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Inside the Great Hall of the Sword Pavilion, Dongfang Jiu was furious. He pointed at the crowd below and shouted, "The matter of forging Divine Weapons has always been kept secret, known to very few. Now it is common knowledge, and the Underworld Sect has come to Jiangnan. Who is deliberately trying to put the Sword Pavilion in such a dangerous situation?"
"Master, it might be Yang Hao and his group spreading rumors to incite the Daoist Sect to come and seize the Divine Weapon from our Sword Pavilion," Zhang Xing suggested.
Dongfang Jiu suddenly turned to Zhang Xing, striking him with a palm that sent him flying, blood spilling from his mouth. "Don't think for a moment that I don't know what you're plotting. You have been trying to get close to me, secretly practicing the Seven Star Sword Technique. You want the Seven Star Sword, don't you?"
"Master, I wouldn't dare! I am utterly loyal to you and have no other intentions!" Zhang Xing replied, half-kneeling on the ground.
Dongfang Jiu snorted. "I doubt even a useless person like you would dare."
An elder spoke up, "Sword Master, now that Nangong has taken residence in our Sword Pavilion and is frequently checking on the sword forging in the Sword Furnace, and with Supreme of the Divine Serpent Sect, Nangong Yun, having emerged from seclusion, it seems the day for forging the Divine Weapon is approaching. Should we not summon our Sword Sect Supreme?"
Eastern Nine replied, "If I knew where that old fellow was, would I need you to remind me? I haven't seen Dongfang Yuqing since he was born twenty years ago!"
The elder continued, "The Serpent Cult is watching closely. The forging of the Ten Famous Swords as Divine Weapons is too ostentatious; hidden forces will surely emerge, including those from the Yang Family and the Supreme of Nanhai Guanyin Monastery."
Eastern Nine said, "I am more aware of this than you are. My Sword Pavilion is not something anyone can easily manipulate."
"Reporting to Sword Master. Nangong Master wishes to see you and is waiting outside," announced a Sword Sect disciple.
Dongfang Jiu nodded. "Everyone step back for now. Send someone to closely monitor the movements of the Daoist Sect and report back to me at all times. Please invite Nangong Master in."
The crowd withdrew, and Zhang Xing also stood up. With a shadowy gaze, he left the hall and brushed past Nangong as he entered.
Nangong glanced at Zhang Xing before saying, "That young man just now is Zhang Xing from Wudang Sect, isn't he?"
Eastern Nine replied, "That's right, Brother Nangong. However, he is now my disciple."
Nangong Dao said, "When he came looking for me at the Divine Serpent Cult Headquarters that day, I had some doubts. I didn't expect it to truly be him. But can't you see that this person has rebellious intentions?"
Eastern Nine smiled and said, "Who among us doesn't have rebellious intentions? Aren't you one as well? Under my guidance, what do you think he could stir up?"
"That's true," Nangong laughed heartily. "Brother Dongfang's swordsmanship is the best, so he should rightfully receive the Divine Weapon. A traitor can't stir up any trouble!"
Outside the Sword Pavilion Great Hall, Yu Youya suddenly received a transmission from Nangong: "There is a powerful Evil Energy hidden within Zhang Xing. Go follow him and see what's going on."
Yu Youya glanced around and saw Zhang Xing about to disappear from view, quickly following after him.
Inside the Sword Pavilion, Zhang Xing returned with a pale face. In the hall, he had been caught off guard by a palm strike from Dongfang Jiu. Although it did not cause him internal injuries, it disrupted a strand of Demonic Energy circulating within him, nearly exposing it to others.
Over the past few months, he had cultivated his Magic Skill to an advanced level, continuously absorbing impure energy while drawing large amounts of life essence from others. In just three months, he had progressed from the early Dao Fruit Realm to Great Perfection, just one step away from becoming a master in the Mahayana Realm. At that point, he would be able to wield the Wudang Seven Star Sword Technique.
During these months, several renowned figures from Jiangnan had suddenly gone mad and inexplicably killed their own disciples, all at Zhang Xing's doing.
Upon returning to the Pavilion, Zhang Xing whispered a few words to a Sword Sect Disciple before heading back to his room.
After the Sword Sect Disciple left, he soon returned with a White-Clad Elder. Yu Youya hid in the shadows and observed as the White-Clad Elder entered Zhang Xing's room with a medicine box on his back.
Inside the room, the White-Clad Elder looked at Zhang Xing and asked, "Are you injured?"
Zhang Xing nodded and lifted his clothing. His body was covered in blood-filled lumps that resembled the skin of a burst frog. The White-Clad Elder was taken aback and asked, "How did this happen?"
Zhang Xing replied, "To be honest, I have been absorbing impure energy while expelling Yin Qi. My power has greatly increased, but my body has developed serious problems. Liu Lao, as the physician of the Sword Pavilion, can you provide a solution?"
The White-Clad Elder placed his hand on Zhang Xing's pulse and then infused a strand of Dao Qi into Zhang Xing's body. It was like a river flowing into an ocean but was immediately devoured by the Demonic Energy within Zhang Xing. The White-Clad Elder began to sweat and said, "There is a solution; as long as you stop cultivating this method of absorbing impurities and expelling clarity, you will gradually recover."
Zhang Xing smirked and said, "But I have grown accustomed to this powerful strength and do not wish to give it up."
The White-Clad Elder replied, "Then I will prepare some medicine for you and send it later."
Zhang Xing said, "Thank you for your trouble, Liu Lao."
The White-Clad Elder stood up to take his leave and quickly walked out of Zhang Xing's Pavilion. As he hurried away like someone rushing down an alleyway, Zhang Xing stood in front of him and said, "Liu Lao, this isn't the direction of the pharmacy; this is where my master resides. He is currently in the hall discussing matters with Nangong Master."
"Oh, then I went to the wrong place. I've been confused recently. I always get lost for some reason." White-Clad Elder turned around and left. Zhang Xing held White-Clad Elder's shoulders behind him and walked towards his Pavilion. He said: "Liu Lao, I heard that you obey the treasure of the ingredients, and the blood in your body is also a treasure. Are you still of the same blood as Dongfang Jiu, ready to sacrifice for him?" White-Clad Elder shook his head and said: "Where did you hear these things?" The two walked to Pavilion. Beside the flower bed, with a pop, the skin all over White-Clad Elder suddenly exploded, blood splashed out, and then it was retracted like water, the blood condensed together, and was swallowed by Zhang Xing, White-Clad Elder twitched All of a sudden, he became a human being. Zhang Yu Youya, who was hiding in the dark and observed this scene, held his breath and waited for Zhang Xing to enter the room before he dared to leave quietly. He was broken into a cold sweat because he just felt the contrast in his blood Zhang Xing Come, it's like an ant seeing the blue dragon waking up from its deep sleep. In the guest room of Sword Pavilion, Yu Youya recounted the scene he saw to Nangong, and then asked: "Leader, do you want to tell Dongfang Jiu about this, so as to gain some insights into our new appointment." Nangong shook his head and said: "No need, Dongfang Jiu invited us here because he needs fire. Without the fire, Divine Weapon cannot be cast, and there is no need for any chips. He also knows that we will rob Divine Weapon , now everyone knows that Sword PavilionforgingDivine Weapon is bound to cause a war. I really don’t know what support this old fox has to cope with this catastrophe to Sword Pavilion, Zhang Xing must be Dongfang Jiu's variable. ""It's just that the aura of Zhang Xing makes me tremble, does the leader need to check on him?" Yu Youya asked. "No need." Nangong Dao. "A pawn can't make any waves. Apart from wanting to avenge Wudang, what else can he do?" At this time, in a foggy mountain, lying in a large Temple, There were several naked monk corpses, and between these corpses, a man and a woman were having sex, their bodies dripping with blood, and their postures were lewd. None of the pure Yang essence on the corpse entered their bodies, including the Yang Soul after death. Suddenly, a sound came from the well next to Temple. The two stopped moving and walked to the edge of the well. They saw a A cute-looking monk, about ten years old, was soaking in the water. The woman lifted the monk out of the well. She chuckled and said, "Brother, look at my sister's body. Is it different from yours?" The monk's face was pale and tears were pouring down his face. He cried and said, "Why did you kill master and senior brother?" "Oh, don't cry." The woman had a charming posture, hugging the monk, touching a certain part of the monk's body with one hand, breathing slightly. She stuck out her tongue and licked the monk's ear. Her body exuded a charming aura, which made the monk addicted to it. Then the monk's body exuded white air, and a stream of pure yang essence overflowed, all of which was inhaled by the woman. The woman chuckled and said: "This kind of pure Yang essence of a boy is really a great tonic. Junior brother, after absorbing these people, our skills will be greatly improved."
The man smiled when he saw the woman happy, but soon furrowed his brow and said, "Someone's coming."
The two quickly donned their Daoist robes, and before they could step out of the temple, two figures arrived. One of them was carrying five long swords—none other than Dongfang Yuqing and Zhang Dao'an.
Seeing the scene inside the temple and the monk lying on the ground, barely alive, Dongfang Yuqing frowned and asked, "You must be the infamous Zhongnan Mountain Companions, right?"
The woman chuckled lightly and replied, "I am Huayue Rong."
The man added, "Mei Qingsong."
Zhang Dao'an said, "These people have secluded themselves in Spirit Mist Mountain, avoiding worldly affairs. Why do you wish to kill them?"
"Oh~" Huayue Rong remarked. "Brother seems to be a good person after all, not bad looking either. I assume you are still a virgin? How about we have some fun?"
"Shameless! You cultivate lewd and evil techniques that harm lives. Today, I shall eradicate you two scoundrels!" Zhang Dao'an snorted and drew his sword, charging at the Zhongnan Mountain Companions.
Mei Qingsong raised an eyebrow, licking the blood from the corner of his mouth. He suddenly struck down on Zhang Dao'an's sword with his own. The Sword Body hummed and vibrated as Zhang Dao'an felt a numbing sensation in his hand, nearly dropping his sword. He quickly pulled back his weapon and formed a seal with his left hand; a circle of light radiated from him, piercing toward Mei Qingsong.
Just as Mei Qingsong was about to counterattack, Huayue Rong smiled lightly. She shifted her form and appeared in front of Zhang Dao'an, her pupils glowing yellow with an alluring aura. Zhang Dao'an immediately fell under her spell, his movements slowing down. Huayue Rong said, "Using Longhu Mountain's Ghost Summoning Technique to kill is a bit too..."
Before Huayue Rong could finish her sentence, an Azure Light Greatsword came slashing down. Both she and Mei Qingsong jumped aside as the entire temple split in half. They were taken aback.
Huayue Rong looked at Dongfang Yuqing, who had made the attack. "I've heard that Dongfang Yuqing is the top disciple among the younger generation under Rain Master Luo. You truly have some skill, but trying to intimidate my husband and me is far from enough."
Exchanging glances, they split into two groups to attack Dongfang Yuqing. With a flick of his sword tip, two long swords shot out from behind him.
"Crimson Dragon emerges; Fire Separation comes south to burn all!"
"Golden Dragon appears; Golden Dragon Roar opens mountains and rivers!"
Dongfang Yuqing wielded the Azure Wood Sword while the Crimson Fire Sword and Golden Scale Sword each targeted Huayue Rong and Mei Qingsong respectively. For a moment, neither side could gain the upper hand. Huayue Rong and Mei Qingsong faced each other with their palms pressed together, chanting incantations as their long hair danced wildly before they suddenly struck toward Dongfang Yuqing. A tremendous divine power transformed into a rainbow light rushing toward him.
Dongfang Yuqing activated his protective aura, slicing through the Daoist Arts of the two assailants with a single strike. The two swords fell from the sky like a thunderbolt, sending the attackers flying backward, who then quickly turned and fled.
“Dongfang Yuqing, I will remember you. My husband and I will not let this go,” Huayue Rong spat defiantly before they vanished into the mist.
“I’m sorry, Dongfang Yuqing. I feel so useless,” Zhang Dao'an said, his face filled with gloom.
Dongfang Yuqing replied, “Zhang Master, there’s no need to belittle yourself. They practice dark arts, and few among their peers can match them. I only defeated them because of the Five Elements Sword Technique. Otherwise, based on pure strength, I might not have been their match either. I intended to find my master but ended up in this situation. It’s unfortunate that we arrived too late.”
He sighed as he looked at the corpses on the ground, noticing that the monk lying by the well still had a faint breath left, though his features were beginning to wither and his skin was tightening.
Dongfang Yuqing stepped forward to check the monk's pulse. Zhang Dao'an asked, “Is there still hope for him?”
Dongfang Yuqing shook his head and suddenly severed the monk's heart pulse. “His vital energy is completely depleted, and his body is failing. If my master were to save him, it would surely cost my master years of life. This is the nature of disputes within the Daoist Sect. You’ll get used to such things as you see them more often.”
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