My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult-Chapter 259 - : Looking Back at the Mountains and Rivers, It’s Already Autumn

Chapter 259: Chapter 259: Looking Back at the Mountains and Rivers, It’s Already Autumn

The agony An Jing felt was like being pierced by tens of thousands of steel needles in his flesh and bones, a tearing, heart-wrenching pain, and what was critical was that his entire body also felt a kind of weakness and exhaustion.

“Absorb those strands of Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence,” Jun Qinglin reminded aloud beside him.

An Jing’s mind sank, and he began to circulate the “Nameless Heart Scripture” to absorb the Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence in his Dantian.

The “Nameless Heart Scripture” is profound and inscrutable in martial arts, embodying the three greatest martial arts that surpass the Heavenly Martial Level of the current era. An Jing had once guessed that if the “Nameless Heart Scripture” were complete, it might be comparable to the rumored Immortal Law.

Although incomplete, it was still not something ordinary martial arts could match.

At the same time, Jun Qinglin also placed his palm on An Jing’s back, his vast True Qi flowing into his body through his palm, helping him refine the Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence within.

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A strand of Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence was quickly guided, circulating through the meridians in his body and melding into his flesh and blood. In no time at all, that strand of Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence was thoroughly absorbed.

The speed at which An Jing refined this Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence clearly surprised Jun Qinglin. He knew that a strand of Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence was an extremely precious existence, yet An Jing managed to refine it in less than the time it took an incense stick to burn.

Beyond having a physical body that far exceeded that of an ordinary Second Qi Grandmaster, he likely fostered a spell that was also extraordinary.

The dark night seemed like boundless thick ink heavily daubed across the sky, with not even the faint light of stars, only a waxing crescent moon hanging in mid-air and the sound of waves “whooshing” could be heard by the ears.

A breeze blew past, and the weather was also somewhat cold.

About another half cup of tea’s time later, An Jing absorbed another strand of Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence and recovered some energy.

“Sigh…”

Jun Qinglin withdrew his True Qi and couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder looking at the mysterious young man before him.

Who would have thought that such a young person would emerge in the vast Jianghu after many years?

An Jing also slowly opened his eyes and said, “Doesn’t the Great Elder want to ask something?”

Jun Qinglin smiled faintly, “If you want to say something, you will. If you don’t, then you won’t. Everyone has their secrets, and I am no different.”

Although he was indeed curious about the sudden surge in An Jing’s strength, he wasn’t the type to pry into others’ secrets.

An Jing smiled and said, “Since it’s already been used, it’s no longer a secret. Actually, I have a secret technique called ‘Ghost Transformation,’ which can burn Divine Soul and Essence Blood to instantly enhance strength. What I used just now was that technique.”

Jun Qinglin nodded slightly, then cautioned, “This secret technique is not bad, but the side effects aren’t small. It would be best to use it sparingly in the future.”

An Jing was able to fight Ye Ding because Ye Ding was injured and did not intend to fight to the death with him.

If one were to say An Jing defeated Ye Ding, it would seem somewhat far-fetched.

However, what was truly terrifying was when he faced an ambush by one Four Qi Grandmaster and two Three Qi Grandmasters and managed to fight against three by himself, slaying two. That’s what was genuinely fearsome.

The strength he displayed in an instant was even comparable to the Master Cultivation at the peak of Four Qi, or perhaps even more terrifying.

If this were under normal circumstances, it would almost be impossible because the Dao is the key to an individual’s strength.

With only Second Qi Cultivation, even if An Jing’s Sword Skill was profound and he was at the Sixth Realm, he still could not have slain a Five Qi Grandmaster.

It is like a child holding an iron sword and an adult with a wooden sword sparring; not to mention whether the child can even hold the iron sword, even if he could, he would not be a match for the adult.

In situations where power levels are not much different, the more powerful one’s skills, the higher their strength. When the disparity in power is too great, the Dao is what becomes most crucial.

Jun Qinglin did not want An Jing to always rely on this secret technique, to depend on it, or to often put himself in peril by using it.

“This Ghost Transformation Secret Technique is not something you can use whenever you want, it requires the burning of the Divine Soul.”

An Jing frowned and said in a deep voice, “The more powerful the Divine Soul you burn, the greater the increase in your cultivation. This time, the Divine Soul I burned was a fragment I obtained from the sealing land of the Evil Suppressing Sword. I don’t know what it was, but I feel that this thing has a myriad of connections with the seal of the Evil Suppressing Sword.”

The fragmented Divine Soul, the peculiar corpse, the catastrophe mentioned by the Buddhist sect, the opportunity spoken of by the Demon Sect, the Undying Blood Jiang Shang sought for…including the reasons behind the fall of the Great Qin Dynasty and the Great Zhou Dynasty.

An Jing grew increasingly curious about what exactly lay beneath this seal.

Jun Qinglin thought for a moment and said, “The matter of the seal is indeed a rare tale, known by very few in the world. Even the records in Outer Heaven are sparse. However, the Royal Family of Yan Kingdom or Zhao Country may know more secrets.”

An Jing said, “The Great Yan Emperor created the Dragon Locking Well, presumably knowing something, or sensing some secret. It would be good if there is a chance to thoroughly investigate this matter.”

One thing leads to another, especially with matters of such vast implications. The Demon Sect, being among the top factions in the world, naturally needed to investigate such earth-shattering secrets to take precautions for the future.

Jun Qinglin gazed into the night sky and said softly, “After the battle at Blue Sky Island, Zhenyi Sect’s Ye Ding died, many who had irreconcilable conflicts with the Demon Sect also died. With this, there are no more obstacles for Outer Heaven’s return to Yan Country, but we must still be wary of Houjin.”

Dongluo Pass is in a very delicate position. Houjin, on its aggressive expansion southwards, would surely seek to remove this thorn in its side, and a major battle between the two is inevitably still to come. Now is not the time for the Demon Sect to let down its guard as it faces the powerful onslaught of Houjin.

However, this mission to Yan Country, in addition to forming an alliance with Yan Country, also gave the Demon Sect a surge in strength. Even if the Demon Sect can’t hold Dongluo Pass, it can retreat into Yan Country’s territory, leaving some room for maneuver.

Zhao Country is still some distance from Dongluo Pass, not a direct threat, but it’s different with Houjin. Dongluo Pass is directly exposed to Houjin’s robust cavalry.

If Houjin is truly intent on attacking Dongluo Pass, who can be confident in withstanding Houjin’s iron cavalry?

An Jing also spoke with some gravity, “The Holy Master of Houjin took forty years to unify the great plains and develop such a powerful royal court, he is certainly no simple figure.”

In An Jing’s heart, Houjin has always been a tremendous threat.

Because the plains are scarce in resources, yet the Holy Master of Houjin managed to make them into one of the mightiest dynasties of the time—not just because of his ability and ambition, but I always feel there are unknown secrets hidden within…

Jun Qinglin looked at An Jing and asked, “What do you plan to do next? Do you intend to find the remaining two pieces of the sword and complete the Evil Suppressing Sword?”

An Jing pondered for a moment but did not say, “Let’s see what the Great Elder has planned, I wonder if the Great Elder intends to visit an old friend?”

Old friend?

Hearing An Jing’s words, Jun Qinglin glanced at the ravaged landscape of Blue Sky Island, then looked into the distance and said indifferently, “I have no old friends.”

An Jing said, “Now that we’re already in the southern part of Yan Country, and since the two pieces of the sword are also in this southern Yan, it makes sense to collect the sword pieces of the Evil Suppressing Sword first.”

Without hesitation, Jun Qinglin replied, “Good, I’ll accompany you.”

An Jing felt reassured with Jun Qinglin by his side, knowing that as long as they didn’t encounter two Five Qi Grandmasters, there would be no problem at all.

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After all, how many forces in the world were there that could deploy two Five Qi Grandmasters?

“Then let’s go.”

An Jing stood up, unable to help but glance at the corpse in front of him, the fresh blood….

“Okay.”

Jun Qinglin pulled up An Jing, turned back for a look at Blue Sky Island with a gaze as if ingraining the image of the desolate island in the night deep into his mind or as if it was a final glance.

The crescent moon’s light carried a hint of chill and solitude as it cast upon the ravaged Blue Sky Island, riddled with wounds and scars.

Life seemed much like the moonlight of the waxing crescent, with some people’s hearts resembling the island at this very moment.

Yet it’s just that, as old friends pass by in mind, when you look back, the landscape has already turned to autumn.

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Outside Blue Sky Island, several sea boats moored on both sides, each carrying torches.

Many Jianghu martial artists still lingered, their eyes fixed on the tranquil Blue Sky Island, as if waiting for something more to happen.

Someone whispered, “What’s happening? We only saw shadows flickering on the Black Ice Platform, and then no one appeared again. Did they all die at the hands of the Black Ice Platform experts?”

The surrounding Jianghu martial artists from Yan Country exchanged looks, their faces showing displeasure.

A man spoke in a muted tone, “Don’t rush, let’s wait and see.”

On a sea boat, a middle-aged man with a horse face and a wide forehead—a rather ugly appearance—looked towards the distant Blue Sky Island with a tense expression.

This man was Chen Wandou, the notorious pirate leader from Wangjing Sea that even the Xuanyi Guard found troublesome.

If it hadn’t been for Second Prince Zhao Mengtai’s secret letter urging him to keep watch over Blue Sky Island, he would never have come to this place, flocking to what might be a deadly excitement.

“What’s going on?”

Chen Wandou furrowed his brow and ordered an underling, “Go and check, what exactly is happening?”

The stout henchman’s body shuddered at the words, hesitation flashing across his face.

Just witnessing the daylight confrontation on Blue Sky Island from a distance was enough to send chills down one’s spine and sow fear in one’s heart. Now, being sent to check raised the risk of offending the terrifying figures on the island, which could cost him his life without even knowing how.

However, he dared not refuse his leader’s command.

Finally, he clenched his teeth and prepared to move forward.

At that moment, two figures soared out from the island.

Under the faint moonlight, it was visible:

Leading was an old man dressed in black, looking extremely aged. By his side was a handsome young man in white.

Although the young man was strikingly attractive, his face was exceedingly pale, and he had to be supported by the elder.

Without a need for words, those present knew who the young man was.

“Isn’t that the Ghost Swordsman? It looks like he sustained severe injuries.”

“The injuries are definitely serious.”

…….

Those around were invigorated, starting to make guesses.

But in the blink of an eye, both figures vanished from the line of sight.

As soon as the two departed, Chen Wandou urgently said, “Quick, go check Blue Sky Island.”

Several sea boats then made their way towards Blue Sky Island, and the moment Chen Wandou set foot on the island, he was shocked by the scene before him.

It wasn’t just him; the pirates and quite a few brave and skilled Jianghu martial artists were stunned as well.

Merely looking at the scene before them, they could imagine how fierce and terrifying the great battle must have been.

“Great Heavenly Yang’s Ye Ding is probably dead and gone,” Chen Wandou speculated coolly. “The Black Ice Platform experts couldn’t kill the Ghost Swordsman, but they did severely wound him, and it seems more likely to be bad than good…”

He wasn’t present for everything that had transpired on Blue Sky Island and naturally did not know what exactly had happened, but observing the aftermath of the horrific battle led him to believe the matter was far from simple.

Those around, hearing Chen Wandou’s words, exchanged looks.

The higher one’s cultivation, the more difficult it is to recover from injuries.

Li Fuzhou once battled Xi Yuanjun, and it took years for him to recover from his injuries. And such fighting between grandmasters would mean even more terrifying injuries.

Seeing the situation just now, it’s certain that the Ghost Swordsman’s wounds are grave.

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Several days later, at Black Bull Ridge on Xuanqing Mountain.

Young boys of various ages bustled about, building a ‘Daoist temple’ with smiles brimming on their faces.

They aimed to complete the Daoist temple before the onset of winter.

Luo Chongyang sat in front of the Thousand Mechanism Palace, looking at the newly completed main hall, a smile instinctively taking shape at the corner of his lips.

The warm sunlight filtered through the faint breath of wind, leisurely and elongated. A subtle fragrance filled the autumn air, saturating the voids between heaven and earth. Under the sun, a slender trail of dust was filled with the figure of an aloof and elegant man who had once been unfathomably lonely as he walked up the mountain.

He was a Taoist, clad in an ordinary gray robe and a wooden crown, exuding a certain immortal charm and a transcendent air.

If Luo Chongyang looked like a crude country Taoist with his rustic manners, then the Taoist before him seemed like a high-minded recluse.

This Taoist was none other than Xiao Qianqiu.

Luo Chongyang noticed him, “You’ve come early again.”

“Congratulations to my junior uncle for breaking through the shackles,” Xiao Qianqiu saluted Luo Chongyang, saying, “This time, my visit is not to seek instruction from my uncle, but to deliver a message.”

Luo Chongyang fell silent for a while before asking, “What news?”

Xiao Qianqiu let out a long sigh and said, “Master and Second Uncle have transcended mortality on Blue Sky Island.”

“…..”

Even though he had anticipated such a day would come, upon hearing Xiao Qianqiu’s words, Luo Chongyang couldn’t help but shudder inwardly.

The last time he went to find Ye Ding, although unclear about Ye Ding’s plans, he saw the determination in the eyes of an aging Ye Ding. Based on his understanding of his martial brother, he vaguely guessed some of it.

Moreover, it was rare for Ye Ding not to send him back to the Zhenyi Sect but instead reminisced about the days when they studied Dao on Zhenyi Mountain together.

Luo Chongyang murmured to himself in a low voice, “Gone, huh?”

Their brotherhood had never been about significant grudges or grievances; after all, they had been martial brothers for decades. Together, the three had once joined forces to subdue the elder experts of their generation in the Zhenyi Sect, allowing Ye Ding to ascend to the position of Sect Leader.

Such grudges, with their deaths, also completely dissipated from his heart.

Suddenly, at this moment, Luo Chongyang felt a certain emptiness and loneliness within his heart. His mind wandered to the thought of what today would be like if he had not left the Zhenyi Sect in the first place?

Bathed in sunlight, Luo Chongyang gazed at the lush green mountains before him, his mind filled with images of the decades spent with his brothers, as if it were only yesterday.

The once-famed Three Heroes of Zhenyi now only he remained.

He didn’t know what to say, simply turning his head to look at the newly constructed great hall before him.

Ye Ding was dead!

Yu Ying was dead!

Who would be next?

Who in the world cannot die?

Xiao Qianqiu, watching the back of the elderly Daoist, turned to look at the fallen leaves on the ground and said, “Little Uncle, fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots.”

Fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots.

Luo Chongyang remained silent, just quietly gazing into the distance.

Xiao Qianqiu also did not speak.

The two Daoists stood in silence, one looking at the great hall before him, and the other at the back of the other Daoist.

After a long while, Luo Chongyang asked, “How many old fellows are left atop Hidden Mountain?”

Xiao Qianqiu replied, “Only Hualian, the Grand Elder remains. The others have transcended.”

Luo Chongyang thought of that person, and softly said, “He was a carefree wanderer of Jianghu. Thirty years ago, he closed himself off in Hidden Mountain, trapped by love. Such a man, even if the Zhenyi Sect were to be destroyed, is unlikely to leave the mountain.”

“He seems alive, but in truth, he died many years ago.”

Xiao Qianqiu bowed and said earnestly, “That’s why the Zhenyi Sect now lacks Little Uncle’s presence, and Little Uncle also needs the Zhenyi Sect.”

His purpose for coming today was precisely this— a matter entrusted by Ye Ding before he left the mountain.

The vast National Religion cannot be without a powerful master to guard it.

In this Jianghu, only strength brings fame, and fame brings benefits. Ultimately, power remains of the essence.

The grudges Ye Ding settled were not only within Jianghu but also with the Human Emperor’s court and with his martial brother, Luo Chongyang.

The Zhenyi Sect needs someone like Luo Chongyang, a cultivator pure in his pursuit of Dao.

And Luo Chongyang also needs the Zhenyi Sect, to carry the true teachings of Dao forward.

“Return to the Zhenyi Sect, huh?”

Luo Chongyang murmured to himself, his thoughts turning to another martial nephew, inadvertently saying, “You and the Ghost Swordsman from the Demon Sect…..”

Xiao Qianqiu calmly said, “I will wait for him on Zhenyi Mountain.”

Luo Chongyang, puzzled, asked, “Don’t you need the ‘Jade Emperor Scripture’?”

The competition among the Zhenyi Sect, the Daluo Sect, and the Ghost Valley Sect wasn’t just a struggle for the legitimate position of Daoist Master. It also revolved around the exalted martial arts of the ‘Jade Emperor Scripture’, a complete scripture that could only be compiled by gathering the teachings from all three sects.

With talents like Xiao Qianqiu and the Ghost Swordsman, should they cultivate the complete ‘Jade Emperor Scripture’, not only would their power surge dramatically, but their chances of breaking through restraints would also increase.

Xiao Qianqiu pulled out an ancient bronze mirror from his bosom, the Treasure Venerate’s Mirror, a phenomenon of the Mystical Sect.

Only now, cracks had formed on the Heavenly Venerate’s Mirror.

“This is…?”

Seeing the shattered treasure, Luo Chongyang’s composed expression grew heavy.

As a disciple of the Mystical Sect, not only was he familiar with the Treasure Venerate’s Mirror, but he also knew well the legends surrounding it.

It was said that when the Heavenly Venerate’s Mirror shattered, the Mystical Sect’s Ancestor Master would return. And now, the mirror had indeed been broken.

With this thought, Luo Chongyang looked back at his martial nephew, his eyes filled with complexity.

“My nephew has obtained the complete ‘Jade Emperor Scripture’ and, moreover, the Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence left by the Mystical Sect’s Ancestor Master.”

Xiao Qianqiu presented a carefully prepared manuscript, saying, “This is the ‘Jade Emperor Scripture’ transcribed by my nephew.”

Luo Chongyang looked at the manuscript before him. This top-tier heart method of martial arts, which had once set the hearts of masters from Zhenyi Sect, Ghost Valley Sect, and Daluo Sect racing, was now lying in front of him.

All he had to do was reach out, and this martial technique would be his.

Luo Chongyang said, “You must understand, only the Daoist Master of the Mystical Sect has the right to cultivate the ‘Jade Emperor Scripture’. This is the rule of the Mystical Sect.”

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Qianqiu earnestly replied, “Initially, my nephew thought the same, that as the unique Daoist Master of the Mystical Sect, he should naturally cultivate the unique ‘Jade Emperor Scripture’. But after Master told me about the hidden secrets of the Mystical Sect’s schism, I began to think that in comparison to a power like Black Ice Platform, the Mystical Sect is now declining. With the Demon Sect of Yan Country and Buddhism returning, nobody knows what the future holds. If one day the Mystical Sect disappears, the ‘Jade Emperor Scripture’ will simply become a trophy on the shelf of other sects and powers—what meaning would it all have then?”

“Therefore, my nephew began to think that rules are dead but people are alive; one cannot cling to rules until death, can they?”

Xiao Qianqiu looked at the ‘Jade Emperor Scripture’ in his hands, his eyes extremely serene, as many truths had become apparent with the passing of time.

Luo Chongyang nodded, deeply moved by Xiao Qianqiu’s words.

Rules are dead, but people are alive.

As times change, so must the rules adapt.

He couldn’t help but think of Ye Ding and Yu Ying’s past actions. Perhaps their methods were not wrong then, for how else could the Zhenyi Sect have thrived to this day?

Now, looking at his own disciple, he strangely saw the shadows of Ye Ding and Yu Ying in him, yet there was also something different.

“I will accept this ‘Jade Emperor Scripture’.”

Luo Chongyang didn’t beat around the bush, “Although I won’t practice the ‘Jade Emperor Scripture’, I am very curious about this mental method. I will return it to you once I am done reading it.”

As a top-notch expert, he was naturally very curious about this mental method that surpassed conventional Heavenly Martial Arts.

Xiao Qianqiu smiled without saying a word.

As Luo Chongyang looked at the mountains and clear water before his eyes, he once pondered when he could build Daoist temples on the barren lands under heaven. Now, he wondered when there would no longer be barren lands anywhere.

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In Yujing City, within the Imperial Palace, the Imperial Study Room.

The eunuch Bai Mei hurried in, his expression grave.

The Great Hall above was filled with a purple haze.

Bai Mei said in a deep voice, “Your Majesty, Meng Zhaodou has sent news of the battle on Blue Sky Island.”

“Speak.”

The voice behind the bead curtain was succinct and to the point.

Bai Mei organized his thoughts before speaking, “All of the Yan Country’s Jianghu experts involved in the Blue Sky Island battle died, along with some outliers from Zhao Country. Not a single one survived. Zhenyi Sect’s Ye Ding and Yu Ying also perished. The Ghost Swordsman was severely injured and his condition is unknown. It seems it will take several years to recover. Zhao Country’s Black Ice Platform experts emerged, with Qu Renlin and Chu Yun of the Eight Great Heavenly Slaughters dying, Lv Qiujian severely injured, and Ye Ding’s aforementioned Jun Qinglin and Qi Xuan Dao both appeared. After a brief exchange, seeing no certainty in killing each other, they hastily left.”

That Emperor who presided over the Imperial Palace fell silent upon hearing this.

“It seems Jun Qinglin is indeed still alive…”

Jun Qinglin, the famously skilled fighter, was indeed someone the Human Emperor once feared greatly.

The eunuch Bai Mei laughed, “Without Jun Qinglin, how could Jiang Shang have had the courage to raise the banner of rebellion? Merely with some remnants of rebels?

The voice behind the bead curtain asked, “Elder Statesman, do you think they can rise again from the ashes?”

Elder Statesman, a once very familiar term that now felt quite alien.

Bai Mei bowed, “The general trend of the world is set. Those who have died are turned to ashes and blown away. How can they ever rise again?”

Twenty years ago, the Demon Sect was a Sect registered with the Yan Kingdom Court’s Ministry of Revenue and had even received a Mountain Opening Order from the Yan Kingdom Court.

The Court and the Jianghu were inseparable, entwined in countless ways.

The Demon Sect’s rebellion was not as simple as the common people in the Jianghu imagined.

“There are always those who are rather nostalgic, something we must guard against.”

The Human Emperor slowly said, “Regarding this battle on Blue Sky Island, if Jun Qinglin and Qi Xuan Dao had perished together…”

If those two Five Qi Grandmasters had died fighting each other, it would have been more than welcome. Now, it seems they merely tested each other. Although the Black Ice Platform suffered significant losses and the Demon Sect’s Ghost Swordsman was severely injured, they did not damage the vital strength of either faction.

The Black Ice Platform was a hidden threat, and the Demon Sect was like a soft nail hammered into his heart, even after so many years.

Nevertheless, the grievous damage to the Black Ice Platform and the emergence of the Demon Sect’s top master, along with Ye Ding and Yu Ying’s departure, could also be seen as a positive development.

“That old fellow Jun Qinglin, even if he doesn’t die, his days are numbered.”

After pondering for a moment, Bai Mei said, “If the Human Emperor is worried, we could use the Dulu Sword…”

At this, Bai Mei paused slightly.

The Human Emperor also fell into thought, “The Dulu Sword?”

The Dulu Sword, the number one sword on the Famous Sword List.

This sword had once caused countless slaughters and had been coveted by numerous swordsmen.

The name Dulu Sword implied that if the world was like a deer, one person would claim it exclusively, and that was the origin of the name of this uniquely forged sword.

The Dulu Sword had been kept in the treasury of Yan Country for hundreds of years now, yet to be claimed or awarded to anyone by the Great Yan Emperor.

The number one sword in the world, left untouched for centuries, was indeed a regret.

Bai Mei continued, “Furthermore, the Sword Demon has been appearing frequently, indicating that Yu’er is growing impatient. Just another bait is needed to make Yu’er bite the hook completely.”

The Human Emperor agreed, “Fishing requires not only patience but also sufficient bait. Let’s follow the Elder Statesman’s suggestion. I will provide the bait, and it remains to be seen whether the fish will take it.”

Bai Mei bowed deeply, “Your Majesty is wise.”

The Human Emperor decided, “As for Xuanqing Mountain’s Mountain Opening Order, give it to Zhenyi Sect. Xiao Qianqiu wishes to become a major force, then I shall lend him a helping hand.”

Xuanqing Mountain was indeed the Ancestral Court of the Mystical Sect.

Due to its unique location, the Yan Kingdom Court had always kept the Mountain Opening Order in its possession, never granting it to any Sect.

Giving the Mountain Opening Order to Zhenyi Sect was not only a response to Ye Ding, but also carried other profound implications.

Xiao Qianqiu was the most likely person to break through the shackles and achieve greatness. Now that he had grown powerful, the Human Emperor did not mind offering a helping hand.

After all, Zhenyi Sect was the National Religion of Yan Country, and Ye Ding understood that they would prosper or suffer together, something the Human Emperor was also well aware of.

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PS: There’s a Qidian event with extra chapters available. I don’t quite understand it myself, but the editors asked me to write it. There will be another chapter tonight.