Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 114 - 113 Xuanji Sect

"You! You! You..."

The Golden Core Master of the Xuanji Sect was stunned in mid-air, his entire body trembling, his beard and hair standing on end, and he was frozen on the spot, unable to say a word for a long time.

Tie Dan also hadn’t expected this person to be such a coward. His fellow disciple was slaughtered right in front of him, yet he didn’t dare to step in and seek revenge?

This was rather troublesome. Since this guy didn’t willingly fall into the trap, Tie Dan found it hard to take the initiative and create trouble...

Sure, he couldn’t ’make the first move’ after all, since Tie Dan had received the Daoist Collection from the Old Xuan Sect and now knew many hidden rules.

For example, when we Mystic Sect do things, we emphasize reasoning and evidence, cause and effect, clean and tidy, with no debts left unpaid.

So there used to be a paradox, which Tie Dan has now figured out.

You see, when someone from the Mystic Sect is killed by an outsider, it’s natural for the master, the disciple, and the Daoist companions to seek vengeance. It’s naturally about killing all the way until the enemy’s home is ransacked, and the reputation is restored.

But what if it’s not an outsider? If it’s internal infighting, Mystic Sect comrades killing each other, then who takes responsibility?

After all, your master-student lineage is also mine. Your disciple kills mine, and my master kills yours. Wouldn’t it lead to endless retaliation, a chain reaction, self-destruction of the entire sect?

Thus, after discussion at several Cloud Platform meetings by the Nine Great Xuan Sect Leaders, the solution was determined.

Our Nine Great Mystic Sects, connected like branches from the same root, are all considered the same sect!

Ah~~ As long as it’s infighting between sect members, everyone accepts it as self-destined tribulation, no interference!

Yes, to put it more clearly, whoever strikes first is at fault, and if they die, it counts as dying in vain!

And as long as you don’t go too far to the point of wiping out a whole family, even if you make an uproar in front of the Sect Leader of the opposing sect, there’ll still be a way to speak up.

Why did your disciple strike first but couldn’t win? If you couldn’t teach them well and even sided with the wrong one, where is your face!?

As long as the Sect Leader is not particularly petty and abides by the rules, typically, for the sake of the sect’s reputation, they can only grit their teeth and endure.

At most, they’ll remember you and, in the future, bring up a powerful disciple to avenge and wipe out the shame.

That’s why Tie Dan dared to boldly not hide in White Deer Town and kill people from White Deer Peak.

Who told you to strike first and fail to win? Such behavior is reckless!

"White Deer Peak is indeed hospitable! I, considering the kinship of our Mystic Sect comrades, especially came to pawn and support your business!

I didn’t expect petty people to poison me in a treacherous plan! Murder and plunder! To conspire for wealth and harm lives! Without an explanation, I will not stop!"

Tie Dan leaped onto the pawnshop roof, his Inner Strength reverberating, sending his voice a thousand miles, "I will not stop! Not stop! Stop! Stop!" With an angry roar, it resonated, shaking heaven and earth, shocking everyone!

Just like birds in the forest being startled, immediately a large group of busybodies, whether hopping or jumping, flying or walking, gathered over with a clamor to watch the spectacle.

"You, you... this..."

The Xuanji Sect Master’s face was all fury with tense eyebrows, incapable of speech, his mouth agape with nothing to say.

Seeing this man was a poor speaker, Tie Dan immediately seized the opportunity, wholeheartedly making his case, clasped his fists, and bowed to everyone around him,

"My fellow friends, passing by, please bear witness! My name is Tie Dan! Swordsman of Yanzi Cave, Guangxia Mountain, Sword Sect!

Traveling the Jianghu, my funds ran dry, so I pawned some fortuitous finds, yet I was tricked and plotted against by this vile and treacherous bunch! Lies and deception! Treacherous schemes! Almost lost my life!

Now with both eyewitness and material evidence present! What more do you have to say!"

As Tie Dan spoke, he swung his fist and struck, tearing off the roof tiles.

He directly tore down the roof of the house from earlier, pulling out layers of iron mesh nets, throwing them on the ground, among numerous flying swords.

Meanwhile, others did not know he had just used the Turbo Technique. Seeing him now, his entire body erupting with skin, bleeding all over, with broken swords piercing him, he truly seemed to have narrowly escaped death, which further added to his credibility.

"Despicable!" "Truly shameless!" "Even planning against fellow Mystic Sect comrades, it’s so low." "They dared to provoke Sword Sect members?" "Hmph, they probably picked on a smaller sect on purpose." "If they treat their own sect members like this, what about us Loose Cultivators?" "Also, their offered price is low, basically forcing us, it’s rubbish." "Pah! Xuanji Sect! Hypocritical! Backstabbing! Really disgusting!"

It seemed that White Deer Peak abused its advantageous position, gouged prices, and was generally unscrupulous. Or perhaps Loose Cultivators experienced too many similar encounters while wandering the Jianghu, so they deeply empathized and vented their anger at White Deer Peak!

"Ah, this... no... you, you... I... this..."

The Xuanji Sect Master felt the hostility permeating from the surrounding crowd, and some in the crowd even locked eyes with him, causing him to sweat profusely, his head swelling with anxiety.

Worse yet, the shopkeeper’s wife and children rushed out from the inner quarters. They were not cultivators and naturally couldn’t hear the crowd’s discussions outside. They only saw the corpse flung into the courtyard by Tie Dan, head smashed, and saw Tie Dan covered in blood and bedraggled, then saw the master from the Xuanji Sect high in the sky, with a flushed face. Instantly they let out a "Waagh—!" and screamed, rushing to the corpse, wailing in despair.

"Master! Stand up for us widows and orphans, master! Awooo!"

"Father!"

Tie Dan also looked at the Master.

"Yes, come and stand up."

That master, just a mere Core Formation cultivator, had been spooked earlier by Tie Dan’s ghost-like movement techniques and dared not to make a move. Now, confronted by such a hostile crowd, he dared not act.

But though he didn’t dare, someone else did.

"Bang!"

A giant white hand formed from Xuanming True Qi suddenly descended from the clouds, striking straight into the courtyard! Instantly flattening the shopkeeper’s whole family old and young, smashed into an indistinguishable bloody pulp! The blood wave splattered like a tide, frozen by the cold wind mid-air, transforming into endless red snow! Covering Tie Dan!

In an instant, cold energy enveloped everywhere, as if harsh winter! The crowd went silent, their flags withdrawn, noiseless!

The Golden Core Master thumped down onto the ground, kneeling in the bloody marsh, and bowed to the sky,

"Master!"

Tie Dan looked up and saw in the sky a cloud of White Cloud Qi, a gathering of icy storms, with countless crystalline ice forming in mid-air, under the glow of light, manifesting the Dharma Manifestation, transformed into a man in white robes, white hair, white eyebrows, looking down with arrogant eyes, gazing over the masses.

"Yanzi Cave’s people, are you satisfied now?"

Tie Dan wiped off the shattered flesh and ice from his face and coldly said,

"Not satisfied!"

That Master manifested a Dharma Form to show force but didn’t expect Tie Dan to be so tough, his spine sharp like a spike, and chuckled coldly, raising his eyebrows,

"This is considered my Xuanji Sect’s lax discipline, these parasites relying on sect protection, who tarnish the reputation of our Dao, have been dealt with, what more do you want?" freewebnøvel.coɱ

Tie Dan laughed coldly,

"You commit your own suicide! It’s not me calling the shots, what does it have to do with me!"

The onlookers couldn’t help but sigh, this Tie Dan truly had an iron head.

To manifest such a Dharma Form and recognized as a "Master," he is at least a Nascent Soul old monster, possibly even the Divinity Transformation Ancestor of White Deer Peak. Even if there were compelling reasons, who in this age would dare accuse such an entity of injustice? What’s more, the superior even personally extended a gesture to save face for you, yet you’re being given no way down, somewhat courting death...

Indeed, the Master from White Deer Peak had to endure his anger with difficulty,

"Fine, you say, what do you want!"

Tie Dan dared to ask directly, raising the pawn ticket in his hand,

"I came openly and aboveboard, pawning legitimately found items! Pawning for a chest of gold, a sword! Documentation is here, fair trade, no swindling of old and young! Bring it!"

The old ancestor was infuriated into laughing,

"Fine! Give it to you!"

A sound of thunder roared, shaking mountains and rocks, from the green cliff of White Deer Peak’s summit, hurled over, a massive granite boulder flew, as if struck by a palm!

Tie Dan was already prepared! Urgently executing turbo continuously! Swiftly darting away, narrowly dodging the stone impact!

And that giant stone "Boom!" with a loud crash! Struck the position he had just stood on! Stone fragments exploded, flying recklessly in all directions, directly flattening the pawnshop into rubble!

Even the kneeling Golden Core disciple of the Xuanji Sect was struck by a fragment! Spitting blood! Catapulted backwards! Blood spurting from mouth and nose, severely injured!

Meanwhile, the shop’s servants, maids, and handmaids, all ordinary people, suffered collateral damage, not knowing how many were hit dead by the flying stone!

Amidst the smoke and dust, Tie Dan landed back on the ground with a somber expression, blood streaming down his face, looking around at the blood and carnage everywhere, and then at the split granite revealing a bronze sword.

The treasure sword appeared in the world, dazzling with blue light, its sword aura radiant. Just looking at its rare and archaic craftsmanship, probably as a burial ceremonial item, one would say it’s an artifact handed down from generation to generation of Immortal Venerables, and people would believe it.

That old ancestor, seeing that even this hadn’t killed the kid, knew that his time wasn’t up, exhaling with exasperation, vanishing into the air with a wave of his sleeve.

"The sword is here! Give him the gold!"

Therefore, the Golden Core disciple could only cough up blood, crawling out from the rubble and snow heap, digging into his pockets, and taking out a box of gold, placing it in front of Tie Dan.

Tie Dan surveyed the scattered limbs and flesh, the uneven grounds of blood, coldly saying.

"Alright, we’re square."

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