974: Chapter 972: Xin’s Orphan 974: Chapter 972: Xin’s Orphan As ti passed, night fell swiftly.
In a hidden location in China, within a grand and luxurious palace, Protector Ping and the two elders who had appeared at Cang Mountain were now present.
Before them stood a middle-aged man clad in a resplendent robe, his features solemn and his eyes sharp like a hawk’s.
He radiated an invisible aura of authority but showed no fluctuations of True Qi, appearing just like an ordinary person.
“Clan Leader, the matter unfolded just as so.
Based on our deductions, the current owner of the Minghong Blade must be related to that person; otherwise, the people from Dragon Soul wouldn’t have aided him so, nor said such things,”
one of the elder’s spoke.
The middle-aged man, known as Situ Hong of the Situ Clan, had a glint in his eyes.
“I hadn’t expected the master of the Minghong Blade to be related to him, no wonder he could control the Minghong Blade.
It seems this young man is also a defiant being just like him!”
Situ Hong’s eyes flickered with reminiscence and a trace of fear was faintly visible.
“Clan Leader, what should we do now?”
another elder asked.
“Since he’s involved, let them take the Minghong Blade.
I’ve heard that the ancestor of the Xuanyuan Clan has reached that level, perhaps he could contend with him.
The Minghong Blade was originally suppressed and sealed by them, so they should be responsible for it.
Our Situ Clan cannot afford to provoke that person for the ti being,”
Situ Hong said indifferently.
Under the beautifully bleak night sky, silent and shrouded in clouds, the moonlight sprinkled specks of light here and there,
In a certain part of China, there lay ruins of crumbled walls and ravaged bricks, once obviously a grand and majestic residence, now reduced to rubble.
From the scene, it looked as though a great battle had taken place here with traces of flas that had scorched the earth.
Scattered around were several broken, rusted swords, and a damaged, worn-out plaque that faintly bore the word ‘Xin’.
In the darkness, this place conveyed a ghastly and terrifying aura, as if one could hear the wails of lost souls.
Soti during the night, a cold breeze stirred, and before this plaque bearing ‘Xin,’ a man in his mid-twenties appeared.
He was dressed in black, carrying a long object wrapped in black cloth on his back, his forehead adorned with several strands of loose hair.
The man had a stern face, sharp and carved like out of stone, with a scar stretching from the left to the right side of his face, adding a fierce quality to his otherwise handso face.
His eyes were filled with darkness, coldness, murderous intent, hatred, and anger, intertwining to reflect this man’s extraordinary nature.
Thump!
He knelt heavily before the broken plaque, kowtowing thrice forcefully.
“Father, mother, grandfather, revered ancestors, Jian Chen is here to see you!”
The man’s voice was hoarse, sounding chanical as if he hadn’t spoken in years, and sowhat grating.
“Rest assured, if Jian Chen does not avenge the Xin Clan in this life, I will not rest.
Even if it costs everything, I will annihilate him to comfort the spirits of the Xin Clan!”
His hoarse, chilly voice carried boundless murderous intent, a biting coldness spreading out, making one shiver.
“Who’s there?”
The man’s eyebrows furrowed sharply, and his gaze swept piercingly across as Situ Hong’s figure appeared.
“Clan Leader Situ, what brings you here?”
The man stared at Situ Hong, his voice still hoarsely chill as he spoke.
“Back in the day, I was close friends with your father, naturally, I ca to pay him a visit.
I hadn’t expected you to be back.
Judging by your appearance, you must have gained quite a bit in the secret realms of the Xin Clan,”
Situ Hong said lightly.
“That’s none of your business.
What do you want to say?”
The man’s voice was hoarse as he spoke.
“I know you have always wanted revenge, but I must remind you that with your current strength, it may take decades before you can kill that man and avenge your family.”
Situ Hong began to speak.
“This has nothing to do with you!”
The man retorted coldly.
“Recently, a young man nad Xiao Yifeng has appeared; his relationship with that man is quite special and likely very close, possibly as his disciple or grandson.”
Situ Hong said in a deep voice.
“Xiao Yifeng!”
A terrifyingly sharp cold light burst from the man’s eyes, and a horrifying intent to kill was released from his body, sweeping across Heaven and Earth.
For a mont, the surrounding void was completely annihilated by this murderous intent.
“That’s right, he’s in the secular world.
That’s all I can tell you.”
After saying this, Situ Hong left the place.
The man stood there alone, with boundless murderous intent erupting from him, and gusts of wind swept around him.
Then, the man knelt and kowtowed three tis before leaving the place.
The moon set and the sun rose, and a new day soon arrived.
In North Shu of China, there was a mountain secluded from the world, emanating rich Spiritual Energy.
Atop this mountain, there was a massive Sect known as Tianyin Sect.
As a first-rate sect in the Chinese Martial Arts World, although Tianyin Sect wasn’t as grand and imposing as other first-rate sects, its scale was not small, and because Tianyin Sect consisted of all female disciples, it had a sanctified and tranquil atmosphere.
After traveling overnight, Gu Qingcheng, accompanied by Xiao Yifeng and bringing along Little Xiuxiu for precaution, in case a fight broke out, where the little one could lend a hand, arrived outside Tianyin Sect.
Standing outside Tianyin Sect, Xiao Yifeng could distinctly feel the rich Spiritual Energy here, several tis more abundant than that around Tang Sect.
“Welco back, Senior Sister!”
Two female disciples in white clothes, holding longswords, stood outside Tianyin Sect and hurriedly bowed to Gu Qingcheng.
“This is Tianyin Sect.
Follow inside, I don’t know if Master has dealt with Ji Shijie yet.”
Gu Qingcheng spoke and walked inside with Xiao Yifeng.
Entering Tianyin Sect, the Spiritual Energy here seed even more abundant.
Practicing here would definitely yield twice the result with half the effort.
It was indeed different in a first-rate sect of the Martial Arts World.
However, Xiao Yifeng soon found that Tianyin Sect was a paradise for n; all the disciples here were female, each possessing top-notch beauty, features, and figures.
Due to their cultivation, each had an extraordinary deanor, a notch higher than the secular beauties.
Surrounded by so many beautiful won, Xiao Yifeng found it sowhat dizzying.
“Senior Sister!”
A female disciple approached Gu Qingcheng and spoke with her fists cupped in front of her chest.
“Where is Master?
Has she dealt with Ji Shijie?”
Gu Qingcheng asked directly.
“Master is entertaining guests, she has not yet dealt with Ji Shijie!”
The female disciple replied.
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