Demon Sword Sect's Undercover-Chapter 760 - 759: Leave a Legend

Seizing the Purple Mansion Sword Seed was the most thorough way to erase a Sword Cultivator’s legacy, not only the Flying Sword and the Sword Spirit within it but also the reflection of the Flying Sword in the Purple Mansion... It was equivalent to completely erasing everything related to a Sword Cultivator and their sword, which to a Sword Cultivator was like losing another life.

If one still lived but had lost their sword, could they still be called a Sword Cultivator?

Whether the punishment was considered severe depended on the perspective; for a Magic Cultivator, it was simply being fined a Lifebound Treasure, which could be refined again. However, Flying Swords were irreplaceable for Sword Cultivators. It was common for Sword Cultivators to die of a wounded Divine Soul after losing their Flying Swords, and this was not a rare occurrence.

Furthermore, expelling from the Daoist lineage... such punishment could be said to be the most severe aside from death. Hou Niao’s decades of troublemaking seemed to have inevitably led to this end, didn’t it?

Disregarding the rules, from minor to major incidents, gradually fostered a habit of seeing rules as dirt, and one day, the rules would bite back.

The Shan Sect Quanzhen might have lost a grassroot genius that could rival a Constellation True Inheritor, but they also gained a rare opportunity to unite their Daoist lineage; with the major changes between heaven and earth drawing closer, what was more important – an undeveloped genius or the entire collective? freēnovelkiss.com

The Masters provided their answer, an answer that Yu Zhengxing had long ago warned him about, an answer that was even more excessive than banishment or confinement.

He had foreseen all this, so he faced it calmly.

...Seeing that no disturbance occurred at the scene as expected, the Masters finally breathed a sigh of relief. The most difficult situation did not happen, a stroke of luck amidst misfortune. The instigator behaved with unbelievable composure, which was a stark contrast to his previous reckless impulsiveness; it was as if he had become a different person.

This aspect, even the Masters felt somewhat chilling. He was a ruthless man, knowing when to make a move and when to hold back.

A part of the Masters felt admiration, but another part felt a surge of killing intent.

Master Xu bowed with folded hands, "Disciple Yang?"

The punishment was to be publicly executed by Disciple Yang, not because of a question of ability, but because Situ Mansion was the most appropriate to carry it out.

The four Masters from Hai Xixi Quan Yuan could possibly show mercy, which the Sima Mansion would not agree to; similarly, the Sima Mansion and the two Prince Manors could not make a move either, due to the possibility of secretly imposing prohibitions.

Only the Sikong and Situ Mansions were relatively neutral, and the Sikong Mansion also needed to avoid suspicion...

Master Yang nodded, he was reluctant to do such a thing, but had no choice.

"Relax! Your resistance will only bring you additional pain."

As soon as Master Yang finished speaking, he reached out with an empty hand, and Hou Niao felt as if a hand was reaching deep into his Divine Soul. His entire Purple Mansion trembled slightly, and the pain coming from the depths of his soul was beyond description. Except for laughter, he could not think of any other expression that could represent his current mood, even if the laughter was hideous, almost devilish.

Laughter signified defiance, futility, and scorn... His gaze, so direct that even Master Yang subconsciously wanted to crush this man, was a natural reaction to potential danger.

Fortunately, the process was brief. Master Yang was professional, directly extracting the nameless Flying Sword from his Purple Mansion, crushing it to dust, and along with it, erasing every trace of the sword’s reflection in the Purple Mansion, leaving nothing behind.

What surprised him a bit was that this man’s Flying Sword actually lacked a Sword Spirit. Not every Sword Cultivator could nurture a Sword Spirit, but at their level, who did not have one? Without a Sword Spirit, he had still killed Duan Wuqian, who possessed five Sword Spirits, truly defying understanding.

Under the silent gaze of thousands, Hou Niao was stripped of everything related to the sword. Already physically weak, he staggered, struggling to stand as firmly as possible. He did not want to show his weakness. Under the fresh trauma, the impact on him was especially heavy, affecting everything – his cultivation, Divine Soul, Purple Mansion... He felt as if he were on the verge of collapse.

The Divine Senses of the Masters swept over him without restraint, ensuring a clean severance with no remnants. Master Xu gestured,

"Hou Niao, you are no longer a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, and you should leave as soon as possible."

Hou Niao finally recovered, having survived the most difficult moment. After all, he still possessed his cultivation and was not so frail as to be swayed by the wind.

He bowed respectfully to the Masters and followed the original path down the stairs. He didn’t go to find his friends but instead walked directly toward the outside of the square.

The crowd parted to make way for him, their eyes filled with complex emotions. Everyone knew that what a proud Sword Cultivator needed now was not comfort, but respect.

Yu Zhengxing sighed, "At least he’s still alive, but what can he do without his sword now?"

Li Chuping coldly said, "As long as one is alive, they will continue to cause trouble. Don’t worry, you’ll have your hands full in the future."

Fang Yazi still appeared nonchalant, "My elder brother will come back. When he does, there will be no more Masters to hold council."

A few friends managed to resist the impulse to step forward and help, but they couldn’t help but wonder about the future. Knowing that Fang Yazi was a loyal follower, Rao Zongzhi couldn’t help but ask,

"Yazi, where will our elder brother go? To Lihai? To Anhe? His situation is very dangerous now. I’ll bet there will be assassins trailing him soon. He must have a safe place to go. How can we help him?"

Seeing that all his friends were looking at him, Fang Yazi knew he couldn’t dodge the question, "Not helping is the best help! A cunning hare has three burrows. Elder brother has a mother-in-law in every village... Don’t look at me, I don’t know either; everyone knows I’m close to elder brother. Do you think it’s appropriate for me to know his whereabouts? You’re the same! When it’s time to know, you’ll naturally know."

Zong Qian nodded, "Yazi is right. The only issue we face now is how to make use of the opportunity elder brother has won for us. We have ten years, and if we still can’t become True Inheritors, we have nobody to blame but ourselves for lacking ability."

Rao Zongzhi looked at Hai Xixi, who had been silent all along and couldn’t help but ask, "Xixi, any inside news?"

Hai Xixi came back to his senses, "I’ve been pestering my ancestors to no end, but he refused to reveal the details of the council of Masters. However, I did hear some rough details. For example, on the matter of whether to abolish the existing True Inheritors, it was a narrow escape, seven votes against six.

On the choice of elder brother’s life and death, it was eight against five, which shows that most Masters still didn’t wish to see elder brother pay with his life. But as for who cast these votes, I have no idea."

Rao Zongzhi urgently said, "Xixi, you must remind the old ancestor about elder brother’s safety. If he gets ambushed, with his current condition, things probably won’t look too optimistic. Can he even get away?"

Hai Xixi smiled, "Don’t worry about it, just watch."

The gold-medal female master of ceremonies floated onto the stage, "At the end of the gathering, as per tradition, all disciples shall perform the Sword Formation!"

The Quanzhen Sect had its Sword Formations, various large and small arrays, but the performance by thousands of people didn’t have much in terms of precision. It was more an expression of solidarity, similar to shouting slogans in the Mortal World, proclaiming long life and enduring ages.

The purpose of performing the Sword Formation at this time was also to ensure that no one could leave!

Thousands of Flying Swords filled the sky, obscuring the sun and clouds. Not even a person, let alone Divine Sense, could penetrate outside the square.

It was the perfect cover for a certain someone to make his escape.