Chapter 306
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Chapter 306: Bold Words
One Sword Breaks the Move!
Su Hao shattered Quan Xingqing’s condensed giant palm with a single sword-finger gesture. His frost-covered face swept coldly across the crowd.
“You’re all masters at the foundation establishment stage, yet act so shamefully. Pathetic.” Su Hao sneered, glaring at them.
“Don’t spout nonsense, Su Hao! Where’s your proof?” Ouyang Wentian severed ties completely. Former allies now stood opposed, their friendship shattered by self-interest.
“Indeed. You can eat recklessly, but don’t speak carelessly.” Jing Ru Shui, Lan Yue Peak’s leader, materialized with a gentle tone.
“Sister Jing, will you meddle too?” Su Hao turned sharply.
“Of course not. This matter concerns neither me nor Lan Yue Peak. Since you’ve dragged me in, we’ll take our leave. Your quarrels are none of mine.” Jing Ru Shui smiled faintly, her gaze lingering on Su Hao with fleeting softness.
“Good. I’ll visit to express gratitude once this ends.” Su Hao clasped his fists.
Jing Ru Shui nodded, then snapped coldly at Jiang Shui Ning: “Return with me. Questions await.”
Jiang Shui Ning paled. After a decade under Jing Ru Shui, she recognized her Master’s wrath. Punishment loomed.
The disciple dared not speak, casting one last glance at Ye Yun’s group before following her Master away.
Ignoring Ouyang Wentian, Su Hao fixed his piercing gaze on another man.
“Junior Brother Yu?”
The ice-faced man snorted. “All my Tian Zhu Peak disciples perished in Soul-Cutting Mountains. Though weak, I demand truth from Ye Yun and Murong Wuhen about their deaths.”
This was Yu Guangyuan, Tian Zhu Peak’s aloof leader. Despite being among the Four Peak Masters eligible for Sect Leader position, he disdained politics and power struggles.
“True Fire Flying Lion’s flames incinerated the forest instantly. They couldn’t resist or escape – all burned in the dense woods.” Murong Wuhen explained calmly when addressed.
Yu Guangyuan looked to Ye Yun, who nodded confirmation.
“This sect reeks of petty schemes. Distracting. Unworthy.” With a final snort, Yu Guangyuan vanished in a streak of light.
None commented. His detachment from sect politics was legendary.
Murong Wuqing’s momentary frown didn’t escape Su Hao.
The famously ruthless cultivator cared only for heavenly enlightenment – except recently. He’d broken habit to defend Ye Yun during Elder Shi’s investigation, and now aided Su Hao’s probe into Su Ling’s possible Demon Race Bloodline. Baffling changes for one who deemed cultivation sacred.
Meanwhile, Yu Guangyuan grew more eccentric, favoring qin melodies over martial arts.
Meeting Su Hao’s stare, Murong Wuhen stated bluntly: “I’ll verify if Su Ling truly awakened that bloodline.”
Su Hao nodded gratitude before locking eyes with Elder Shi, the Heavenly Sword Sect Leader, then Ouyang Wentian.
“I’m taking Ling’er. Let’s see who dares – or can – stop me.” Each thunderous word hung in the air as Su Hao grasped his daughter’s hand.
Without hesitation, Ye Yun’s group followed their retreating backs from Tian Shen Peak.
A group of people walked slowly, taking the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before their figures vanished from sight.
The crowd watched silently as they departed. No one dared speak a word, even suppressing their breaths for fear of angering Su Hao.
"Today’s matter ends here. Disperse," said the Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, his half-closed eyes betraying weariness.
When the Sect Leader spoke, none dared question further. Soon only three or four remained standing.
"Sect Leader, are we truly letting them go?" Ouyang Wentian’s voice carried faint discontent.
"Indeed! Are we abandoning the Demon Race Bloodline?" Elder Shi frowned, his tone icy.
The Sect Leader raised his head slightly, gaze sweeping over both men. "Do you believe Su Ling actually carries Demon Race Bloodline within her?"
Elder Shi stiffened. "What matters isn’t bloodlines but Su Hao’s ambition. Should he become Sect Leader, our Heavenly Sword Sect faces ruin."
"Sect Leader, you must reconsider," Ouyang Wentian nodded anxiously.
Mockery flickered in the Sect Leader’s eyes. "Unimportant? Have you forgotten the centuries-old warning – ‘When demon calamity arises, a sword comes from the west’?"
"Old wives’ tales!" Elder Shi scoffed. "Demons reappeared across Great Qin Empire recently. Where are these western swordsmen?"
"Foolish! The Third Sect Leader himself – Golden Core stage king who nearly achieved pill has broken and they’re reborn – left this prophecy. His words hold truth!" the Sect Leader snapped.
"Enough! Remember our agreement – when you retire, I’ll choose next Sect Leader between Wentian and Tianyun," Elder Shi retorted coldly.
"My promise stands. Privately, you’re senior; publicly, I lead this sect. Don’t presume to lecture me." The Sect Leader’s glare pinned Elder Shi like daggers.
Elder Shi flushed. "As long as you remember."
"The Demon Bloodline has surfaced," the Sect Leader murmured, gazing at distant peaks. "If the western sword proves false, greater troubles await."
"What troubles?" both men demanded.
"News spreads. Within half-day, Du family and royal court will know."
Ouyang Wentian snorted. "What’s there to fear? Together they can’t match our sect."
Elder Shi remained silent, face tightening.
Realization dawned on Ouyang Wentian. "You mean… Great Qin Empire might learn of this?" His face paled.
Elder Shi grimaced. When Jun Ruolan appeared confirming Su Ling’s heritage, he’d only thought to overthrow Su Hao. Now consequences loomed.
"Who leaked this?" Elder Shi roared.
The Sect Leader sneered. "Wasn’t it you who insisted on taking Jun Ruolan as disciple? Knowing she’s from Great Qin?"
"If it’s her, the damage can be contained. I’ll handle her backers," Elder Shi countered, regaining composure.
"See that you do. Else we act decisively." The Sect Leader’s brow furrowed.
"I’ll consult my master first." Elder Shi signaled Ouyang Wentian, vanishing like smoke.
"I take my leave." Ouyang Wentian bowed before streaking towards Absolute Sword Peak.
Alone, the Sect Leader gazed at cloud-wreathed mountains, features smoothing to calm.
"When demon calamity arises, a sword comes from the west. That sword… is already approaching."
