"Venerable Lord, Zhuji Pavilion sent word, reminding us that the Outer Realm Evil Cult is making a coback, urging us to pay attention to this matter." At the cliff’s edge, an elder courteously saluted the person sitting cross-legged at the brink, speaking respectfully.
The person seated, dressed loosely, had a majestic silhouette, with black hair cascading freely, whipped into motion by the mountain breeze.
A rustic, crimson longsword was slung across his waist and back.
This person was the Sword Venerable, known as the best in the world!
"Send so people to check it out." The Sword Venerable spoke calmly and impartially.
"Yes." The elder responded, hesitatingly saying, "The Young Master has always wanted to descend the mountain to travel..."
"Let him go along."
"All right, I’ll inform him imdiately." The elder nodded and withdrew.
On the sheer cliff on the other side of Sword Cliff, countless sword blades were densely embedded, appearing to be in their thousands.
So blades were rusted, others were broken and only half remained.
Halfway up the precipice among the groups of swords, there was a small stone platform,
On the stone platform, a young man was ditating with his eyes closed, a longsword placed upon his knees.
Unknown what material this sword was made from, its hilt to blade presented a pale cyan tallic color, seemingly ford naturally.
The young man was handso, with an aura of cold and solemnity, dressed in a dark purple brocade robe.
"Young Master, the Sword Venerable has granted you permission to descend the mountain."
The elder lightly stepped downwards from the cliff, landing gracefully, and spoke.
Upon hearing this, the young man’s eyelids twitched slightly, before opening his eyes, a profound and indifferent gaze within.
"What is it?"
"In the North, Wangyue Prefecture, the Outer Realm Evil Cult mbers are causing trouble, you need to investigate." The elder explained.
"Hmm."
anwhile, upon receiving Zhuji Pavilion’s ssage, other Hidden Sects also took action, dispatching investigative teams.
Years ago, Ghost Blade Sect erged suddenly, plunging the entire Da Han Dynasty into turmoil, and its remaining influence is still felt today.
To prevent a recurrence of the past, these Hidden Sects cannot remain indifferent and detached in face of this matter.
Moreover, besides Hidden Sects dispatching people, various top factions or forces in Jianghu, upon learning of this issue, were also unsettled, dispatching scouts or support teams to confront the external threat together.
Soon, Wangyue Prefecture beca bustling with activity.
With Zhuji Pavilion’s ssage spreading, more than half of Jianghu focused on the Outer Realm Evil Cult invasion.
Days passed, with the thick fog continuing to spill over more mountains and lands, destroying more villages and towns.
And the fog’s trend of spreading further into Da Han Dynasty showed no signs of stopping.
At the fringe of the dense fog, the mist suddenly rolled violently.
Monts later, several figures dashed out in distress, clad in white with crescent moon patterns, the attire of Wangyue Pavilion’s disciples.
One of them was Guan Weijing.
"What should we do, Elder Zhou is still inside!"
"Staying won’t help, go back and seek reinforcents!" Guan Weijing suggested, gritting his teeth.
At this point, he was not only in a sorry state but also badly injured, covered in blood.
If he didn’t return, his life would be in jeopardy. He was reluctant to remain here.
"You all go for reinforcents quickly!" Fang Yingru commanded, without turning back, delving into the fog again.
He, older among the disciples, appeared more composed, being one of Wangyue Pavilion’s core disciples, having entered the sect earlier with top-tier talent and aptitude, thus far superior to Guan Weijing.
Ranked among the top three in disciple strength within Wangyue Pavilion, poised to secure a spot on the Celestial List in the future!
"One person going for reinforcents is enough, Junior Brother Guan, you go back!"
After saying this, the other senior and junior brothers plunged into the fog, disappearing.
Leaving Guan Weijing with an expression of uncertainty, he didn’t expect these brothers to show such grit in perilous monts.
This left him appearing like a deserter, fleeing back to the sect alone, feeling awkward.
"Hmph!" Nonetheless, Guan Weijing eventually ran towards the mountain gate without hesitation.
Returning to the fog ant nine deaths and one life!
Inside Wangyue Pavilion.
"Weijing, why did only you return! Elder Zhou?" The steward guarding the mountain gate imdiately stopped Guan Weijing, all covered in blood, and asked.
"I, I returned for reinforcents, inside the fog we encountered, encountered remnants of Ghost Blade Sect!" Guan Weijing spoke urgently, gasping for breath.
"What!" The steward’s expression changed dramatically upon hearing ’Ghost Blade Sect’.
"Elder Zhou and Senior Brother Fang are still waiting for sect support, I must see the Pavilion Master!" Guan Weijing replied urgently.
"Co, Junior Brother, quickly follow up the mountain!" The steward no longer delayed, hastily leading the way back to Wangyue Pavilion.
The news spread, quickly alarming the upper echelons and the older generation of powerhouses within Wangyue Pavilion.
Many of them had experienced events from over sixty years ago, deeply wary of Ghost Blade Sect.
In the council hall, the powerful figures of Wangyue Pavilion, rarely gathered in one place, each with a formidable presence, emitted astounding energy ripples, seemingly creating magnetic fields, causing the air in the hall to freeze solid.
"This matter requires urgent handling. Yuehan, where is Pavilion Master Su?" A senior in the council hall questioned.
"My sister sensed sothing a month ago and is secluded in ditation, she instructed not to disturb her unless it’s a life or death situation, currently, all matters within the pavilion are under my full control." Su Yuehan responded.
"Oh!" Another elderly elder’s eyes lit up upon hearing this, stating, "After so many years, could her Inner Qi Cultivation finally be breaking through!"
Upon hearing this, the other elders within the pavilion perked up, eagerly watching Vice Pavilion Master Su Yuehan for confirmation.
It seed that her cultivation breakthrough was more crucial than the rescue.
"When my sister erges from seclusion, everyone will be inford. For now, aid is needed." Su Yuehan redirected focus back to the urgent matter.
"Zhou Yan’s strength is formidable, yet pushed to this extent, this is no trivial matter, I’ll go." A white-bearded elder proposed.
Su Yuehan nodded, "Everything rests on Elder Hou."
"No problem." Hou Chuanzheng waved his hand, directly turning to leave.
Exiting the hall, he hastily gathered several stewards from the sect, heading straight into the fog.
Although reluctant, Guan Weijing, after so quick treatnt of his injuries, had to return to the fog to guide the support team.
"Yan’Er, what do you think of Senior Brother Fang and them? Are they okay?" Upon hearing the spread of the news, Shen Xueyu frowned and asked.
In all her years in the sect, she had never seen Wangyue Pavilion in such chaos, not even the elder who ventured out had returned.
Liu Yan’Er shook her head, the unfolding of this incident was beyond what disciples like them could anticipate.
"Senior Brother Fang is very capable, and Elder Hou is going too, they should be alright..."
"Those Outer Realm Evil Cult mbers are terrifying..."
"Hmm..."
As Liu Yan’Er spoke, she also felt so worry, glancing back at the distant hall where her master managed the overall situation.
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