Chapter 402
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Chapter 402: The Secret of the Immortal Sword
The treasure of the Great Qin Empire?
Ye Yun smirked. If Duan Guangchen truly knew the secret of the Great Qin Empire’s treasure, would he have lingered in the Jin Kingdom all these years? What a joke.
“It’s true! I really know about the Great Qin Empire’s treasure. I just can’t tell if it belonged to their royal family or an ancient sect from ages past!” Duan Guangchen blurted urgently, noticing Ye Yun’s skeptical expression.
Ye Yun’s interest flickered. He studied the man’s face before drawling, “Then speak. If your tale pleases me, I’ll spare your life.”
Duan Guangchen grimaced. “Ye Yun, this secret could shake the heavens. Swear you won’t attack me after I reveal it.”
Ye Yun chuckled, eyebrows arched. “My word stands. If your story’s genuine, I won’t lift a finger.”
The former king took a steadying breath. “Five years back, I found mentions of this treasure in Jin Kingdom’s millennium-old records. I launched secret investigations, even made discreet contact with Great Qin sects these past two years. That’s how I pieced together the truth.”
“What truth?”
Duan Guangchen leaned closer. “You might’ve heard—the Heavenly Sword Sect didn’t originate here. They migrated a thousand years ago, though their exact origins were forgotten. My spies combed through ancient texts and Great Qin itself. They confirmed it—the sect came from the Great Qin Empire.”
Ye Yun’s gaze turned icy. “You expect me to believe you know the Heavenly Sword Sect’s secrets?”
Desperation cracked the man’s regal facade. “I spent three years and half the kingdom’s treasury verifying this! Every word’s true!”
“Continue,” Ye Yun said tonelessly.
“A millennium ago, they were called the Immortal Sword Sect. Within mere decades, they became one of Great Qin’s top two powers. Their rise was unnatural—swarming with Golden Core experts, dozens of Nascent Soul Ancestors. Legends even speak of a sage surpassing Nascent Soul appearing in battle, though records are vague.”
Ye Yun frowned. Both the Sword Path Ancestor and current sect members called it Heavenly Sword Sect in ancient times. Was this fool buying time?
Noticing the doubt, Duan Guangchen rushed on: “The Immortal Sword Sect grew arrogant, provoking Great Qin’s major forces. With royal backing, the coalition crushed them. Though the sect slaughtered thousands—dozens of Nascent Souls, nearly a thousand Golden Cores—they lost nearly all their own experts.”
Ye Yun kept silent, watching like a hawk.
“When both sides neared collapse,” Duan Guangchen hurried, “a middle-aged Immortal Sword expert broke through to Nascent Soul mid-battle. He single-handedly slaughtered seventeen Nascent Souls from five sects. Golden Cores fell like wheat before his sword.”
Ye Yun’s eyes glinted. He imagined it clearly—a white-clad swordsman drawing an inviolable line with his blade, a hundred enemies frozen in terror.
“Who was he?”
“No one knows,” Duan Guangchen admitted. “Just rumors.”
“Keep talking. You’ve entertained me so far.”
The deposed king swallowed bitterness. Why had he ever crossed this demon? “The sage’s appearance terrified all factions. But then the royal family sent two thirty-year-old sages—a man and woman. They fought the Immortal Sword sage for three days, crippling his cultivation. Before leaving, they smashed the sect’s plaque, declaring: ‘The Immortal title isn’t yours to claim.’”
“So they became the Heavenly Sword Sect and fled to Jin Kingdom?” Ye Yun interrupted.
“Exactly! After their sage fell, the coalition slaughtered everyone except the weak. Only two Golden Cores escaped with low-level disciples.”
“Where does the treasure fit?”
“During their flight, the dying sage burned his lifespan to create a barrier. He hid a treasure along their escape route for future disciples. Those who survived eventually founded our Heavenly Sword Sect here.”
Ye Yun’s eyes narrowed. “Lies. The Heavenly Sword Sect still exists in Great Qin.”
“That’s just rebels turned royal puppets!” Duan Guangchen cried, palms raised. “I swear by my soul—every word’s true!”
Ye Yun suddenly smiled. “Convincing enough. I’ll spare you.”
“Thank you, Brother Ye!” The ex-king bowed deeply.
Ye Yun’s smile turned lethal. “Recovered enough, Senior Brother Duan? Your move.”
Duan Guangchen’s face went white as death.
