Chapter 366: Arrogant at First, Respectful Later
Chapter 366: Arrogant at First, Respectful Later
Southern Frontier, Ten Thousand Poisons Sect’s headquarters.
Within the vast grand hall, several white-haired elders glared at a pile of bloodied flesh scattered before them, their expressions grim.
“Dragon Centipede and Ephemeral Cicada are dead!”
“Their Fate Parasites shattered—no chance of saving them. Their souls have scattered into the Underworld. Even if they return, they won’t be the same people.”
The elders’ eyes brimmed with fury. As the Southern Frontier’s undisputed overlords, they’d grown accustomed to doing as they pleased with the region’s tribes. True Men of their sect rarely perished violently, let alone disciples. Now, this humiliation.
“Was it the Sword Pavilion?”
“The Sword Pavilion’s informants say their Dangmo True Human sent a newly Foundation-Building disciple here. Could he have killed Dragon Centipede and Ephemeral Cicada?”
“Newly Foundation-Building?”
“Impossible!”
“It’s not unthinkable. Remember the Sword Pavilion’s ways—what they call ‘newly Foundation-Building’ is often an old Foundation-Building returning in secret.”
“Oh, then it makes sense.”
The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect’s Fate Parasite technique housed a fragment of a True Human’s soul, allowing soul retrieval in crises. Normally, even if Dragon Centipede and Ephemeral Cicada died, their souls would remain tethered by the Fate Parasites, preserving a lifeline for eventual reincarnation. But now, their souls were utterly annihilated.
Such ruthless slaughter…
Only the Sword Pavilion or its three legendary rivals could manage this. The elders’ faces darkened further.
“Fine—we can’t fight them, but we can hide.”
“No matter how strong their Sword Pavilion True Human is, he’s not a Grand Sword Sage. Our sect’s leader is here; they’d dare not attack our Holy Mountain openly.”
“Let’s endure for a few years.”
“Once the Ten Thousand Calamities Parasite is perfected and our leader’s Divine Ability reaches consummation, we won’t have to grovel before the Sword Pavilion ever again.”
One elder’s attempt to soothe the others was abruptly cut short when he sensed something and snapped his head toward the mountain gate.
A piercing sword cry rang out from afar—
“Clang!”
The sound rolled like thunder, shaking the skies. Shockwaves rippled through the air, visible tremors spreading outward.
Rumbling!
Instantly, radiant Array Art runes blazed around the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect’s headquarters—the mountain’s protective formation activating against the threat. But as the sword cry struck, the runes quivered violently before shattering in large swaths, threatening total collapse!
The sect’s survival hung by a thread!
The elders’ expressions twisted as they manifested Dao Foundations one by one, desperately mending the broken formation lines.
“What technique is this?!”
“Sword Qi Thunderclap—could it really be that newly Foundation-Building Sword Pavilion disciple? He killed Dragon Centipede and Ephemeral Cicada, then dared storm our Holy Mountain?!”
“Bold! So bold!”
Their faces contorted with rage, especially the elder who’d claimed the Sword Pavilion would never attack directly.
To their senses, the Holy Mountain now seemed to host a second sun—its radiant sword cries like scorching light filling heaven and earth. Foundation-Building cultivators couldn’t survive the onslaught; even listening to it could shatter one’s body.
“Where is the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect leader?!”
Above the heavens, Lv Yang hovered in a stream of swordlight. Each word he spoke thundered down like a mountain, slamming into the sect’s mountain gate.
My grasp of Sword Qi Thunderclap grows more refined.
Though only the first stage of sword cultivation, its power rivaled Lv Yang’s old Imperial Mountain-Moving Technique, matching Foundation-Building Dao arts. Advancing to the next stage, Sword Heart Clarity, might even rival innate Divine Abilities.
Overpowered as always.
No wonder sword cultivators dominated battles. Like the No Heaven Realm’s Void Divine Ability, having an extra Divine Ability tilted the odds unfairly.
Yet Lv Yang smirked—Now the one who’s overpowered is me.
Sword cultivation still demanded talent and effort. Leaving mechanics aside, his current strength stemmed from relentless toil!
“I am Swordseed Minghe of the Sword Pavilion, tasked by my master to investigate the abduction of Jiangnan civilians.”
“Ten Thousand Poisons Sect leader—come out!”
Lv Yang declared again, wantonly unleashing Sword Qi Thunderclap, faintly grasping the essence of Sword Heart Clarity.
Suddenly—
“Young friend, you’ve gone too far.”
A voice rang out. From the mountain emerged a silvery-white radiance, rising like a crescent moon to hang in the sky. The chill of its sound quelled all sword cries—not through superior sword mastery, but sheer cultivation prowess. A Great True Sovereign’s power crushed Lv Yang’s sword aura under status alone.
Then, a figure materialized—
She wore the Southern Frontier’s silver-threaded robe, a gorgeously embroidered pleated skirt, and bare feet with a peach-blossom complexion, hovering midair.
Yet her face drew the most attention.
Her flawless features seemed sculpted by heaven itself, every inch of her skin perfected beyond nature’s ability.
Lv Yang remained unfazed.
He knew of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect’s Beauty Parasite, a technique to refine one’s appearance into unearthly perfection.
He sized her up, stating coolly, “Are you the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect leader?”
“It is I.”
The white-robed woman—Shimmering Moon—a Late-Stage Foundation-Building Great True Sovereign, replied frostily. “To what do we owe this visit from the Sword Pavilion?”
“Two things.”
Lv Yang raised two fingers. “First—I encountered two of your sect’s True Humans on the road. They’ve been sent to join the Sword Pavilion.”
The words darkened her face.
Join the Sword Pavilion—every Jiangnan cultivator knew that phrase meant “killed.” Hearing it now felt like swallowing thorns!
“Second.” Lv Yang ignored her rising anger. “I’m here to investigate the abduction of Jiangnan civilians. The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect is the prime suspect.”
“Open your gates—surrender, and let me proceed.”
His arrogance was staggering. Shimmering Moon’s chest heaved. “Surrender? You dare demand that from a Dangmo True Human?!”
Who do you think you are?!
“Do you truly believe killing Dragon Centipede and Ephemeral Cicada makes you invincible?” She laughed coldly, murder in her eyes—
“Fine! Then—!”
Before she could finish, another sword cry rang out!
Lv Yang’s expression remained calm. The Tribulation Tempest Blade activated, his Foundation-Building Mid-Stage Perfection energy surging past cultivation bottlenecks in an instant.
Silence.
Just a moment—but enough to freeze Shimmering Moon’s face. Her throat worked, her perfect features contorting into a strained smile—
“Please… enter for tea.”
(End of Chapter)
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