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The Wugou Sword felt icy in Yun Che's grasp, yet it burned like a hot iron. The hilt of the sword, Xing Wen, surged upward, frantically devouring his life force. Before him, an illusion materialized: a White-Clad Swordsman held the Wugou Sword, its blade piercing through his own heart, stained with the Bloodstained Star Pattern.
"Feed the sword with blood to attain Wugou..." The remnants of the swordsman echoed in the Sea of Consciousness. "Starfall Clan, do you wish to bear this calamity?"
Yun Che's left hand had turned to bone, yet Xing Wen continued to spread. He bit his tongue, spitting blood onto the sword's body. "My life, Yun Che, is not for a sword to claim!"
Blood splattered onto Xing Wen, and the Wugou Sword suddenly fell silent. The hilt transformed into flowing silver that melded into his palm, flesh and blood returning to his bones as a sword imprint branded itself on his wrist. Yun Che swung the sword lightly, its energy silently slicing through the rock wall, leaving a surface as smooth as a mirror.
"This is... the true Wugou."
As Yun Che leaped from the abyss, he found the entrance to the sword mound surrounded by disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion. Lin Zhao held the Liu Feng Jian in hand, standing over the barely conscious Gravekeeper Elder. "How could a waste like you survive? Hand over the Wugou Sword and I will leave your corpse intact!"
Xiao Qingli leaned against a tree branch with a light laugh. "I underestimated you."
With a flick of her finger, Yun Che felt a sudden searing pain at his wrist where the sword imprint lay; the Wugou Sword threatened to slip from his grasp!
"Do you think I would truly trust you?" Yun Che roared as Xing Wen resonated with the sword imprint, forcefully suppressing the restless sword spirit. The Wugou Sword swept across, its energy cascading like moonlight, severing Lin Zhao's Liu Feng Jian.
"This strike is for your father's humiliation!"
The sword light flashed past, severing Lin Zhao's right arm at the shoulder. Before he could scream, Xiao Qingli's Qin Yin arrived, pushing back the remaining disciples with her Sound Blade. "It's time to go, little toy."
Yun Che stood firm with his sword raised; Xing Wen and the Wugou Sword shone together like stars and moon. "Call me toy again and the next strike will sever your strings."
The morning bell of Lingxiao Pavilion rang out across the mountain peak as Yun Che entered the training ground with the Wugou Sword in hand. A thousand outer disciples stood in formation like a forest. On the high platform, Elder Mo Qianshan waved his sleeve, unfurling a scroll that floated in mid-air, golden characters shining brightly in the sunlight:
"Three days later, Burial Valley trial—exterminate evil spirits and hunt Demon Cores; those who lead will gain access to the inner sect treasury!"
The crowd erupted in excitement. Yet Yun Che's gaze was fixed on the blood-red mark at the bottom of the scroll—a closed Demon Eye that resembled the pattern on the forehead of the beast guarding the sword mound.
"The beasts of Burial Valley have been rather restless lately." Xiao Qingli appeared beside him like a ghost, lightly tapping on the scroll. "Especially that 'Xuan Yin Gui Jiao' at the valley's bottom; its Demon Core can help me repair my Fu Mo Qin."
Yun Che scoffed coldly. "What does that have to do with me?"
"Because your Xing Wen..." She suddenly leaned closer, her breath fragrant like orchids. "Can sense the Xing Yun relic hidden within Gui Jiao."
Later that night, in the servant quarters' woodshed.
Yun Che caressed Xing Wen on the hilt of Wugou Sword; its blade reflected a shadow outside—Lin Zhao wrapped in bandages around his severed arm was whispering with several disciples.
"Tomorrow we enter the valley; take advantage of the chaos to eliminate him." Lin Zhao's single eye glimmered coldly under the moonlight. "Elder Mo promised that whoever takes his head will be rewarded with a Washing Marrow Pill!"
Yun Che closed his eyes feigning sleep while Xing Wen quietly spread to his ears, capturing their whispered conversation from afar. A cold smile crept onto his lips as he silently drew out three inches of blade.
Burial Valley was shrouded in perpetual black mist; amidst piles of decaying leaves lay exposed white bones. Yun Che lingered at the end of the line as he wrapped Wugou Sword in cloth; yet beneath his skin, Xing Wen pulsed with heat—something at the valley's bottom was calling out to him.
"The miasma is toxic, take the Qingxin Pill quickly!" shouted the team leader, Qin Feng.
At the moment Yun Che crushed the pill, Xing Wen suddenly erupted, devouring all the poison from the elixir! He pretended to stagger and lean against a tree, catching a glimpse of Lin Zhao and the others stealthily encircling him.
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