Gentlemen, it's time to enter the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Chapter 133 Does the Qinghe Sword Sect also have a counterfeit?
Chen Ye always knew one principle: compassion and discipline must go hand in hand, otherwise disaster will surely follow.

There are bound to be some mischievous spirits, but the thousands before him are far fewer than Chen Ye had imagined; he had expected at least a third of them.

It was thanks to his treasure that he could accurately sense the attitudes of these ghosts; otherwise, it wouldn't have been easy to find them one by one.

The scene before him was eerie, with ghostly figures glaring at Chen Ye or cursing him.

Having just regained a semblance of human form, it has now twisted again due to its deep resentment, transforming into a hideous demon.

Chen Ye was too lazy to waste words; these ungrateful bastards didn't deserve to listen.

"I'm asking you one last time, do you want to get out, or do you want to die?!"

As Chen Ye shouted his question, golden light shone brightly from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, illuminating the ghosts and causing them to scream repeatedly.

When hundreds of thousands of souls gathered, the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls transformed from extreme yin to yang. Its magnificent golden light, like the sun, scorched these lonely ghosts before it.

The weakened spirits could not withstand the heat and were soon scorched, screaming in agony. However, a few particularly fierce ones still dared to pounce on Chen Ye and even used magic.

Several streaks of black light and flames attacked, and Chen Ye sneered. He knew there was a demon mixed in among them.

A barrage of spells landed on Chen Ye's head, but it was like hitting a reflection in water, producing only a series of ripples.

Before taking action, Chen Ye had Bai Yueguang use illusion magic to conceal him; one can't be too careful when dealing with a demon.

If they miss their first strike, they won't have a second chance.

Ghostly soldiers emerged from all directions, and countless soul-binding chains bound these demons.

Hot oil is poured on it, and then the saw blade is pulled to cut it into several sections.

The screams were incessant, even more piercing than the previous wails. Chen Ye watched as these punishments, though not fatal, were cruel enough to show the spirits within the Ten Thousand Souls Banner their horrors.

Only by combining kindness and strictness can these hundreds of thousands of people be managed effectively.

There are certainly more than just these thousands of spirits who have other ideas in their hearts, but most of them don't have the courage to directly resist and may not really accept Chen Ye's rules.

These thousands of ghosts can then be used to establish authority.

The wailing lasted for more than an hour before Chen Ye used his sword energy to cut the leading evil spirits into nothingness.

Chen Ye didn't bother with the remaining thousands who had followed the rebellion. Without reincarnation and without a physical body, these wandering souls would vanish in a few days.

After all that, several hours were wasted.

The marks left by Zhang Qi's Heaven-Splitting Sword had faded considerably, and the chaotic sky had mostly repaired itself, finally revealing a sliver of sunlight.

The rift in the sky has begun to be repaired, and according to the Venerable Lord, the righteous cultivators should be arriving soon.

Chen Ye originally thought that the cultivators from the Qinghe Sword Sect would arrive the fastest, but he did not expect that a group of rogue cultivators would arrive first.

Several streaks of light flashed across the sky. Those mixed and impure lights were obviously the miscellaneous magical treasures of rogue cultivators. They were probably cultivators from the surrounding area, either to watch the excitement or to pick up some bargains.

Soon, people noticed Chen Ye's location. Seeing that he was holding a long banner that shone with golden light, most people did not dare to disturb him and flew away after circling around a few times.

The independent cultivators weren't stupid; this magic weapon was clearly extraordinary, and since Chen Ye arrived first, he probably got whatever treasure it was.

Rogue cultivators cherish their lives and would not fight with others for something they have never even seen.

Chen Ye was also preparing to leave, fearing that the righteous masters might say something like, "Look at your shifty eyes, you must be up to no good."

But just as he was about to leave, someone shouted from the sky, "Benefactor Chen, is that you?"

Chen Ye looked up and saw two people flying in mid-air, standing on a small flying sword, which looked crooked and about to fall at any moment.

One of them was an acquaintance of Chen Ye, the monk Bu Mei from Cixin Temple.

Chen Ye was shocked. How did he catch up with him?

The flying sword trembled as it descended, carrying not only the monk Bu Mei, but also a young cultivator.

This person's attire was quite interesting. He wore a pale yellow long robe and a bamboo hat hanging on his back. He was also flying on a sword. At first glance, he looked like a disciple of the Qinghe Sword Sect, but the mixed and impure sword light looked rather strange.

As soon as the two landed, the monk Bumei came over to greet them, saying, "Benefactor Chen, is it really you?"

Chen Ye asked in surprise, "Master Bu Mei, how did you catch up with me?"

"I was worried about your safety, so I followed you. But I don't have any magic weapon to fly. Fortunately, I met this fellow Daoist Feng Huaiyu on the way. He was willing to give me a ride, but it still took me quite a while to find you."

Chen Ye was very curious. How did the blind monk Bu Mei find him from the sky? However, it would be impolite to ask such a question. The monk Bu Mei knew that he had been taken away by the Lord, yet he still traveled hundreds of miles to catch up with him. It could only be said that the monks of Cixin Temple were truly benevolent and righteous, not feigning compassion.

Another cultivator, Feng Huaiyu, also walked up to Chen Ye and greeted him politely: "I am Feng Huaiyu, a disciple of the Qinghe Sect."

Chen Ye was about to bow when he heard this self-introduction and was momentarily stunned.

So he really is a disciple of the Qinghe Sword Sect, but his swordsmanship is wrong, isn't it?
The Qinghe Sword Sect is unparalleled in the world; their sword energy and sword light are very easy to recognize and difficult for ordinary people to fake.

Chen Ye's sword box contained genuine Qinghe sword energy; otherwise, it wouldn't have fooled those demons of the Nirvana Sect. Feng Huaiyu's sword light, however, looked completely off; to put it bluntly, it was a complete fake.

But is there anyone in this world who dares to impersonate the Qinghe Sword Sect?
Just to be on the safe side, Chen Ye couldn't help but ask, "My name is Chen Ye. I have some connection with Miss Su Chunyi of the Qinghe Sword Sect. May I ask how Fellow Daoist Feng addresses Miss Su?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Huaiyu exclaimed excitedly, "So there's such a connection! If we're talking about seniority, I should call her Grandmaster Aunt. I wouldn't dare call you Fellow Daoist. I, Feng Huaiyu, have met Senior Chen."

Chen Ye felt a little embarrassed upon hearing the word "senior".

Feng Huaiyu looked to be about the same age as him, but suddenly he was called old.

However, he also knew that in the cultivation world, seniority was not determined by cultivation level. Each sect had its own way of calculating seniority, and they would not call out the wrong names, but it would look a bit strange to outsiders.

Chen Ye quickly said, "We should treat each other as equals. I can't accept being called a senior."

Seeing that the two had already greeted each other, Monk Bumei hurriedly asked, "Is Benefactor Chen alright? That person... didn't give you any trouble, did he?"

Chen Ye laughed and said, "Of course not, I've actually benefited quite a bit. Thank you for your concern, Master. However, this place is not safe to stay any longer, so let's leave first."

The people from the Qinghe Sword Sect have all arrived. Although Feng Huaiyu doesn't seem to have a high cultivation level, it's estimated that other high-level cultivators will arrive soon as well.

Chen Ye planned to hide for a while until everyone left before discussing the matter of establishing a sect with the Venerable Master.

But just as they were about to leave, Feng Huaiyu said, "Senior, wait a moment. I heard Master Bumei say that the demons of the Nirvana Sect are performing a blood sacrifice on all living beings here. I wonder if you have seen those demons?"

"I have met a few, but those problems have all been resolved. Why do you ask, Fellow Daoist Feng?"

Feng Huaiyu said with a regretful expression, "Unfortunately, I'm too late again. I've dedicated my life to slaying demons and monsters, but so far, I haven't seen a single one."

Chen Ye wanted to offer some advice: given Feng Huaiyu's behavior just now, if he had encountered a demon, he would have been better off running away quickly, or he would have become a wronged ghost himself.

But he couldn't be so direct, so Chen Ye could only comfort him by saying, "There will definitely be an opportunity to slay demons and monsters in the future."

Unexpectedly, Feng Huaiyu then asked, "Could you please tell me, senior, how you slay demons and monsters?"

Looking at his curious expression, he seemed like a child waiting to hear a story.

Chen Ye couldn't refuse outright, so he could only agree, saying, "Then let's talk as we walk; we shouldn't linger here."

Summoning the Black Whirlwind, Chen Ye and the monk Bu Mei once again rode on the back of the giant crow, while Feng Huaiyu flew beside him with great interest, seemingly very interested in Chen Ye's spirit pet, and even thinking of feeding the Black Whirlwind some fruit.

However, Black Whirlwind had been spoiled by Chen Ye and now looked down on ordinary fruits.

Chen Ye felt something was off the more he looked at Feng Huaiyu. He seemed so unsophisticated and didn't look like a disciple of the Qinghe Sword Sect.

After subtly creating some distance, Chen Ye asked the monk Bu Mei in a low voice, "Master, how did you meet this Fellow Daoist Feng? Is he really a disciple of the Qinghe Sword Sect?"

The monk Bu Mei said, "We just met by chance on the road. He saw me walking in the snow and that I was blind, so he kindly gave me a ride. As for his background, didn't he just say that he is a disciple of the Qinghe Sect, not the Qinghe Sword Sect?"

Chen Ye was stunned for a moment.

Qinghe Sect, Qinghe Sword Sect... Are these two sects?
Why are there still counterfeit versions?
Chen Ye hurriedly asked, "What kind of sect is the Qinghe Sect?"

The monk Bu Mei explained, "The Qinghe Sword Sect is extremely strict in accepting disciples. Those who lack talent or whose character does not meet the requirements will find it difficult to enter. However, the Qinghe Sword Sect guards both sides of the Qinghe River and is like a god to the locals. Many independent cultivators who could not join the Qinghe Sword Sect formed this Qinghe Sect, just to gain some of its fame."

Chen Ye asked in surprise, "The Qinghe Sword Sect can tolerate this?"

Monk Bumei laughed and said, "What can we do if we can't tolerate it? The Qinghe Sword Sect always talks about reason. We can't destroy the Qinghe Sect just because the names are similar."

Chen Ye understood. This was the true meaning of a gentleman deceiving others with reason. The Qinghe Sword Sect was reasonable, so even if you tried to ride on their coattails, the Qinghe Sword Sect couldn't do anything to you.

But Chen Ye felt something was off and asked, "Then why did he say Su Chunyi was his grandmaster uncle? They're not even from the same sect, so why is he trying to claim kinship like this?"

The monk Bu Mei explained, "I've heard that some disciples in the Qinghe Sect once studied under the Qinghe Sword Sect and learned some skills, but were ultimately not selected. I guess they called themselves nominal disciples, so the seniority calculated in this way can't be wrong."

Chen Ye was speechless. This was really just blatant self-promotion. Feng Huaiyu actually dared to call himself Su Chunyi's grand-disciple.

However, it's likely that the Qinghe Sword Sect is keeping a close eye on these imposters and won't allow them to tarnish their reputation. If any problems arise, they will definitely be the first targets for exorcism.

No, if we keep a close eye on him, won't this kid attract the attention of the Qinghe Sword Sect?

Chen Ye doesn't want to be targeted by those sword immortals right now.

Just as Chen Ye was about to find a reason to part ways with Feng Huaiyu, he suddenly sensed something was wrong. He looked up and saw a light appearing in the distance.

The sword light was pure and brilliant, like a shooting star.

The genuine cultivators of the Qinghe Sword Sect have arrived.

Chen Ye couldn't help but glance at Feng Huaiyu. This kid was not only not flustered at all, but also looked at the sword light with envy, as if it were really his master's elder.

Not only that, he also shouted loudly, "Seniors, look! The elders of the Qinghe Sword Sect are here! Let's go and greet them!"

That kid is shameless.

(End of this chapter)