"Li Kong, what happened?"
The disheveled man activated the Sequence Power within him, struggling to maintain Li Kong’s soul, and then asked.
In his mory, although Li Kong was his subordinate, his strength was not to be underestimated—he was a Tier Two Sequencer. Logically, he shouldn’t have been killed so easily.
’Could it have been Liu Ming?’
"Lord Priest... this ti, I was trying to control Su Yu’s older brother, Su Xing, to make Su Yu submit. But I never expected to be killed by a mysterious expert who appeared out of nowhere."
Li Kong’s murky consciousness awoke from the darkness. Seeing the Lord Priest before him, he suddenly realized that the Lord Priest had used a Sequence to pull him back from the darkness of death. He quickly organized his thoughts and spoke.
"A mysterious expert?"
"Was it the sa person who killed Shen Li?"
"Did you see what he looks like, or learn his identity?"
Faced with the Lord Priest’s three consecutive questions, Li Kong pondered for a mont before shaking his head and saying:
"It was indeed the sa one who killed Shen Li."
"He wore a mask and was holding a common wooden stick. I couldn’t determine his identity, but... he seems to have gotten even stronger than before."
Hearing Li Kong’s words, the Priest couldn’t help but sigh.
He slowly rose to his feet and walked to the window. He gazed at the bright white moon hanging in the sky, his mind continuously mulling over the information Li Kong had provided.
’These types who hide in the shadows are the hardest to deal with.’
’Just like the Spiritual Sect and the special departnts. If we ca out into the open, we probably would have been wiped out long ago. It’s because we’re always hiding that the special departnts find us so endlessly troubleso.’
’What’s more, this person hiding in the shadows is growing stronger at an incredible rate...’
The Lord Priest thought and thought but couldn’t co up with a good solution. Finally, he let out another heavy breath, turned his head, and sat on the open windowsill. He looked at Li Kong’s floating soul and said slowly:
"This mysterious expert is difficult for us to handle. I will find ti to report this to the High Priest."
"Besides that, you said your goal this ti was to control Su Yu’s older brother. Did you succeed?"
Hearing the Lord Priest ntion this, Li Kong proudly puffed out his chest. He then patted it forcefully, sending up a puff of white smoke, and said confidently:
"Don’t worry, I’d bet my life it was a success!"
"With Su Yu’s older brother as our trump card, as long as we make a move, Su Yu is as good as ours. Lord Priest, let’s act quickly!"
The more Li Kong spoke, the more anxious he beca. He knew that while the Lord Priest’s Sequence could allow him to exist as a soul, what was the use of that? Only *He* had the power to reconstruct his physical body. Thus, he beca exceptionally eager to capture Su Yu.
"Heh, no rush."
The Lord Priest waved his hand and said, "You did well on this matter, but I have other plans for Su Xing’s usefulness."
Li Kong’s entire body stiffened when he heard the Lord Priest’s words. Although he didn’t quite understand, he could only nod silently.
’Who was he to argue with a superior?’
Seeing Li Kong nod, the Lord Priest revealed a smile and said softly:
"Don’t worry. When this is all over, you’ll get your share of the rewards."
"For now, just rest here. As for your forr position, soone else will naturally take your place."
...
In the dark room, Su Xing lay on his bed, silently staring at the ceiling above.
He had indeed gotten stronger.
Whether it was the number of white lines or the fact that he had killed a Tier Two Sequencer for the first ti, it was all proof that he was constantly growing stronger.
But he had also truly co to realize that the Spiritual Sect was a hidden behemoth.
The fact that the Assistant Priest’s soul had managed to escape right under his nose after he killed him showed that there were people behind the Assistant Priest who were far stronger than Su Xing.
’Most importantly... these people were probably all targeting his younger brother.’
At this thought, Su Xing flipped over and landed on his feet. Specks of moonlight cast upon his body. His eyes narrowed slightly, emitting waves of icy killing intent as his lips parted and he murmured:
"If you’ve got the guts, then keep coming."
"We’ll see if I don’t kill every last one of you."
...
「The next day.」
Su Xing started paying attention to news about the factory from the mont he woke up.
After all, Su Xing had killed so many people at once, including so of his own students. He had expected soone to co take his statent, but everything related to the factory was abnormally quiet. There wasn’t a peep about it, not even in the news.
This made Su Xing suddenly wonder if the Spiritual Sect’s cleanup crew had already arrived and erased all traces of the killings.
Su Xing didn’t feel particularly strongly about this, but he made a ntal note of it.
Then, he opened his phone to check his class schedule for the day, intending to start his online classes as usual.
But when he saw the schedule was completely empty, Su Xing suddenly rembered that today was a day off. It was a holiday for the students, so naturally, the instructors didn’t have to work either.
Normally, Su Xing would have felt relaxed and carefree, but right now, he was just grinding his teeth in frustration.
’Isn’t this a waste of a whole day of attribute-point allocation?!’
Helpless, Su Xing could only pick up his heavy sword and begin to practice, over and over again. Although grinding proficiency was far slower than allocating points, sothing was better than nothing. Besides, as long as he was grinding a skill he couldn’t currently put points into, it would never be a waste. For example, "Thrust."
But the more he swung his sword, the more Su Xing felt like sothing was missing.
His strength was clearly increasing, yet he felt as if so part of him was stuck in place, making him feel a sense of discomfort when he practiced.
He couldn’t quite describe the feeling. It had started after he broke through to "Sword Breath Lv. 2."
Before, it had only been faint, but as ti went on, the feeling had beco like a maggot gnawing at his bones, making Su Xing extrely uncomfortable.
Suddenly, the Sword Hall’s director ca walking slowly down the stairs, carrying a sword engraved with white patterns. His posture was ramrod straight, and the tip of his sword scabbard tapped against the floor with each step, looking as if he were about to practice. In Su Xing’s mory, he couldn’t recall the last ti he’d seen his director practice the sword.
So, Su Xing stopped his practice and asked with so confusion:
"Director, you’re going to practice?"
"Yes, Su. I’ve realized recently that it’s been too long since I last practiced. My coordination between sword techniques, breathing, and stance has gotten much worse."
The Sword Hall’s director shook his head, as if lanting the irrevocable passage of youth. Then he looked at Su Xing and suddenly said:
"By the way, I was just watching you, and your coordination of these three skills isn’t very good either. I suggest you practice them more. For a mature Swordsman, there can’t be a large gap between these three aspects."
"Sword technique, stance, and breathing?"
Su Xing slowly repeated the three words. He suddenly thought of the levels for these three skills in his system: [White Line Slash Lv. 1], [Stance Lv. 3], [Sword Breath Lv. 2]. As if he had suddenly grasped sothing, he murmured:
"Could it be... because my Sword Technique level is too low?"
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