Invincible Dad-Chapter 576: From Now On, Penglai Has No Sword Pavilion_1

Xu Lai sighed softly.

He had come to the Penglai Sword Pavilion merely to investigate the origin of the Demon Sword and the whereabouts of its other half. He didn’t even intend to hold the Sword Pavilion accountable for allowing Deng Xiaoyao to seek revenge, but it was clear they had no intention of letting him off.

Seeing Xu Lai remain silent, Yu Hui shouted fiercely, "Your daughter isn’t dead, and neither are you! But the Pavilion Master of the Penglai Sword Pavilion and Deng Xiaoyao both died at your hands. How cruel you are!"

"Is this the logic of the Penglai Sword Pavilion?" Xu Lai’s calm gaze swept over Yu Hui, who was floating in the air, and the other two Supreme Elders.

"Strength is logic," one of the male Supreme Elders sneered. "The Cultivation World has always been about the survival of the fittest. Surely you know that?"

Xu Lai nodded. "I know."

"Since you know, cripple your own Cultivation Level and kneel before the Sword Tomb to atone," Yu Hui said. "If the three of us attack, your end will be miserable."

Although she and the other two Supreme Elders knew Xu Lai’s boundary was not low, given he could control a million swords, they didn’t take him too seriously. After all, the three of them were among the most powerful prodigies the Penglai Sword Pavilion had seen in the last seventeen hundred years. All of them had walked the Penglai Heaven Rank, reached the true starry sky, and survived the Golden Core Tribulation.

Unfortunately, due to their limited talent and other reasons, all three were stuck at the peak of the Golden Core Realm, unable to take that crucial final step. Therefore, when their lifespans were nearly exhausted, they were sealed within the Dao Endowment, waiting to intervene if the Sword Pavilion faced danger or to witness its future glory.

The Peak of the Golden Core Realm. That was the source of their confidence.

"The principles of swordsmanship are the same as the principles of being a person. I thought the Penglai Sword Pavilion would be reasonable, but I never expected you to be so unreasonable," Xu Lai said, his hands clasped behind his back and his expression exceptionally calm. "Since you won’t be reasonable, then neither will I."

"And how do you plan to be unreasonable?" Yu Hui asked mockingly. "Are you going to use that Demon Sword at your side to fight the three of us?"

Xu Lai hadn’t held a sword in eighty thousand years. Yet now, he gripped the No Righteous Sword, examining it closely before letting out a dry laugh.

No Righteous. A fitting name. If the heart isn’t righteous, the sword won’t be righteous, and the path one follows will naturally be crooked. This was never a Demon Sword to begin with. It was the wielder who became demonic, and so the sword became a Demon Sword.

"You brat, you truly don’t know what’s good for you." Seeing Xu Lai pick up the sword, Yu Hui’s expression turned icy. She knew the power of this Demon Sword and certainly wouldn’t underestimate it.

But unexpectedly, Xu Lai flicked the No Righteous Sword. The black-and-red blade instantly shattered, leaving only the hilt. The hilt was the color of bronze, emanating an ancient aura.

The three Supreme Elders and the twenty-some Elders of the Sword Pavilion were all stunned. What was Xu Lai doing?

"From this day forward, there is no need for the Penglai Sword Pavilion to exist."

As Xu Lai’s voice fell, the million swords in the Sword Tomb behind him suddenly shattered, turning into countless pieces of scrap iron that clattered crisply to the ground.

"You... how dare you!" Yu Hui was beside herself with fury.

The Sword Tomb was a sacred place in the hearts of Sword Cultivators from this country and abroad, and these million swords were the accumulation of the Penglai Sword Pavilion over a thousand years. It contained many divine swords forged from precious materials, and now they were all shattered!

Murderous intent flared in her eyes and those of the other two Supreme Elders. They charged at Xu Lai together, but they all suddenly spat out mouthfuls of blood and fell to the ground, screaming in agony. They discovered that their cultivation levels, once powerful enough to shake the stars, had completely vanished.

In the blink of an eye, they had been turned into cripples. Even her life-bound sword could no longer be gripped. When she clenched her teeth and forced herself to grasp it, only a broken fragment remained. A mysterious power had afflicted their swords, shattering them all.

Yu Hui spat out another large mouthful of fresh blood, her face a mask of sorrow. She saw the Sword Tomb, where a million swords should have stood, become a true tomb of swords in every sense of the word. She saw the countless buildings on Penglai Island collapse. She saw the Penglai Sword Intent—nurtured in secret for seventeen hundred years, powerful enough to pierce the heavens—dissipate like smoke and fog.

She also saw the twenty-some Elders of the Penglai Sword Pavilion, along with countless disciples, all collapse to the ground, howling in agony as their boundary and Sword Intent vanished into nothingness.

It had all happened in the space of a few breaths. The Penglai Sword Pavilion, one of the thirteen Holy Lands, had been utterly destroyed, inside and out.

In despair, Yu Hui asked, "Who in the world are you? Why did you destroy the Penglai Sword Pavilion?"

"The way of the sword requires one’s heart to be one with the sword. I am helping you return to the true path," Xu Lai said.

"You are destroying the very foundation of the Sword Path! You are severing the path for countless Sword Cultivators in Hua Country! You are a sinner for the ages! You monster!" Yu Hui hysterically cried and cursed, "The Yunxiao Sect will not let you get away with this! They will flay you alive, you monster!"

Engulfed by an aura of death, and without the support of her boundary, she had only a few dozen breaths left to live.

The Elders of the Penglai Sword Pavilion were equally despairing, but they dared not hate Xu Lai and could only tremble in fear. Their cultivation levels, which they had painstakingly built over decades, even centuries, were gone in an instant. Their spirits were on the verge of collapse.

"The sword is in Shushan."

Xu Lai gave everyone a deep look. He had long ago left a sword in Hua Country’s Shushan, and within it resided the Great Dao of the Sword—something that would drive all Sword Cultivators in the Immortal Domain into a frenzy. As for these Sword Cultivators before him who had lost their Sword Hearts, how many could once again grasp their Sword Intent, pick up a sword, and perhaps even advance further... that would depend on their own individual fortune.

"I curse you to a wretched death! I curse your bloodline to be severed! I curse you to never enter the cycle of reincarnation for all eternity! I curse you..." Yu Hui stared at Xu Lai with venomous hatred, cursing him endlessly.

Xu Lai beckoned. The three Supreme Elders’ bodies floated into the air. They struggled in alarm, trying to escape, but it was futile.

Xu Lai’s Divine Sense surged into their minds and began a soul search. He soon frowned. "The Yunxiao Sect!"

The No Righteous Sword. It had been suppressed here by the Yunxiao Sect. It was at that time that an Elder from the Yunxiao Sect, a Sword Cultivator, came to Penglai Island with two disciples and founded the Sword Pavilion. The other three major sects and eight pavilions were likely established in a similar fashion, each suppressing something, though none of it seemed to be related to swords.

Unfortunately, the No Righteous Sword was already incomplete when it was sealed, consisting of only the hilt.

"Hm?" Something suddenly occurred to Xu Lai.

Princess Ji Jie of the Moon Clan had once made a deal with him, trading the location of Jing Ke’s residence on Earth for a broken sword from a Quasi-Emperor’s Tomb. Xu Lai later learned that a mysterious person had issued a bounty four thousand years ago. The key to the tomb could be exchanged for a Nine Revolutions Immortal Pill—an Emperor’s Elixir. Xu Lai himself only possessed a single one. There was also a broken sword in the tomb that could be exchanged for half a Nine Revolutions Immortal Pill.

What kind of broken sword is that valuable?

A complete Nine Revolutions Immortal Pill could allow a mortal with no cultivation foundation to instantly become an Immortal Venerable, blessed with a lifespan of one hundred thousand years. Half a pill was also immensely valuable. Even if one’s boundary couldn’t be raised by much, it granted a solid fifty thousand years of life. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

The sword’s blade was with Shang Yuan, a descendant of Great Emperor Yin Yang.

Gazing at the hilt of the No Righteous Sword, Xu Lai suddenly began to laugh. Everything connected.