Chapter 12

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Sect Master, if I’m not mistaken, this attack should be the sixth level (perfection) of the Heaven-Splitting Sword Finger! “Elder Xu of the Training Hall said slowly.

“The perfection level of the Heaven-Splitting Sword Finger?” Zhang Qishan’s eyes immediately widened in disbelief.

The Heaven-Splitting Sword Finger was created by the tenth-generation sword master. It was one of the techniques that sword masters of every generation had to learn.

However, what surprised him was that even he had only cultivated this sword finger to the third level (minor accomplishment). The main reason was that he was not good at finger techniques and could not fully master them.

Now, someone had actually cultivated this sword finger to the perfection level?

“Sect Master, I once saw a Heaven-Splitting Sword Intent in the small forest behind the training peak ten years ago. It was the third level (minor accomplishment) of the Heaven-Splitting Sword Intent.” Elder Xu recalled.

“Ten years ago?”

Zhang Qishan’s pupils constricted as if something struck him. He glanced at everyone and slowly said, “After hearing what you said, I suddenly thought of a secret legend of the Sword Control Sect.

“Our Sword Control Sect has a forbidden area deep within Qianyuan Mountain called the Black Cave Cliff.

“This is an extremely steep cliff. Not only are there countless caves on this cliff, but there are also hundreds of coffins embedded on the top of the cliff.

“Only the sword masters of our Sword Control Sect or the elders who are about to develop closed-door cultivation can go there.

“If the elders or sword masters fail to develop the cultivation, they’ll choose a coffin and bury it on the spot.

“Perhaps what you saw ten years ago and what happened today were all done by the same person.

“I guess that it’s possible that one of the sword masters or elders of our Sword Control Sect has resurrected and killed the Blood Soul Demon Master.”

After saying that, he let out a sigh of relief.

After everyone heard the legend, they nodded in shock.

This was the only possibility that could explain what happened in front of them.

This made everyone excited.

There were hundreds of seniors lying on the Black Cave Cliff!

Any one of them could beat up the Blood Soul Demon Master if they were resurrected.

It turned out that the Sword Control Sect had such a powerful foundation.

Many of the core disciples excitedly whispered amongst themselves, guessing which senior it was.

The elders also thought about going back and carefully looking at the sect’s name list, trying to find that senior expert.

However, no matter how they guessed, they could not find the real answer.

If they found out that Wu Ye, who had nothing to do all day in the sect, was the ‘senior’ who killed the Blood Soul Demon Master and the Ghost Daoist, they would probably be dumbfounded.

Such an outcome would change their understanding of him.

However, to Wu Ye, these things were just a small interlude in the sign-in process.

He threw out a black iron long sword in the Sword Master Hall and did not directly kill the Blood Soul Demon Master and the Ghost Daoist only because he did not want to expose his identity.

…

Time passed in a flash.

Three months passed.

After the incident regarding the Blood Soul Demon Master and the Ghost Daoist, all the disciples of the Sword Control Sect became extremely hard-working in their cultivation.

Everyone, including Zhang Qishan, the elders, and ordinary disciples of the Deacon Hall, began to work hard.

They were humiliated at the demon-slaying tower that night where they were suppressed by the demon sect. They could not even die together and were at the mercy of others.

They did not want to face such humiliation again.

However, even if the entire Sword Control Sect was working hard in their cultivation, Wu Ye was still acting on his own.

As usual, he spent two hours a day finishing the planting task, and then began to wander around in the morning and at night.

However, seeing that so many people were working hard to cultivate, Wu Ye did not want to attract too much attention.

He decided to set aside four hours a day to practice some sword techniques.

Even so, everyone felt that this was what he was supposed to do.

This did not change others’ impression of him because he still strolled around most of the time.

During these three months, the Sword Control Sect was not the only one affected.

The news that the seal of the demon-slaying tower was broken and the Blood Soul Demon Master broke free of the seal had spread among the various subordinate factions around the Sword Control Sect.

When the various factions heard the news, they immediately panicked.

After all, once the Sword Control Sect was destroyed and annexed, it would be even more impossible for less powerful forces like them to resist.

However, when they heard that the Blood Soul Demon Master had been killed by a senior in the Sword Control Sect with a single sword strike, they were even more shocked and dumbfounded. Their mouths were so wide open that a bun could fit in each of them.

Hence, all of them began to inquire about the senior.

As a result, the news spread further and turned out that “In the Sword Control Sect, one of the seven previous sword masters has been resurrected!”

The surrounding factions once again attached importance to the Sword Control Sect in an instant.

The Sword Control Sect was still an incomparably mysterious, deep-rooted, and terrifying sect.

Originally, due to the decline of the Sword Control Sect, the factions had a somewhat cold relationship with each other. Now, they were shamelessly buttering the sect up one after another. They posted invitations, wanting to pay a visit to the Sword Control Sect.

At this moment, Zhang Qishan looked at the invitations on the low table in the meeting hall of the Sword Control Sect, his eyes filled with helplessness.

He had seen all of these invitations.

Most of them involved boasting about him and the Sword Control Sect or asking how the Blood Soul Demon Master died.

Their ultimate goal was to meet the “Old Sword Master” in the sect.

“Sword master? I also hope that the Sword Control Sect has a sword master to oversee it!”

Zhang Qishan shook his head with a bitter smile. He had searched for the senior for three months, but the senior was nowhere to be found.

Many elders and disciples were kneeling and begging in the Sword Master Hall.

The disciples were observing the mountain to see if there was anything unusual, such as the sword marks.

Even so, they found nothing in the end.

It was as if the senior did not exist.

Zhang Qishan piled these invitations aside and drank a mouthful of spirit tea. He looked out, and his eyes rested on the demon-slaying peak outside the hall.

“You want to see him? I want to see him too.”

He also wanted to see how the Blood Soul Demon Master was killed by a sword.

…

In the western region of the Northern Spirit Realm.

In a dark and desolate mountain in the Death Language Secret Realm of the mountain range.

The main hall of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

A tall and thin man who exuded an evil aura was sitting on a long seat with an unsightly expression.

He was the current sect master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, Li Xiao!

On the left and right sides of the guardian position below him, there was only one guardian on the right side.

Standing below him were various elders, who had their own thoughts. Some of them had even begun to look at the empty spot on Li Xiao’s left side.

“Tell me about the demon master. The left guardian was killed by a mysterious expert.”

Li Xiao narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze across the crowd as he spoke in a deep voice..