Capítulo 1064: Chapter 752: The Answer in Four Words, Two Sentences (Part 2)
If you perform more outstandingly and can invoke the resonance of the Yuanli Sword Soul, that is the supre opportunity and honor. It will lead to being cultivated as the heir to the Thirteen Sword Masters, with future achievents surpassing the Elder of Offering Swords.
On hearing this, the participants imdiately beca anxious.
They traveled thousands of miles to reach here, endured countless hardships to climb to the mountain top. This once-in-a-lifeti opportunity is hard to co by. If those damned Demon Sect disciples ss it up, that would indeed ruin the scene.
However, when has the Heavenly Seal Sword Master ever been one to fear trouble? He stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently, “Three days later, the Heavenly Mountain Sword Tomb will open as usual.”
Upon hearing this, the participants all breathed a sigh of relief.
The poison that infiltrated the mountain is unknown, and the thods of the Demon Sect disciples undoubtedly go beyond this.
Under Sword Master Yu’s instructions, the Mountain and River Sword Ji Pei, Chaoge Sword Shen Xuan, and Fengyi Sword Shen Zhan were stationed at the east corner Evergreen Pavilion to assist Ba Qing Er Ye.
And Ye Yichuan, under the Sword Master’s command, is responsible for collecting three hundred bowls of unpurified dragon blood tonight.
This blood is to be handed over to three hundred “Qilin Thunder” disciples, each holding a bowl, to sprinkle at the spiritual vein springs throughout Eternal Mountain, luring the poison insects hiding in the mountain and the Gu Cultivator behind them out into the open.
Baili An kindly reminded, “The loose cultivator raising snakes at the foot of the mountain should also be thoroughly checked.”
Jing Kuan smiled slightly and said, “He was apprehended by our disciples the mont he entered the mountain and is currently being interrogated in the secret prison.”
Baili An smiled knowingly; it seed that the people in the Xijian Sect were not lacking in vigilance.
The wind and snow on the mountaintop danced more and more furiously. Zhang Qian led the newly arrived dozen disciples to settle temporarily at Jingluan Pavilion.
“Follow ,” after dealing with so affairs, Sword Master Yu glanced at Baili An, said those words, and turned to leave.
Baili An followed closely.
The solemn palace, upon entry, was pitch black but lit up sequentially with Sword Master Yu’s steps.
He sat cross-legged beside a jade table in the study hall, tossing Baili An a mat and removing the Dragon Ascending Sword from his waist, placing it on his knee.
This man had sharp, imposing features and a tall, broad back. His eyes swept subtly, like a casual king with a peerless, icy, and aloof aura.
Baili An looked at the fiercely blazing Qilin imprinted on the chest of his black robe, bright as blood, its intense color seeming to scorch the eyes.
He stood quietly for a mont; in the Qingnan Hall, there was no wine or tea, only a burning incense and two standing book pavilions.
Eventually, Baili An sat on the mat, out of the corner of his eye glimpsing the outline of the Purple Gold Lacquer Coffin within the landscape screen.
His heart trembled!
The Purple Gold Coffin, shattered to pieces in the Underground Dark City, now appeared in the quiet room of the Heavenly Seal Sword Master.
“It seems you have also been to the Underground Dark City and were lucky enough to escape with your life.”
Sword Master Yu’s voice was cold: “A month ago, a secret letter was supposed to be on this desk, but the Princess of the Country of Qin intercepted it. I only learned of the coffin’s auction in the Underground Dark City three days ago.”
Baili An looked at the coffin nonchalantly.
The chilling hall, ancient coffin, ford a poignant scene.
He spoke calmly, “The Princess is truly capable.”
She actually had the ability to restore the shattered Purple Gold Coffin to this state and even sent it to the Xijian Sect.
Sword Master Yu huffed coldly, “Did you co to just to prattle on with this nonsense?”
Baili An remained calm, but the fingers resting on his knee curled slightly, revealing a trace of nervousness.
He lowered his eyes, watching the smoke curling up from the incense. He suddenly, without preamble:
“Baili Sect Master, is the person lying in that coffin your son?”
With a rumbling sound, scarlet thunder shattered the sky!
The world instantly darkened, and the terrifying aftermath shook thousands of lantern flas, making them sway wildly.
Sword Master Yu’s face was terrifyingly cold, dark currents swirling, flowing, and twisting in his eyes.
Clad in a black-red sword robe that fluttered without wind, like a raging Qilin stepping across the sea, a suppressive force ca crashing down like Mount Tai.
Sword Master Yu looked at the youth before him with a cold gaze, as if observing an ant seeking its own death.
Baili An kept his eyes lowered, his pale face illuminated by a thin glow, as if a re touch could shatter him, seemingly unaware of the overwhelming killing intent.
He raised his head and asked again, “Is it?”
Murder arose like chaos; Sword Master Yu’s lips parted slightly, finally spitting out two icy words, “No.”
Baili An’s upright posture subtly wavered with the flickering lamplight, yet his face betrayed no emotional flaw. He asked again, “Baili Sect Master, would you… want to see him once?”
Sword Master Yu had already answered his first question, so the second had no hypothetical significance.
However, after a long deathly silence, he finally spoke, his tone firm without a trace of wavering: “No.”
Baili An’s clenched fingers gradually relaxed. When Sword Master Yu uttered those two words, he felt no warmth expected in his eyes.
Indeed, there was already the divide of life and death between them.
How can the dead perceive the warmth of the living?
“Thank you, Sword Master, for resolving the confusion.” Baili An smiled faintly, his clean eyes no longer clearly black and white, but like veiled in mist, exuding a kind of unique coldness and composure.
“Tonight has been quite an intrusion.” Baili An took out an intricately embroidered black sachet from his sleeve, placing it on the table, preparing to leave.
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