Chapter 350
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Chapter 350: The Centenarian Ancestor
The white great sword froze mid-air.
A distant voice echoed through the sky, carrying an oppressive force that locked the blade in place. Such terrifying cultivation level left everyone breathless.
Elder Seven stood at the second layer of Golden Core stage. Though his Born as a Sword technique hadn’t reached perfection, its power already surpassed normal comprehension. Even Elder Jin couldn’t withstand this strike – let alone others.
Yet this devastating sword had been halted by mere words. Unthinkable.
Elder Seven’s face tightened, shock flashing in his eyes. That someone in Heavenly Sword Sect could suppress him so effortlessly defied all expectations.
Disciples stared at the suspended figures with mixed expressions. Lower-level cultivators wore confusion – why would the notoriously stubborn Elder Seven stop mid-attack? Those like Yan Changchun, however, understood the truth through their late Foundation Establishment stage perception.
This wasn’t restraint. Both combatants stood frozen, their space sealed by incomprehensible power. Even Mei Yansheng’s famed elder brother might lack such combat power.
"Bi Hao. So you truly live."
Elder Seven’s declaration made Yan Changchun jolt violently. "What did you say?!"
"Your master’s master," Elder Seven sighed. "Your Ancestral Master."
"Impossible!" Yan Changchun’s voice shook. "He perished a century ago!"
"Bi Hao!" Elder Seven shouted into the void. "Show yourself!"
The air rippled like disturbed water. From its center emerged a white-robed elder with snow-white hair and youthful features.
Crack!
The elder flicked his finger. Space fractured as Elder Seven’s great sword flew back to its owner’s hand.
"Second Brother." Elder Jin bowed.
Bi Hao chuckled. "Calling me Second Brother makes me Old Seven’s elder. Does he care for such formalities?"
"Old Seven would name our resurrected Master directly," Elder Jin said gently.
"True enough." Bi Hao turned to the crowd.
Yan Changchun trembled mid-air before lunging forward. "Disciple greets Ancestral Master!"
"Stand up. I’ve hidden for a century, faking death to retreat from the world, so I can’t blame you. When I first took your Master as my disciple, he was just a young fellow. Who’d have thought a hundred years would fly by, and even you’ve now risen to the Sect Leader position." Bi Hao gestured dismissively, showing no warmth toward his grand-disciple Yan Changchun.
Yan Changchun straightened, studying Bi Hao’s face with awe. Though technically Bi Hao’s grand-disciple, he’d never met the man before. He’d only heard endless stories during his Master’s teachings, and seen the portrait hanging in his Master’s secret room – identical to this old man before him.
Yet according to his Master, Bi Hao had perished a century ago, body and spirit extinguished. Twenty years back, Yan Changchun’s own Master had failed his Golden Core stage breakthrough, succumbed to qi deviation, and died.
To now encounter this long-dead ancestral master left Yan Changchun speechless.
Bi Hao had instantly suppressed two Golden Core stage experts. This cultivation level defied measurement, surpassing all imagination.
Ye Yun stared at the old man floating mid-air, unease coiling in his gut. This Bi Hao – whose status dwarfed all others – was clearly the true architect behind the Heavenly Sword Sect’s turmoil. He’d saved Elder Jin precisely when Elder Seven was about to strike the finishing blow. Not an ally, then. What changes would this overwhelming presence bring?
Su Ling unconsciously gripped Ye Yun’s hand, her palm clammy. Su Yinxue stood beside her sister, arm draped protectively over slender shoulders, face grave.
Su Hao’s expression darkened. If Elder Jin could be checked by Elder Seven, and Elder Shi had been dealt with, then aside from this “elder brother” mentioned by Mei Yansheng, none posed real threat. But Bi Hao – the Heavenly Sword Sect Leader’s own ancestor, this unimaginably powerful elder – what havoc might he wreak?
Su Hao stepped forward, shielding his daughters and Ye Yun. After several conflicted expressions flickered across his face, resolve hardened his features.
Shui Qingxuan alone remained serene, Bi Hao’s appearance affecting her no more than a breeze.
"You’re called Changchun, yes?" Bi Hao’s voice floated gently. "Since Demon Race descendants with their bloodline have surfaced in our sect, handle it by human race laws."
Yan Changchun hesitated. "Ancestral Master, Su Ling and Madam Su are family of the Shadowless Peak Master. As Heavenly Sword Sect disciples, I can’t act rashly without full clarity."
"Aren’t there Demon’s End pills? Administer them – truth reveals itself quickly."
"That was my intent. But the Du family and other sects, egged on by Jin Kingdom’s royals, massed at Tian Shen Peak demanding Su Ling. Should the Jin Kingdom’s foremost power bow to such insects?"
"Reasonable. After this concludes, take Xiao Jin and exterminate them all. Ants’ lives hold no value." Bi Hao nodded.
Outcry erupted, then choked into silence. Angry stares met no resistance.
"Senior Bi," came a quavering voice. "We’re all Jin Kingdom cultivators. Your words go too far."
All turned to Elder Yin leaning on her dragon-headed cane.
Bi Hao’s gaze flashed. An invisible force darted across the space.
Elder Yin suddenly convulsed, crumpling as blood trickled from nose and mouth. Her dying eyes held shock and despair.
"Grandma! Grandma!" Qi Yang Sect disciples caught her cooling corpse.
"A minor lesson." Bi Hao’s voice remained gentle. "Heavenly Sword Sect brooks no insult. Choose now: sever an arm and leave, or stay."
The unspoken hung heavy – staying meant Elder Yin’s fate.
Though hidden a century, Bi Hao’s tyrannical aura now blazed unrestrained.
The crowd exchanged stunned looks. Self-mutilation? This was madness.
Ye Yun’s group traded glances too. Was Bi Hao truly securing privacy for Su Ling’s trial and leadership transition? Or simply punishing these meddlers? Either way served them.
"Three. Two. One." Emotionless countdown.
"You choose to stay? Then stay forever."
Pandemonium erupted – pleas, curses, screams tangling in air.
"Well! To find such talent in this backwater… unexpected."
The new voice came everywhere and nowhere, both alien and known.
