Chapter 356
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Chapter 356: The Extreme North
"Senior, I already have a master," Jian Wujie said with a bow, feeling fortunate that his talent had caught the elder’s eye.
Ah, talented individuals always attract attention wherever they go.
The Nine Sword Respected Elder looked at Jian Wujie, growing more pleased with each passing moment.
"Our Nine Sword lineage has always been a single-inheritance tradition. Once you become my disciple, you will be my only student," the Nine Sword Respected Elder declared, completely ignoring Jian Wujie’s earlier statement.
"Senior, I just said…"
Before Jian Wujie could finish, the Nine Sword Respected Elder cut him off.
"After joining my lineage, I will forge the Nine Sword body for you. With nine Spiritual Swords sealed within you, creating the Nine Sword body will be a breeze."
"Senior…"
"Then, I will pass down the techniques and divine powers of our Nine Sword lineage to you. The techniques are at the true immortal level, and the divine powers directly touch the essence of swordsmanship."
The Nine Sword Respected Elder spoke with a smile, feeling he had fulfilled his master’s trust before ascending, finally finding a worthy successor for the Nine Sword lineage.
"………" Jian Wujie couldn’t help but think this elder was a bit eccentric.
At that moment, Jian Wujie wasn’t too concerned with the elder’s words, as the emergency return token in his arms had fully activated, allowing him to teleport back to the sect immediately.
Suddenly, nine phantoms of Spiritual Swords appeared behind the Nine Sword Respected Elder, each as powerful as the ones sealed within Jian Wujie.
"Kid, our Nine Sword lineage is never short of Spiritual Swords."
"I’ve already prepared nine Spiritual Swords for you, though they’re slightly weaker than the ones inside you."
"But don’t worry; in the inheritance secret realm of our Nine Sword lineage, there’s a celestial tool named Chi Yun, and you have a great chance to claim it."
The Nine Sword Respected Elder revealed his trump card.
At that moment, he waved his hand, and a small teleportation formation appeared in his grasp, which he crushed instantly.
"Anyone who dares to use a teleportation formation to take my disciple away will regret it," the Nine Sword Respected Elder said sternly.
"………" Jian Wujie was now certain this old man was a bit unhinged, but he couldn’t help being intrigued by the celestial tool the elder mentioned.
"Alright, now you can decide if you want to become my disciple," the Nine Sword Respected Elder said confidently.
"Senior, I already have…" Jian Wujie said cautiously, realizing there was no way out of this situation.
"The secrets of the Nine Sword lineage are never revealed to outsiders."
"Anyone unrelated who learns of them will face eternal pursuit from the Nine Sword lineage."
"Disciple, tell me your choice," the Nine Sword Respected Elder said kindly, gazing at Jian Wujie.
"I…" Jian Wujie felt like a piece of meat on a chopping block.
"Friend, forcing someone to become a disciple requires the approval of their sect, doesn’t it?"
Spirit Cut appeared not far from the Nine Sword Respected Elder, watching him warily.
This old man looked like trouble.
"Elder Spirit Cut," Jian Wujie exclaimed with relief, like a child finding their mother after being bullied.
At that moment, the Nine Sword Respected Elder turned to Spirit Cut, his expression turning cold as he snapped, "Get lost!"
The nine Spiritual Swords appeared behind the Nine Sword Respected Elder, and a blood-red sword seal emerged on his forehead.
A deadly sword intent enveloped Spirit Cut.
“Disciple, I’ll show you the might of our Nine Sword lineage by taking down a Great Ascension Master.”
“It’s time to awaken my sixth Spiritual Sword,” the Nine Sword Respected Elder said, narrowing his eyes.
“Farewell, taoist friend~”
Spirit Cut instantly teleported back to Hidden Spirit Island, muttering to himself, “This is way out of my league.”
“Now that the distractions are gone, disciple, tell me your decision,” the Nine Sword Respected Elder said, his expression softening.
“Jian Wujie pays his respects to Master.”
In his heart, Jian Wujie mourned, “Master, forgive me, but I must do this to save my life.”
“Good. Forget the past and join me in roaming the world. Our Nine Sword lineage exists beyond the mundane.”
With a wave of his hand, the Nine Sword Respected Elder and Jian Wujie vanished into the sky.
Hidden Spirit Island.
“That old man could wipe me out in a few moves. Grand Elder, I can’t protect your disciple anymore,” Spirit Cut said, still shaken by the elder’s overwhelming presence.
“It’s fate. Let it be,” Xu Fan said, gazing in the direction where the Nine Sword Respected Elder and Jian Wujie had disappeared.
A flash of sword light appeared, and Wang Xiangchi materialized beside Xu Fan.
“Greetings, Master, and greetings, Elder Spirit Cut,” Wang Xiangchi saluted.
“No need for formalities,” Spirit Cut replied, looking somewhat sheepish.
“Wang Xiangchi, Jian Wujie has been forcibly taken as a disciple by a Great Ascension Master,” Xu Fan explained.
“Master, are you sure it was just to take him as a disciple? Could it be for something else, like what’s inside Wujie?” Wang Xiangchi asked urgently.
“It seems they simply want him as a disciple. According to Elder Spirit Cut, whatever’s inside Wujie isn’t what they’re after,” Xu Fan reassured.
“That’s a relief. As long as he’s safe, having a Great Ascension Master as a mentor isn’t a bad thing,” Wang Xiangchi said.
Just then, Wang Xiangchi received a message from Jian Wujie.
“Master, I’m sorry. A powerful old man has forcibly taken me as his disciple.”
Reading the message, Wang Xiangchi felt relieved that Jian Wujie was unharmed.
“Take whatever benefits come your way. Survival is what matters. Having another Great Ascension Master as a mentor isn’t bad,” Wang Xiangchi silently replied.
“Wang Xiangchi, this is a great opportunity for Wujie. You’ll see him again someday,” Xu Fan comforted, understanding the sting of losing a disciple.
“I understand,” Wang Xiangchi nodded, his voice tinged with sadness.
At that moment, Xu Fan received a report from Grape: Han Feiyu had been caught in chaotic space winds and was now missing.
“Is the main plot about to kick off?” Xu Fan thought.
As Wang Xiangchi prepared to leave, Xu Fan awkwardly said, “Wang Xiangchi, there’s something I need to tell you.”
An hour later, Wang Xiangchi emerged, his spirit reinvigorated.
“Both your disciples are people with a destined fate. They’re meant to shine brightly in this realm.”
“Their lives will be extraordinary, filled with challenges and responsibilities.”
“As their master, you must rise to the occasion and shield them from the storms as best you can.”
“Train hard. The stronger you become, the fewer tribulations your disciples will face.”
Xu Fan’s morale boost reignited Wang Xiangchi’s determination.
“It’s time to start preparing for what’s to come.”
Seeing the two protagonists being drawn into their respective plots, Xu Fan was certain something major was on the horizon—perhaps even a war between the two realms.
In the extreme north, Han Feiyu slowly regained consciousness.
His mind was filled with memories of the chaotic space winds and the breathtaking sight within the space crack.
“You’re awake,” said a young girl wrapped in a thick fur coat, entering with a bowl of hot porridge.
“Where am I?” Han Feiyu asked, rubbing his head.
“This is the extreme north, Warm Jade Fairy City.”
