Chapter 52 ·Mystic Sword Sect, Ling Yunxiao!

Spirit ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍Realm, Southern Region of the Eastern Continent, Mystic Sword Sect, Sword Heart Hall.

The ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍hall stood majestic, filled with a chilling aura of sword intent.

Yet ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍at this moment, among the row of soul lamps hanging high within the hall—representing the sect’s core disciples and elders—

The ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍one belonging to Ling Wuchen emitted a dim, nearly withered glow.

The ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍flame had not gone out, but it flickered weakly like a dying candle in the wind.

It ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍seemed as though it could be completely extinguished at any moment—utterly different from its former brilliance, which symbolized vitality and sharpness.

Beneath the soul lamps, a middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back. He wore a black long robe embroidered with sword patterns. His face was rather handsome, yet his brows were tightly furrowed.

He was none other than the current Sect Master of the Mystic Sword Sect, Ling Yunxiao—a mid-stage Transformation Spirit sword cultivator.

Judging by his appearance alone, he looked no more than thirty, with an ethereal temperament.

Yet the years and pressure settled deep within his eyes could not be concealed by his outward appearance.

He had been staring at Ling Wuchen’s dim soul lamp for a full five years.

Over these five years, he had tried several secret soul-tracing and origin-reversal techniques of the sect.

He had even gone so far as to burn his own essence blood to activate a trace of the power of the sect’s supreme treasure, the Heaven-Observing Mirror.

Yet the feedback he received was nothing but chaos.

It was as though some invisible force had completely obscured and distorted the heavenly secrets.

All traces regarding Ling Wuchen’s whereabouts had been severed cleanly—he could not capture even the slightest useful information.

“Hmph!” Ling Yunxiao let out a cold snort, both shocked and enraged.

What shocked him was that with Ling Wuchen’s cultivation, combined with his extraordinary sword dao talent and life-saving trump cards—

Even if he encountered an ordinary early-stage Transformation Spirit cultivator, he should at least have some chance of escaping.

How could it have come to the point where his soul lamp was on the verge of extinguishing and his whereabouts were completely unknown?

What angered him was that someone dared to deal such a ruthless blow to a heaven’s favored son of the Mystic Sword Sect.

And the method was so clean and decisive, leaving not a single clue behind!

“The lamp has not completely gone out… which means Wuchen’s Nascent Soul origin has not fully dissipated?”

A faint trace of hope flickered through Ling Yunxiao’s heart.

But it was soon overshadowed by deeper worry.

Even if he had truly avoided complete destruction of body and soul by chance, his situation must be extremely perilous.

Otherwise, why was there no response at all from even the most secret emergency contact methods of the sect?

He slowly paced to the window, gazing at the sword peaks faintly visible within the sea of clouds outside, and muttered to himself:

“I warned you long ago—having lofty pride is not a bad thing, but you must know there is always someone stronger!”

“You thought that with the sword in your hand, you could challenge freely and act as you pleased?”

“The waters of this world are far deeper—and far murkier—than you imagined!”

“Those old monsters who have lived for thousands upon thousands of years—how could their thoughts be fathomable? Why would they show mercy just because you are a heaven’s favored son?”

“I told you to cultivate in seclusion within the sect’s forbidden grounds. Until you reached the Mahayana realm, you should not have set foot in those truly dangerous places… young people simply refuse to listen!”

His sigh echoed through the vast hall, carrying a tone of helpless frustration at wasted potential.

But even more so, it held sorrow for the loss of a pillar of the sect’s future.

Ling Wuchen had reached the Nascent Soul realm before the age of three hundred and was regarded as the most likely successor to him—perhaps even someone who could surpass him and lead the Mystic Sword Sect to greater heights.

Now that hope was suddenly shrouded in shadow, possibly to be extinguished entirely—how could his heart remain calm?

“This matter… must be suppressed.”

After a long time, a sharp glint flashed in Ling Yunxiao’s eyes as he made a decision.

The abnormality of the soul lamp was currently known only to him and two trusted elders who managed the Soul Lamp Hall.

If the news leaked out, not only would it invite ridicule from hostile forces—mocking the Mystic Sword Sect for failing to protect even its most treasured sword prodigy—

It could also shake the morale within the sect, even triggering unnecessary speculation and unrest.

He had already prepared an excuse.

It would be said that Ling Wuchen had gained insight and had entered deep seclusion within the Sword Tomb three days ago, seeking an opportunity to break through to the Transformation Spirit realm, with no set date of return.

He had to buy time—for the slim chance that Ling Wuchen still lived.

And he also had to consider the reputation and stability of the Mystic Sword Sect.

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Spirit Realm, Southern Sea region, Azure Wave Sect, Inner Sect Disciple Area.

Within a cave dwelling whose spiritual energy was clearly superior to the outer sect, complete with an independent courtyard and a simple spirit-gathering formation—

The Nether Soul, or rather Gu Yan’s incarnation using the identity of Lin You, slowly concluded his cultivation.

His aura stabilized steadily at the late-stage Foundation Establishment level.

Among the younger generation of disciples in the Azure Wave Sect, this already placed him among the elite.

After all, the leap from Foundation Establishment to Golden Core was no small threshold. Many inner sect disciples might remain stuck at the peak of Foundation Establishment for their entire lives.

Relying on this remarkable cultivation speed and the occasional display of exquisite understanding of water-element techniques, his status within the Azure Wave Sect had risen steadily.

Liu Qingyun, the guide who had once brought him up from the mortal world—

Now completely restrained the casual attitude he once had when facing him.

In both words and actions, there was even a trace of unconscious respect and ingratiation.

He clearly treated “Senior Brother Lin” as his leader.

There was no helping it—the cultivation world’s rule of strength being supreme was naked and direct. The potential displayed by the Nether Soul deserved such treatment.

In contrast, the other few disciples who had been selected alongside Lin You from various mortal worlds found themselves in an awkward situation.

Most of them were still hovering around the mid-stage Qi Refining realm.

Their cultivation speed lagged far behind Lin You’s.

They were even slightly slower than many disciples of the same intake who were natives of the Spirit Realm.

Combining the information he had gathered over time, the Nether Soul understood the situation clearly.

The Azure Wave Sect—or rather, the Tianyan Dao Sect behind it—held an attitude toward the many mortal worlds under its control that could only be described as perfunctory.

In the Nether Soul’s words, it was a typical “heavenly aristocrat” mindset.

Those born in Rome truly looked down upon those for whom all roads led to Rome.

To the higher echelons of the Spirit Realm, those mortal worlds had thin and impure spiritual energy, and their living beings possessed weak innate foundations.

Aside from a very small number with heaven-defying luck or truly special talents—

The vast majority of cultivators had far lower potential ceilings compared to those born in the Spirit Realm.

For example, the Azure Wave Sect sent disciples down to select candidates every three hundred years.

This was more like a routine procedure—a ritual to assert sovereignty and harvest occasional exceptions—

Rather than a genuine effort to value talent from the lower realms.

As for why the immortal cultivation inheritance in the mortal world where Gu Yan’s main body originally resided—Southern Sea No. 73—had been severed,

And why even the martial path had been deliberately crippled, lacking the continuation of the Eighth and Ninth Revolutions—

The Nether Soul had also uncovered the truth.

This was precisely a “formatting process” carried out by the Tianyan Dao Sect when it granted the management rights of that world to the Azure Wave Sect.

They erased complete inheritances that might bring unforeseen variables.

Leaving behind only crude, easily controllable martial paths.

Ensuring that the world would obediently serve as a provider of specific resources—

Such as certain medicinal herbs or minerals, or a small number of servant-type disciples—

And would not give rise to forces capable of threatening the rule of the higher sect.

“Truly… bureaucracy ruins everything—no, it ruins the development potential of an entire world.”

The Nether Soul shook his head inwardly.

The higher-ups of the Azure Wave Sect seemed completely at ease with this arrangement, enjoying the leisure it brought.

As long as they completed the tribute tasks assigned by the higher sect, that was enough.

They did not truly care about the condition of the lower worlds.

The symbolic meaning far outweighed any real developmental value.

“But this works out well too.”

“On the main body’s side, he can quietly accumulate wealth and develop steadily.”

“If the Azure Wave Sect really carried out large-scale development—mining everywhere, harvesting herbs recklessly, turning everything into chaos—that would be the real trouble.”

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