My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 52 Arch

At this moment, everyone saw an old lady appear above them. She was so small and thin that her stature resembled a child’s, but her bowed back and wrinkled face clearly depicted her advanced age.

"Who is that old lady?"

"Wow! She’s walking on air!"

"She must be at least in the Golden Core realm. But why do I feel such overwhelming spiritual pressure emanating from her?"

The crowd murmured among themselves, speculating about the identity of this mysterious old woman.

"Matriarch?!" a middle-aged man in regal purple robes suddenly exclaimed, his voice trembling as he bowed deeply in her direction.

"This junior greets you, Matriarch!" he shouted reverently.

The rest of the elders and disciples quickly followed his example, their expressions a mix of awe and confusion.

They had no idea who this Matriarch was, as she had erased her identity from the annals of time. Yet, her presence was undeniable.

This woman had lived for more than 5,000 years and was, in fact, the wife of the founder of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Her identity was a closely guarded secret, known only to the current sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"…" The very old woman, referred to as the matriarch, did not speak as she descended onto the arena where the winner of the competition was supposed to be announced.

Upon landing, she waved her thin, withered hand, and swords materialized in the air above her.

Without warning, they began to rain down, targeting the disciples of the Stone Mountain Sect, especially their 24 elite members.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The flashing sword lights descended relentlessly, causing chaos among the audience.

"Run for your lives!"

"The old lady has gone mad!"

"Don’t cause a stampede!"

Mortals in the audience scattered in panic, while the cultivators remained rooted, keen to observe the unfolding events.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The 24 disciples of the Stone Mountain Sect appeared unscathed, their bodies moving at extreme speeds, faster than what should have been possible. Yet, the rain of swords continued unabated.

Then, something strange occurred: the disciples’ bodies became encased in a silver-colored hue, a phenomenon that enveloped them from head to toe.

Moments later, they vanished into thin air, leaving behind nothing but silence.

"Where did they go?"

"Why are you asking me, fool?"

"Did they die?"

For several minutes, the arena remained eerily quiet. The matriarch finally ceased her attack, and a few breaths later, the 24 disciples reappeared before everyone’s eyes.

"Can someone explain to me what just happened here?" a confused mortal asked aloud, voicing the collective bewilderment of the audience.

The old woman whispered to herself, "What a miracle. It’s truly a manifestation of Dao essence. But how?!" She paused for a few breaths, her gaze distant, as if trying to process what she had just witnessed.

Her eyes flicked to the 24 Stone Mountain disciples, each of them standing in disciplined silence. They were staring at her like she was a madwoman—and perhaps she was, in that moment.

The sight had stunned her to her core, and she needed to confirm that her aged eyes were not betraying her. After all, it wasn’t every day one saw such a phenomenon.

"I’m sorry, children. It was not right of me to attack you so suddenly," she said, her tone softened with regret. She bowed slightly, an unusual gesture for someone of her stature.

"But I simply cannot fathom how ones so young could wield the Dao essence of both wind and light simultaneously. Such mastery should take thousands of years of cultivation. Can you tell me who your master is?"

The disciples exchanged uncertain glances, as though they were unsure how to respond. Finally, one of them stepped forward, a young man with a determined expression.

"Elder Riley," he replied with confidence.

As the name was spoken, a middle-aged man in regal purple robes appeared beside them, his presence commanding yet not overbearing.

His expression was calm, but his eyes revealed a sharp intellect and an unwavering resolve. He gave a respectful bow to the old woman.

"Matriarch, I am Nolan Shaper, the current Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect. That man down there is Elder Riley Mason, and he…" Nolan began, quickly summarizing Riley’s accomplishments and background. His voice was steady, filled with pride for his sect and its members.

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The old woman’s eyes gleamed with interest as she listened. She stroked her chin thoughtfully, nodding along as Nolan spoke. When he finished, she turned her attention back to him.

"Fascinating. Elder Riley, my name is Daoist Silver Sword. May I have a private word with you?"

Riley, who had been observing quietly from a distance, stepped forward and gave a respectful nod.

"Of course, Daoist Silver Sword. Please, lead the way."

Without another word, she gestured for him to follow her, and together they walked through the grand halls of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The architecture was as imposing as it was beautiful, with intricate carvings depicting the sect’s storied history and achievements.

The disciples watched them go with a mixture of curiosity and awe, their whispers filling the air like the rustling of leaves.

Eventually, they arrived at a secluded chamber deep within the sect. The room was sparsely furnished, with only a simple wooden table and two chairs.

A soft light emanated from glowing crystals embedded in the walls, casting a serene ambiance over the space. Daoist Silver Sword took a seat, and Riley followed suit, his posture respectful but relaxed.

Once they were alone, the atmosphere grew still, charged with an air of mystery. Daoist Silver Sword fixed Riley with an intent gaze, her eyes piercing yet not unkind.

There was an unspoken weight to her presence, the kind that came from thousands of years of cultivation and profound understanding of the Dao.

"Young Master Riley, may I ask who your master is?" she inquired, her voice laced with utmost respect.

Riley’s expression remained composed, though a flicker of hesitation glimmered in his eyes.

"I was fortunate enough to inherit all my grandfather’s teachings. Sadly, I never had the chance to meet him—I only know of him through the cultivation manuals he left behind." Riley lied.