Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 741: Sect Civil War

“Isn’t this the Sword-Cleansing Pond I used frequently?” the Taciturn Daoist Priest wondered. No wonder it looks so familiar. I often used the Sword-Cleansing Pond to cleanse my violent energy in my youth.

This was a treasure passed down through generations of the Dao-Seeking Sect. Even the Grand-Shifu had frequently used the Sword-Cleansing Pond to cleanse his violent energy, lest he lose his temper and beat the Taciturn Daoist Priest to death.

From this perspective, the Sword-Cleansing Pond was the Taciturn Daoist Priest’s savior.

Noticing his shifu’s reaction, Lu Yang explained sheepishly, “Well, I heard about the legends of you and Grand-Shifu and wanted to emulate you both, so I was comprehending the Sword Dao by the Sword-Cleansing Pond. It was probably because I got too close that the Sword-Cleansing Pond latched onto me.”

As if confirming Lu Yang’s words, the Sword-Cleansing Pond circled him joyfully.

“You know what, the Sword-Cleansing Pond is indeed an extremely useful offensive magical treasure.”

The Sword-Cleansing Pond was much easier to use than the Qingfeng Sword. While the Qingfeng Sword was an immortal sword, Yun Zhi had placed layer upon layer of seals on it. For Lu Yang, it was just a sword commensurate with his cultivation level.

But the Sword-Cleansing Pond was different. Not only was its quality top-notch, but it also shared a tacit understanding with Lu Yang, allowing the latter to move it as effortlessly as his own arm.

With One Sword Into Ten Thousand Swords, it smashed the ground full of pits and craters, demonstrating immense power.

“If you put it that way, the Sword-Cleansing Pond is indeed pretty useful.” As a master in Sword Dao, the Taciturn Daoist Priest could also see the Sword-Cleansing Pond’s power.

Unfortunately, he and the Sword-Cleansing Pond were destined to meet but not fated to be together. The opportunity went to Lu Yang, and the Taciturn Daoist Priest could only silently offer his blessings.

“Come, sword techniques require repeated practice to master. Try it a few more times.”

Lu Yang nodded and obediently activated the Sword-Cleansing Pond. Once again, the sky was filled with numerous Sword-Cleansing Ponds, shrouding Heaven’s Gate Peak in darkness.

“One Sword Into Ten Thousand Swords, fall!”

Boom! Boom!

With his previous success, executing it this time went even more smoothly.

“Haha, Old Nine, I never expected you could also teach disciples.” First Elder’s hearty laughter came from the air.

The Taciturn Daoist Priest disliked this remark. “Shoo shoo, what do you mean by ‘I could also teach disciples?’ Look at Little Zhi, Little Jin, Little Tian, and Little Yang—which one of them wasn’t taught by me?”

First Elder scoffed. “That’s enough. You make it sound like Little Zhi’s high cultivation has anything to do with you.”

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. As if they had discussed this beforehand, one elder after another flew to Heaven’s Gate Peak; even Sixth Elder, who rarely showed herself, came over.

As soon as Sixth Elder arrived, everyone tacitly switched to communicating through their spiritual consciousness.

“It’s been a long time since we senior and junior brothers have gathered. Why don’t we take this chance to spar a bit?” First Elder proposed with a smile.

The Taciturn Daoist Priest’s face darkened. “Last time you said that, you all ganged up on me and beat me half to death, then even made me sect leader afterward.”

“Old Nine, that’s where you’re wrong. So many people covet the position of sect leader. The eight of us remembered our bond as fellow disciples, which was why we reluctantly gave it up and let you become sect leader. Yet you blame us for it now?”

The Taciturn Daoist Priest chuckled dryly. It’s not like this is my first day roaming the jianghu. How could I believe your nonsense?

“Don’t worry, we’ll have a fair exchange this time. Just like the old days, it’ll be a casual spar with no teams. Nine people, free for all.”

“That’s more like it.”

The eight elders and the Taciturn Daoist Priest exchanged smiles, as if recalling their youthful days under the tutelage of the Grand-Shifu.

“Let’s have a round.”

Nine renowned Fusion cultivators of the current era commenced battle atop Heaven’s Gate Peak. The Taciturn Daoist Priest’s Sword Dao, First Elder’s dreamscape spells, Grandpa Ba’s arrays, Third Elder’s physique cultivation, Fourth Elder’s Confucian cultivation, Fifth Elder’s artifact refinement techniques, Sixth Elder’s Immaculate Immortal Physique, Seventh Elder’s pill-concoction techniques, and Eighth Elder’s talismans—all were peerless with the highest attainments among those of the same realm.

Although the Taciturn Daoist Priest and First Elder were already at the Half-Step Transcendent Tribulation Stage, the battlefield was unpredictable. When the nine of them started fighting, it wasn’t a situation where higher cultivation guaranteed victory.

The elders rarely fought, so the Dao-Seeking Sect disciples quickly selected the closest vantage points to watch the battle. A battle between Fusion cultivators could shake heaven and earth; there was no need to observe from directly underneath like Lu Yang.

“Who do you think will win?”

“Sixth Elder’s Immaculate Immortal Physique is impervious to all spells. Within the domain of immortal physique, Sixth Elder is unbeatable!”

“The Immaculate Immortal Physique may be powerful, but it’s not yet unbeatable.”

“I think it’ll probably be First Elder. I heard he was a tough character in his youth. It’s only in his old age that he began cultivating his character, digging holes everywhere and building tombs illegally.”

“Yes yes, I heard from the elders in my family that First Elder has quite a few enemies in the imperial city, and they’re minimally third-rank officials,” said a senior male disciple who lived in the imperial city. Although his family wasn’t as prominent as the Meng Family, it was still considered an influential ancestral clan in the imperial city.

“If you put it that way, then our sect leader is stronger than First Elder. The streets of the imperial city are full of our sect leader’s enemies.”

“You're underestimating our sect leader. It’s not only the imperial city that is full of his enemies—it’s the entire cultivation world. Regardless of whether it’s the Central Continent, the Demon Region, or the Buddhist Kingdom, just find any cultivator who’s lived two thousand years and ask them. Who doesn’t have a grudge against our sect leader?”

“Why does your tone sound somewhat proud?”

“Of course, I’m proud. Despite enemies everywhere, our sect leader is still alive and kicking. That’s skill.”

The nine Fusion cultivators fought in a chaotic battle, each dishing out their mighty abilities. It was as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth was splitting. The commotion was far greater than when Lu Yang was practicing his sword technique. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The hard soil at Heaven’s Gate Peak was like mud in the hands of the elders, manipulated at will. Trees toppled as if swept by a hurricane, completely uprooted and leaving not a blade of grass standing.

The elders first attacked the strongest—the Taciturn Daoist Priest and First Elder. Arrays combined with talismans, and pill-concocting techniques combined with artifact-refinement techniques... These two were no pushovers either; their Sword Dao and dreamscape spells displayed their might, unpredictable and ever-changing.

But under the joint assault of the seven elders, the two still showed signs of fatigue and gradually revealed openings.

Just as the disciples were speculating about who would be the ultimate victor, a puppet shot into the sky and swatted the elders down one by one, as if it was dropping dumplings into a pot. Only when it reached Sixth Elder did it strike a bit more lightly.

Despite their exceptionally talented cultivations, the elders and the sect leader couldn’t retaliate at all. Just like that, they were defeated and crashed to the ground, thoroughly disoriented.

They looked up and saw the puppet standing before them, holding a large bundle of hoes. Without a word, it handed each of them a hoe and pointed at the scene of devastation on Heaven’s Gate Peak.

Its meaning was clear—no one was leaving today until the mess was cleaned up.

Witnessing this sight, Lu Yang felt fortunate that his cultivation was too low to be qualified to participate in battles of this level.

The puppet handed the last hoe to Lu Yang.

Remembering the scene of him performing One Sword Into Ten Thousand Swords, Lu Yang quietly accepted the hoe and joined the elders’ land-levelling crew.

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Outside the Dao-Seeking Sect, Chieftain Jin was still anxiously awaiting news from the Dao-Seeking Sect.

“It’s been a whole day. Why hasn’t Big Brother sent any message? Is the Dao-Seeking Sect too dangerous? Can’t he let me in?

“Or has Big Brother forgotten about me?”