Chapter 310
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Chapter 310: Visitors from All Directions
Elder Seven spoke gently, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
Looking up, several figures appeared in the sky. As they drew closer, Murong Wuqing shot forward in an instant, followed by Murong Wuhen and a young disciple.
"Elder Seven? You’re here too?" Murong Wuqing paused, surprise flashing in his eyes.
"Why shouldn’t I be?" Elder Seven coldly snorted, his voice dripping with displeasure.
Murong Wuqing smiled faintly. "As a senior of our Heavenly Sword Sect, you’re free to go wherever you please. None may restrict you." He then turned to Su Hao, brow slightly furrowed.
Su Hao immediately understood—the End of the Demon had been completed, and Murong Wuqing had come to test Su Ling.
"Brother Su, where’s Ling’er?" Murong Wuqing asked gravely after a moment’s hesitation.
Before Su Hao could reply, Elder Seven cut in: "What business do you have with her? Tell Elder Shi she’s occupied. Come back in a few days."
Murong Wuqing stiffened. Though he rarely respected others, he’d always sensed Elder Seven’s hidden depths—that the old man’s cultivation level far surpassed appearances.
"A brief delay for medicine-testing matters little. However…" Murong Wuqing trailed off, uncharacteristically hesitant.
Elder Seven’s ash-colored brows rose. "Out with it."
"The royal family and Du family have arrived. Other sects too."
Elder Seven’s face darkened. "What do they want?"
"They know about the Demon Race Bloodline awakening. They’ve come to… observe."
"This is Heavenly Sword Sect business!" Elder Seven snapped. "Since when do outsiders dictate our affairs? Their audacity reeks of death-wishes."
"True. But avoidance solves nothing." Murong Wuqing spoke with rare patience. "This demands resolution."
Elder Seven grunted. "Fine. We’ll meet them." Turning to Su Hao, he ordered, "Bring Ling’er. Let’s see what nonsense these ‘nobles’ spout at the divine hall."
Su Hao drew a steadying breath. No escape remained—only confrontation.
"Ling’er, come. They won’t dare harm you."
Nearby, Su Ling trembled. Ye Yun enfolded her shaking shoulders. "I’ll accompany you," he murmured.
Like magic, his words stilled her trembling. She lifted a tear-streaked face, eyes hardening as she nodded.
"Yinxue, stay with Mother," Su Hao commanded as Su Yinxue moved to follow.
The girl froze mid-step, reluctantly nodding.
"Why should I stay?" Shui Qingxuan stepped forward, voice soft yet steel-clad. "She’s my daughter. Demon blood or not, I stand with her."
Su Hao sighed inwardly. His wife’s gentle demeanor hid unyielding resolve—once decided, no force could sway her.
"Master," Ye Yun interjected, "hesitation serves no purpose now. We face this together."
Su Hao met the youth’s gaze and nodded.
"Not bad, boy!" Elder Seven approved. "Decisive. Courageous. You’ll surpass your master someday."
Ye Yun winced. "Have you forgotten? You’re also my master."
Elder Seven was taken aback and exclaimed, “So it’s true! I even taught you some techniques. To think I actually have a disciple like you.”
Ye Yun rolled his eyes silently, thinking to himself, *I called you “Master” several times earlier when I went to fetch you. Did you not hear me at all?*
Murong Wuqing’s eyes flickered with surprise as he listened. Elder Seven was the most enigmatic figure in the Heavenly Sword Sect—no one knew his true cultivation level. Younger disciples assumed he was merely a caretaker of the spirit fields, guessing his cultivation to be around the early foundation establishment stage. They believed he couldn’t compare to the Four Peak Masters.
But Murong Wuqing knew better. Elder Seven’s strength had to rival the Peak Masters; otherwise, in a world ruled by power, why would anyone respect him?
Murong Wuqing’s own cultivation had reached the Seventh Level of Foundation Establishment months prior, teetering on the brink of peak attainment. He was half a step away from refining true fire within him to condense Dan Fluid. Once the Dan Fluid solidified, the Golden Pill would manifest.
Yet even now, he couldn’t discern Elder Seven’s true level. Each time they met, the elder’s aura seemed to fluctuate—sometimes resembling the Fifth Level, other times the Sixth, and moments ago, even the Seventh.
Murong Wuqing stayed silent. Though aloof by nature, he shared some rapport with Su Hao. Today’s situation wasn’t one for unnecessary remarks.
Behind him, Murong Wuhen’s mind reeled. As Murong Wuqing’s brother, he knew Elder Seven’s fearsome status far exceeded what ordinary disciples imagined. That Ye Yun was not only Su Hao’s disciple but also Elder Seven’s? Unthinkable.
For a heartbeat, Murong Wuhen felt Ye Yun had surpassed him. Without swift action, the gap would widen irreversibly.
“Brother,” Murong Wuhen whispered urgently, “shouldn’t we return? Delaying further might displease the Sect Leader and Elder Shi.”
“Hmph!”
Elder Seven’s bark cut through the air before Murong Wuqing could respond. “Elder Shi? That nobody can wait! Let the Jin royals and that third-rate Du family stew. They’re not worth our haste.”
Murong Wuqing shot his brother a frosty glare. “Though tactless, his point stands. We’ll face this head-on now to avoid future complications.”
As Elder Seven opened his mouth to retort, Su Hao stepped forward, tugging the elder’s sleeve. “This doesn’t concern the Murong brothers. He’s right—better to settle matters swiftly.”
Su Hao, a Peak Master whom even the Jin Emperor would defer to, spoke with decisive clarity. Once resolved, he acted without hesitation.
“Well said!” Elder Seven’s eyes blazed with defiance. “To the divine hall! Let’s see what they dare do.”
The group soared into the sky behind Elder Seven, vanishing toward distant peaks.
*
In Tian Shen Peak’s divine hall, the Heavenly Sword Sect Leader sat enthroned, flanked by Elders Shi and Zi. Below them, two golden-robed men—their garments embroidered with coiling divine dragons—represented the royal house. Opposite sat a silver-robed man so ordinary-looking, none would guess his status were he not beside the Sect Leader.
“Patriarch Du,” Elder Zi addressed the silver-robed man, “what brings you here?”
Du Chuntian drained his wine cup. “Don’t play coy, Elder Zi. The entire cultivation realm knows your sect harbors a disciple with awakened Demon Race Bloodline—a matter threatening the Jin Kingdom’s survival. How could I stay away?”
The unassuming man was none other than Du Chuntian, leader of the Jin Kingdom’s second-greatest force. The Du family’s might lay not just in numbers, but in formidable Higher-ups like Du Jianming, who’d reached the Sixth Level of Foundation Establishment yet barely ranked top ten within their ranks.
As for Du Chuntian himself? He’d mastered the Sixth Level’s peak years ago. Rumors whispered he might’ve breached the Seventh Level—or even glimpsed the Golden Pill Dao.
“Indeed,” nodded the left golden-robed royal. “We’ve come to verify this Demon Bloodline rumor for His Majesty.”
All eyes turned to the Sect Leader.
The emergence of Demon Bloodline wasn’t merely significant—it could determine the cultivation realm’s very survival.
