Chapter 191
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Chapter 191: Tian Shen Peak
The main peak of the Heavenly Sword Sect was called Tian Shen Peak. Legend claimed it was named after a celestial being who once descended to establish the sect, giving it an imposing aura.
Tian Shen Peak stood as the highest mountain in the sect, towering at the center, encircled by Shadowless Peak, Absolute Sword Peak, Tian Zhu Peak, and Lan Yue Peak—like stars surrounding the moon.
Normally, Tian Shen Peak rarely summoned disciples. Even the Four Peak Masters seldom visited unless critical matters arose, signaled by the issuance of the Heavenly Sword Order.
Yet today, Tian Shen Peak had invoked the Heavenly Sword Order specifically for Ye Yun.
“Nervous?” Su Hao asked, glancing at Ye Yun with a faint smile.
Ye Yun shook his head. “Not nervous, just surprised. With my cultivation and talent, why would Tian Shen Peak notice me?”
Since receiving the order, Su Hao had flown with Ye Yun through the clouds toward the peak.
“Did you think my offer to take you as a disciple was a whim?” Su Hao studied him, then spoke gravely. “Ye Yun, do you truly underestimate yourself? Do you believe it’s ordinary for someone at the first level of Qi refining to hold their own against Murong Wuhen?”
Ye Yun frowned. “Not ordinary, but I didn’t think it’d catch Tian Shen Peak’s attention.”
Su Hao smiled. “Had you not clashed with Murong Wuhen, they might’ve overlooked you.”
A cold gleam flashed in Ye Yun’s eyes. “Are you implying Murong Wuhen’s behind this? Does his brother Murong Wuqing truly hold enough sway to block you from taking a disciple?”
Su Hao’s expression hardened. “Murong Wuqing’s rise has been unstoppable. His influence now threatens the four peaks. If this continues, conflict between us is inevitable.”
Ye Yun understood instantly. Murong Wuqing and the Four Peak Masters were locked in a bitter rivalry for the Sect Leader position, resorting to ruthless tactics.
Yet he hadn’t expected to become entangled. While it seemed Murong Wuqing aimed to thwart Su Hao’s plans, the true motive lay deeper in their power struggle.
“So I’m the spark that ignites the conflict,” Ye Yun muttered wryly.
Su Hao gazed ahead. “Perhaps. But don’t overvalue yourself. If they use you to interfere, you’re merely a pawn. Their true target is me.”
Ye Yun nodded. “Peak Master, why go to such lengths, even invoking the Heavenly Sword Order?”
Su Hao hesitated. “You know each peak has its top ten disciples?”
Ye Yun shook his head, then nodded—he’d heard of Absolute Sword Peak’s ten, but not the others.
Su Hao continued, “I’ve delayed selecting my tenth disciple because they aren’t just students. They must master the Ten Killing Formation.”
“Ten Killing Formation?”
“It requires ten individuals working in unison. Their strengths must complement each other, not just their cultivation levels.”
“Based on what, then?”
“The specifics are complex. What I need from you is your Thunder Spirit Qi. Integrating lightning techniques into the formation will elevate its power, making it an unparalleled weapon.”
Ye Yun’s brows furrowed. Su Hao’s bluntness about using him felt jarring.
“Everyone has value,” Su Hao added. “Become the formation’s keystone, and you’ll gain rewards beyond imagination.”
Ye Yun remained silent. Though Su Hao’s logic held merit, he resented being a tool. Besides, he already possessed Hualun’s treasures, making Su Hao’s promises unappealing.
Still, he acknowledged that unutilized potential was wasted potential.
“Today, others may offer to take you as a disciple,” Su Hao warned. “Their goal isn’t your talent but to sabotage my Ten Killing Formation. Consider your choice carefully—I won’t force you. Even if you choose me, think it through.”
Ye Yun nodded, impressed by Su Hao’s candor.
Ahead, Tian Shen Peak emerged through the mist—a sword-like summit piercing the heavens.
“The Sect Leader is amiable but rarely intervenes now. The Four Peaks handle most affairs, aided by Supreme Elders who prioritize the sect’s interests. Completing my ten disciples strengthens Shadowless Peak, benefiting all,” Su Hao said, patting Ye Yun’s shoulder.
Ye Yun stayed silent. If the Supreme Elders approved, why summon them?
They reached the peak unimpeded. Instead of grand halls, a simple courtyard greeted them, its center marked by a towering stone shaped like an upturned sword.
“Su Hao and disciple Ye Yun answer the summons,” Su Hao announced, bowing toward the courtyard.
Light flashed from the stone, projecting the ethereal figure of a white-robed elder.
“Su Hao is here,” the elder’s voice boomed.
Beams of light descended, revealing six figures:
Ouyang Wentian of Absolute Sword Peak,
Jing Ru Shui of Lan Yue Peak, serene as still water,
Yu Guangyuan of Tian Zhu Peak, gaze sharp as blades,
Two frail-looking purple-robed elders—their dull eyes flickering with hidden power—and
A young man resembling Murong Wuhen but older: Murong Wuqing, the sect’s prodigy.
“Elder Yun, was testing my disciple’s soul necessary?” Su Hao’s voice turned icy.
The left elder chuckled. “A mere probe, not an attack.”
Ye Yun realized the soul-wearying fatigue earlier had been Elder Yun’s doing—a Foundation Establishment Stage technique.
“Then I’ll test your disciples similarly,” Su Hao retorted.
“You’ve led Shadowless Peak for barely a decade. Learn humility,” Elder Yun snapped.
“Humility left my top ten incomplete. Now you meddle? State your purpose,” Su Hao countered.
“You know why. Withdraw,” Elder Yun said flatly.
Su Hao laughed. “And if I refuse?” Light and shadow flared around him as he stepped forward.
