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Chapter 363: First Encounter with Dao Court
Chapter 363: First Encounter with Dao Court
Several days later, near the Southern Frontier.
Lv Yang streaked through the sky as a beam of sword light, but abruptly halted at the border of the Southern Frontier. Retracting his sword, he hovered among the clouds, gazing intently into the distance.
In the next instant, he retrieved a Jade Scroll from his robe.
Gifted by True Man Dangmo, this scroll contained not only intelligence on the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect’s True Men but another revelation that electrified him:
"Iron shoes worn thin in fruitless search—fortune favors me this time!"
The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect in the Southern Frontier actually held clues about Xin Metal!
"Within their sect lies the Moon-Bowing Holy Pool, capable of condensing lunar essence into Imperial Nectar. Bottled and refined, this nectar could become Xin Metal."
Unbelievable!
"The sect cultivated this Fengshui Nexus for years using secret techniques, finally succeeding a decade ago. It’s a top-tier geomantic stronghold!"
Lv Yang’s eyes blazed with sudden clarity.
"The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect has already signed its death warrant!"
Only the virtuous deserved such a treasure. Surveying the world, who else but himself—an Immortal Spirit beloved by Heaven—could claim it?
Earlier, he’d despaired of finding Xin Metal within sixty years. Immortal Spirits required centuries to cultivate, with the final stages demanding painstaking effort. But this Fengshui Nexus could accelerate his progress dramatically!
"Still, caution is needed."
The Southern Frontier differed sharply from the Northern Borderlands.
Unlike the Divine Martial Gate, which had been duped by the Sword Pavilion into relocating northward, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect distrusted the Holy Sects. While secretly allying with the Dao Court, they’d developed far better than the Divine Martial Gate.
And now, the Dao Court was here.
Boom!
As Lv Yang pondered, dark clouds surged across the horizon. The once-clear sky darkened as an immense army materialized—a formation humming with interconnected qi, blades and banners bristling like a wall. The central banner proclaimed:
"Suppress Southern!"
Beneath it, a Dragon-Horse stamped its hooves, its rider—a warrior gripping a long spear trailing flames—roared laughter.
"Which Sword Pavilion True Man stands before us today?"
‘Suppress Southern King Wu Taian!’
The Jade Scroll had detailed the Dao Court’s deployments. This King wasn’t ordinary—bearer of the Celestial Tianwu Bloodline.
In the Dao Court, bloodline granted real power. While most officials masked their strength and lagged behind peers, the royal family stood apart.
Generations of Dao Court emperors cultivated self-reliantly, their titles mere formalities. Take Wu Taian—Formally a Foundation Building Perfection monarch, but even stripped of rank, he remained a Late-Stage Foundation Builder, rivaling the infamous Suo Huan.
Yet Lv Yang felt no fear. This was Jiangnan—unless the Dao Court had lost its mind, they wouldn’t attack him here.
"I am Minghe, sent by my master to the Southern Frontier." Lv Yang bowed, sword hand raised. "I wonder—does the Suppress Southern King conspire with the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect to block my path?"
"A Sword Pavilion madman, as expected!" Wu Taian inwardly cursed, smiling outwardly. "Misunderstanding! I guard this border to curb Southern Frontier’s demon sects."
A lie.
In truth, the Dao Court’s true aim was to counter the Sword Pavilion. If unchecked, the Sword Pavilion might one day massacre Jiangdong, preaching enlightenment while slaughtering innocents.
As they exchanged words, two Foundation Builders observed from a distant mountain—True Men of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.
One had a handsome face, yet his mouth opened to reveal not teeth or tongue, but a ferocious Venomous Divination Beetle. The other wore a smooth, featureless mask, his palm cradling a human-faced beetle fused to his flesh.
"Is that Yan Xiao?" the second asked. "Our spies report he’s newly promoted to Foundation Builder, but a formidable swordsman."
"Can Wu Taian stop him?"
"The Dao Court won’t risk offending the Sword Pavilion unless forced. They won’t interfere."
"Then what of the Baiyue Sacred Pool? We’re finalizing the Ten-Thousand Calamity Bug—can’t abandon it now!"
The featureless man’s beetle screeched, its voice venomous. "Hesitation invites disaster. He’s only a fledgling Foundation Builder—we strike together, trap him for a year, buy time."
"Agreed!" The other nodded. "Two Mid-Stage Foundation Builders against a novice? No trouble."
Meanwhile, Wu Taian’s army parted.
"By all means, enter the Southern Frontier, Young Master Minghe. But tread carefully—this land breeds monsters."
"Grateful for your concern, Your Majesty." Lv Yang bowed, watching the army vanish.
"That king’s no ally. Parading here exposed my movements, forcing me into the open."
No matter. He’d never planned stealth. At Late-Stage Foundation Builder strength, only a True Monarch could threaten him!
"And I’m an Avatar. What’s there to fear?"
Sword light blazed as he soared into the Southern Frontier. The two True Men paled.
"Bold indeed!"
They’d expected stealth, intending to lure him into an ambush. But this reckless advance—daring the sacred ground itself—left them no time to prepare.
(End of Chapter)
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