unquestionable.
The next moment, he slowly turned.
"You may rise."
His voice was calm yet sharp, each word ringing like clashing metal. Even hearing it felt like blades slicing through the air.
Lv Yang, linked to the Golden String Puppet, observed the scene through the eyes of Yun Clan Patriarch, Xiu Xin True Man, and Xiao Hai True Man.
‘Strange. There are fewer people than expected.’
The vast hall held over a dozen Foundation-Stage cultivators, but most were early-stage. Only two were mid-stage—both familiar.
‘Ye Xingfeng!’
Following the Yun Clan Patriarch’s gaze, Lv Yang spotted a murderous youth in the corner. Memories surfaced of being hunted by him in the Overseas Dominion. Though Ye Xingfeng had perished, the psychological scars lingered.
The other mid-stage cultivator was even more familiar.
Seventeen or eighteen in appearance, the youth had bright eyes, delicate brows, and alabaster skin. His presence drew countless glances.
‘Ye Guyue (Solitary Moon)’
Lv Yang’s expression remained neutral as his gaze settled on Ye Guangji. He recalled the rumors.
Then a strange expression crossed his face.
‘This Dang Mo True Man… is known across Sword Pavilion as a decent man. Some even call him naive.’
Though a swordsman, Ye Guangji disliked killing. As a Sword Pavilion True Man, he’d never participated in righteous-martial clashes, his blade rarely tasting blood. Many criticized him for it.
But his strength and connections silenced dissent.
‘This demeanor feels familiar.’
Back in the Holy Sect, An Xiao had the same reputation—a rare good soul who never did wrong, the sect’s last conscience.
Yet Lv Yang strongly suspected that An Xiao had simply used the Veil of Cognition to erase memories of his crimes. Now he wondered: Could Ye Guangji be doing the same?
"Esteemed peers."
Ye Guangji’s voice broke the silence, cold and emotionless. "I’ve decided—we depart for the Massacre Pit in three days."
The hall erupted.
"So soon?"
"The Demonic Sect has reinforced their defenses at the Massacre Pit. A Great True Sovereign is said to guard it. Attacking now seems unwise."
"Think carefully, Dang Mo True Man!"
Lv Yang blinked in surprise. In the Holy Sect, Chongguang’s orders would have been obeyed without question. Yet here, dissent ran rampant.
But understanding dawned quickly. Ye Guangji, despite his Great True Sovereign status, didn’t assert dominance. Instead, he nodded patiently, listening to every objection before responding.
This was bizarre.
The power gap between Foundation-Stage cultivators was vast—especially between mid- and late-stage. To see them debate as equals was unthinkable.
‘This is abnormal.’
Not just for the Holy Sect, but Sword Pavilion too. Lv Yang noted Ye Guyue and Ye Xingfeng’s impatient expressions.
"Uncle", Ye Guyue finally whispered, prompting Ye Guangji to pause. His tone shifted. "You’ve likely heard of the Mystic Spirit Realm."
"Rumors suggest I’ve targeted this realm."
"This isn’t entirely false."
He gestured. The hall shimmered with spiritual light as a young Daoist emerged—his aura distinct from the others.
Though human in form, his presence was strange. A sandalwood scent clung to him, his flesh seeming both full and illusory. Despite matching the cultivators’ status rank, his aura reeked of mortal worldliness.
Foundation-Stage True Men transcended mortal flesh, becoming immortal. Yet this man, though comparable in rank, seemed almost mundane.
"Resembles a Dao Court Celestial Official."
"Who is he?"
The youth bowed deeply. "Human Immortal Yu Shao of Baochang Kingdom’s Mystic Spirit Realm greets you all."
Gasps filled the room. Lv Yang’s pupils constricted.
Mystic Spirit Realm!
A realm rumored to house a True Monarch—the ultimate celestial heaven!
Dang Mo True Man continued, "Rumors claim I attacked Yu Daoist and captured him. This is false."
Yu Shao smiled bitterly. "Forgive my intrusion. Lord Ye’s cultivation rivals a heavenly immortal in the Mystic Spirit Realm. How could I—a mere novice—dare challenge him? Without him, I’d have perished long ago."
‘Oh?’
Lv Yang’s eyes narrowed. Others, too, exchanged glances.
"Indeed", Ye Guangji confirmed. "Yu Daoist wasn’t sent by the Mystic Spirit Realm. He fled from it."
(End of Chapter)
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