Chapter 356 ·Sect Master of the Myriad Yin Sect

After ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍being comforted by Lin Lingzhou and Wan Feng, Yin Jingxing’s mood improved, and he returned to his usual lively self.

Despite ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍his miserable background and the loss of his mother, Yin Jingxing remained cheerful. Many times, he spoke more than the three of them combined.

Sitting ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍on the stone bridge, they began discussing the future. They were all curious about Shen Yue’s origins and where he intended to take Yin Jingxing.

Unfortunately, ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍no matter how much they talked, they could not arrive at any conclusion.

Yin ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Jingxing suddenly asked curiously, “Brother Lin, why do you want to go to the Nine Provinces? What’s so good about that place?”

Wan ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Feng also looked at Lin Lingzhou curiously. He had heard before that Lin Lingzhou had never even been to the Nine Provinces and did not understand why he was so fixated on it.

Lin Lingzhou hesitated for a moment, then decided to reveal his past, beginning from his childhood.

Hearing that Lin Lingzhou had witnessed his parents’ tragic deaths as a child, Yin Jingxing suddenly felt that he was not the most unfortunate one. Then, hearing about Lin Lingzhou’s wandering life and how he was saved by his master, he began to feel fortunate himself.

Lin Lingzhou only had one master to rely on, while Yin Jingxing had three companions—and somewhere in the distance, a master waiting for him.

But the rest of the story filled Yin Jingxing with unease about the future.

Lin Lingzhou had no spiritual root and could not remain in the Heavenly Clear Immortal Sect. Thinking about Shen Yue’s teachings during these past days, Yin Jingxing’s heart began to panic.

Could it be that he also had no spiritual root?

Wan Feng, however, felt no emotional reaction to Lin Lingzhou’s story. Although he possessed a spiritual root, his path of cultivation had also been full of hardship. He had lost everything and now stood alone in the world.

The only reason he followed Shen Yue’s group was to ensure Lin Lingzhou’s safety.

Although he did not believe it was his fault that Lin Lingzhou had ended up in the Spirit Mine, he could not ignore the man’s constant nagging—he had to repay that debt.

By the time Shen Yue returned, Lin Lingzhou had already finished telling his story.

But now Lin Lingzhou felt awkward.

Why had Yin Jingxing become even more dejected after hearing his story?

Shen Yue paid no attention to Yin Jingxing’s mood, assuming the boy was simply tired. He handed the fruit he had gathered to Yin Jingxing, then gave some to Lin Lingzhou and Wan Feng.

Wan Feng noticed that the fruits were different—Yin Jingxing’s fruit contained spiritual energy and could be considered a spiritual fruit.

This Senior Shen truly put in great effort!

Along the way, Shen Yue had been contemplating the No-Self Sword Art. Ever since realizing he could not properly teach Yin Jingxing, he had shifted his focus inward.

Only by becoming stronger himself would he have a better chance of bringing Yin Jingxing back.

As long as he delivered Yin Jingxing to Li Qingqiu, everything would resolve itself—he trusted in Li Qingqiu’s abilities.

After giving the spiritual fruit to Yin Jingxing, Shen Yue walked to the edge of the bridge and continued pondering the No-Self Sword Art.

The No-Self Sword Art was not truly a sword technique—it could not even be defined as one. It was a profound sword path. Once mastered, every place Shen Yue passed through would become part of the No-Self Sword Art.

Comprehending it allowed Shen Yue to forget all distractions.

Levels of cultivation, sect troubles, differences in strength—he had cast them all aside. His mind now held only his own sword path.

He did not even register the conversation of Lin Lingzhou and the others.

Only when Yin Jingxing stood up and said they should continue did Shen Yue instinctively take the lead, moving forward without replying.

Sunset gave way to moonrise.

Another night passed.

At dawn, Shen Yue’s group walked along a ridge, with Shen Yue still leading.

Morning sunlight bathed them, casting a faint glow over their bodies. Shen Yue remained immersed in the No-Self Sword Art—so much so that, in Lin Lingzhou and the others’ eyes, he seemed almost possessed.

Lin Lingzhou had tried to warn him before, but Shen Yue did not respond. If he spoke too much, Shen Yue would release a terrifying sword intent, forcing him to fall silent.

Now, the three of them felt increasingly uneasy. The danger, they realized, was not only from the Myriad Yin Sect—it might also come from Shen Yue.

Yin Jingxing walked in the middle, his gaze fixed on the distant sun.

Whenever he felt troubled, he liked to look at the sun, as if it could give him strength and help him forget his worries.

“Hey, don’t you think this kid looks a bit like Senior Shen right now?”

Wan Feng suddenly nudged Lin Lingzhou and whispered.

Lin Lingzhou, who had been absentminded, followed his gaze and looked at Yin Jingxing. At first glance, nothing seemed unusual—but upon closer inspection, he realized there was indeed some resemblance, though they were looking in different directions.

This discovery made Lin Lingzhou frown.

What was going on?

Had both of them been affected by something?

Just as Lin Lingzhou was about to speak, Wan Feng suddenly stopped both him and Yin Jingxing.

Turning his head, Lin Lingzhou saw Wan Feng’s expression turn serious. He followed Wan Feng’s gaze.

At the end of the mountain path ahead stood an old tree. Beneath it was a man holding a sword, standing sideways toward them.

Under the shade, a breeze stirred his robes. His head was lowered, his face weathered and covered in stubble, his eyes cast downward toward his feet.

Lin Lingzhou and Wan Feng’s expressions darkened. Yin Jingxing snapped out of his thoughts, also seeing the mysterious swordsman, and immediately grew nervous, thinking he was a Myriad Yin Sect cultivator.

“Senior Shen…”

Lin Lingzhou spoke softly as a warning.

But Shen Yue did not stop. He continued forward.

Under their watchful eyes, Shen Yue drew closer and closer to the mysterious swordsman.

The swordsman straightened, stepped forward, then turned to face Shen Yue. His right hand gripped the hilt of his sword.

He opened his eyes—cold as a bottomless well, filled with killing intent.

Even under such a gaze, Shen Yue did not stop. His pace did not even slow.

Suddenly—

The mysterious swordsman let out a sound of surprise. His gaze toward Shen Yue changed as he asked,

“Why are you unaffected by my Dharma Manifestation Domain?”

Shen Yue stopped, looked up at him, and asked, “Dharma Manifestation Domain?”

Hearing this, the swordsman’s expression darkened instantly, and he drew his sword.

Boom——

Sword energy erupted, sweeping across the ridge. Shen Yue raised his sword to block. The overwhelming force pressed against him like a storm, forcing him to slide backward. The ridge trembled, and cracks split the cliffs on both sides.

Lin Lingzhou and the others were also thrown to the ground. If Shen Yue had not blocked the attack, they would have been killed instantly, leaving no trace of their bodies.

“Such sword energy…”

Wan Feng lay prone on the ground, gritting his teeth as he looked ahead, filled with fear.

A casual strike from the opponent held such terrifying power—how could one not feel uneasy?

Seeing Shen Yue withstand his attack, the swordsman raised an eyebrow.

“You’re borrowing the power of heaven and earth? Who exactly are you?”

The killing intent in his eyes faded, replaced by curiosity.

Shen Yue looked at him and asked, “You are beyond the Spirit Sense Realm?”

The opponent’s strength reminded him of the Sword Demon.

No—this person was not as strong as the Sword Demon!

“Beyond the Spirit Sense Realm? It seems you don’t even know the Heaven-Connecting Radiance Realm. I find you interesting. I’ll give you a chance to live—kneel.”

The swordsman raised his blade, pointing it at Shen Yue, smiling disdainfully.

Rumble——

The sky churned as thunderclouds gathered, plunging the ridge into darkness.

Shen Yue remained calm and asked, “May I ask your name and origin?”

The swordsman’s lips curled upward.

“Sect Master of the Myriad Yin Sect—Yan Duhai.”

Boom!

A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the faces of Lin Lingzhou and the others. Just as they tried to stand, they were stunned by the name.

Sect Master of the Myriad Yin Sect!

Even Shen Yue, who had comprehended the No-Self Sword Art, felt apprehensive. His expression turned heavy as pressure surged toward him.

……

At dawn, Li Qingqiu arrived at the Lingxiao Courtyard. After waiting for a while, Chu Jing and Yuan Li entered.

After the battle ended, Wei Tianxiong had urged Yuan Li to return, fearing for his safety. Though helpless, Yuan Li felt touched.

Wei Tianxiong’s favoritism toward him was undeniable—but Yuan Li also understood it stemmed from his talent.

Chu Jing reported the results of the Spirit Mine battle to Li Qingqiu. The Myriad Yin Sect forces had been completely annihilated, and the wealth left behind was immense, still being counted. His tone was filled with excitement.

Recalling the Sword Demon’s Dharma Manifestation Domain still left him exhilarated.

Such power was simply overwhelming!

The Sword Demon was undoubtedly the strongest person he had ever seen!

As for Li Qingqiu, it had been too long since he had seen him take action. As Li Qingqiu’s ghost servant, he could sense his strength, but he did not know how he would compare to the Sword Demon.

After finishing his report, Li Qingqiu said, “In that case, remain here to handle sect affairs. It’s time to enter a phase of steady development.”

“Yes!”

Chu Jing nodded heavily, still unable to calm his excitement.

Li Qingqiu waved him away, then turned to Yuan Li.

Though only a year had passed, Yuan Li seemed like a completely different person—his youthful immaturity gone, replaced by the reliability of a true sect powerhouse like Shen Yue.

Under his master’s gaze, Yuan Li rarely felt a hint of embarrassment and lowered his head slightly.

“You’ve done well. You haven’t shamed me. You’ve seen greater power now—you understand what to do next, don’t you?” Li Qingqiu asked with a smile.

Among all the disciples he had trained, many had matured—but Yuan Li gave him a true sense of sudden blossoming, of unexpected brilliance.

Xu Ning had always been reliable, but her growth had been gradual and visible. Yuan Li, on the other hand, had risen like a comet—immeasurable.

“It is all thanks to Master’s favor. I will continue to cultivate diligently and reach the Heaven-Connecting Radiance Realm as soon as possible, to share more of Master’s burden,” Yuan Li said earnestly.

Thinking of Wei Tianxiong’s earlier words, he felt deep respect for his master.

Li Qingqiu began asking about his experiences and gains over the past year. Hearing it directly was far more interesting and detailed than reading reports.

Yuan Li began recounting his journey.

Over the past year, his cultivation had reached the second layer of the Spirit Sense Realm, but his strength had undergone a tremendous transformation.

He had fused his physical strength with Gang Essence, making his power even greater. Through this, he had gained deeper insight into the path of body cultivation.

Listening to his understanding, Li Qingqiu himself gained some enlightenment.

Though both possessed the Undying Tyrant Body, Li Qingqiu had not experienced as many battles as Yuan Li over the past year, so his insights were naturally inferior.

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