So it turns out I'm the demon!

The explosion was so loud that even the big tree beneath Jiang Mu's feet trembled.

"What happened?"

A sense of unease crept into Jiang Mu's heart.

He strode to the edge of the tree canopy, parted the branches and leaves and looked towards the city.

A towering flame could be seen rising from within the city of Fazhou.

Thick smoke billowed up from behind the city wall, blooming into a mushroom cloud in the air.

Before he could even think about the exact location of the explosion, chaos erupted in the distant demon army camp.

First came a few scattered cheers, then more and more erupted.

"The magistrate of Tanzhou City is dead; the city is about to fall!"

"The grand formation is about to be shut down!"

"Hahaha! That human slut's dead! Brothers, get ready to charge in and feast!"

The voices rose in waves.

Countless demons echoed the shouts.

Jiang Mu's gaze was cold.

He recalled what Young Master Zhao had said about a traitor within Fazhou City and muttered, "Could it be that the traitor has suddenly launched an attack?"

He stared at the still-rising flames, pondered for a moment, then turned to Ji Hongyuan beside him and said in a deep voice:

"Lingzhu and Rou'er are currently safe where they are. However, just in case, you should go and secretly keep watch over them." "And what about you?"

"I'll go into town and take a look!"

Ji Hongyuan stopped swinging her long legs and stared straight at Jiang Mu:

"Didn't you ever think that they were shouting all this on purpose for you to hear? Making such a commotion, and then at this exact moment shouting that the headmaster is dead, it's all to lure you over there."

"I know."

Jiang Mu said calmly, "Even if it's an obvious conspiracy, I still have to go and see for myself."

With that, the man vanished in a flash.

A cold wind blew through the empty tree canopy, causing a few withered leaves to swirl and fall onto Ji Hongyuan's knees.

"Can………"

Ji Hongyuan picked up a withered leaf and snorted softly, "What a romantic playboy."

Inside the city of Fazhou.

Shui Miaozheng rushed to the west gate, only to find a scene of utter devastation.

Several rooms inside the barbican were half-collapsed by the bomb, and charred beams lay haphazardly on the pile of rubble.

The remaining talismans on the city wall were burned and damaged by a few clusters of still-burning flames.

The ground was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

More than a dozen demon slayers and city guards lay scattered among the rubble, some clutching their severed arms and groaning in pain, others hitting their heads on the broken stones and passing out...

Physicians carrying medicine kits kept running back and forth among the wounded.

Shui Miaozheng's pretty face was gloomy, and her beautiful eyes were filled with frost.

"Master Boss!"

A dark-skinned man scrambled forward and knelt down with a thud.

The man's face was half blackened by smoke, and he had a bleeding gash on his forehead. His face was full of grief, anger, and self-blame.

"Master Yang, what exactly is going on?"

Ming Cuicui, standing beside Shui Miaozheng, demanded sharply, "The great formation was attacked from within! How did you defend the west gate?!"

Yang Renxu slammed his fist into the scorched earth, his eyes red-rimmed, trembling with rage.

"It's that bastard Zhao Qihu! I never imagined he was a mole planted in our Demon Slaying Division by the Red Umbrella Cult."

While I was filling the array with materials, that beast detonated a lightning bolt at a key point, attempting to destroy the city's protective array from the inside! That beast! I trusted him so much all this time!

"How's the formation here?"

Shui Miaozheng coldly interrupted his sobbing.

Yang Renxu quickly replied:

"Fortunately, we discovered it in time and protected the array's core. The array only had a small crack in the southwest corner, which has already been repaired. Moreover, you, Master, repeatedly instructed us to place more protective talismans at various array cores, so the overall defense of the array was not affected and can still hold."

Shui Miaozheng arrived at the city wall, closed her eyes, and spread her divine sense.

After carefully sensing the barrier in front of him and confirming that the spiritual energy flow of the array was still stable, he finally felt a little relieved.

Where is Zhao Qihu?

Shui Miaozheng opened her eyes, her tone cold.

Yang Renxu gritted his teeth and said angrily, "That kid is extremely cunning. Seeing that he had failed to destroy the main formation, he was afraid that we would surround and kill him, so he escaped out of the city through the short-lived crack that was blown open."

Shui Miaozheng narrowed her long phoenix eyes slightly, staring at Yang Renxu's face, which was filled with grief and indignation, for a few seconds, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.

She didn't say anything more, just waved her hand wearily:

"Clean this up first. Send the wounded to the hospital immediately, and get any necessary medicines from the storeroom. Double the manpower at the array's core, and maintain a 12-hour continuous guard post. If anything goes wrong again, you'll be held responsible!"

"Yes, I will atone with my life!"

Yang Renxu kowtowed heavily, then got up and hurriedly left to direct the remaining situation.

Watching his retreating figure, Ming Cuicui stomped her foot angrily:

"This Yang Renxu is utterly useless and more of a hindrance than a help. When you handed Ximen over to him, he swore he would protect this place as long as he was there."

And what happened? They didn't even know such a huge mole was lurking right under their noses, almost causing a major disaster!

Shui Miaozheng gazed at the demonic aura outside the city and said softly:

"No, this is more than just oversight. Cui Cui, didn't you notice? Detonating the formation at this time is such a bad timing."

"At what time?"

Ming Cuicui scratched her head, looking puzzled.

Shui Miaozheng said, "Since the Red Umbrella Sect has such a terrifying explosive device that can instantly destroy the great formation, the wisest course of action would be to wait until the demons outside the city have shaken the great formation to the point of collapse and exhausted its spiritual power, and then blow it up from the inside all at once."

By then, with the combined efforts of those inside and outside, even if we wanted to repair it, it would be impossible, and Yunzhou City would fall.

Even if the explosion had occurred during the most intense attack by the monsters, it would have had a remarkable effect.

But ironically, they chose to set fire to the demon army camp outside, when the demon offensive was temporarily halted and our defensive pressure was at its lowest. This only served to expose their long-planted spies and did absolutely nothing to help breach the city.

Ming Cuicui suddenly realized and then guessed:

"Could it be that they still have many of these explosive devices, so they're just using one to test the waters and see if our formation is truly effective?" "Impossible."

Shui Miaozheng shook her head. "This level of formation-breaking lightning fire is extremely precious. If there were many, we might as well have detonated them all at once from the beginning. Why drag it out until now?"

I suspect the mole risked exposure to blow open this breach, not to let monsters in and breach the city…”

At this point, Shui Miaozheng's beautiful eyes sharpened, and she said in a low voice:

"Cui Cui, immediately take a team of trusted men and thoroughly patrol all the blind spots in the city, focusing on checking for any unfamiliar faces. If you encounter any suspicious persons, arrest them without asking for permission! If they resist, kill them on the spot!"

"yes!"

Ming Cuicui's expression turned serious, and she turned to leave.

"etc."

Shui Miaozheng called out to her, her red lips slightly parted, "Go tell Zhu Chang to bring a concealment artifact and keep an eye on Yang Renxu from now on."

Ming Cuicui was taken aback, staring in astonishment at her manager: "Manager, do you suspect Hall Master Yang...?"

"Let's keep an eye on them first, but don't alert them," Shui Miaozheng said calmly.

"Okay, I'll take care of it right away."

Ming Cuicui clenched her fist tightly and walked away quickly.

After Ming Cuicui left, Shui Miaozheng rubbed her temples, about to turn around and inspect the next array eye.

Just then, a ticking sound suddenly rang in my ears.

It sounded like a drop of water falling from a height into a well, with a crisp, clear sound.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing sound of swords clashing and buzzing suddenly exploded in Shui Miaozheng's mind, making her blood boil.

Shui Miaozheng's pupils contracted, and with nimble fingers, a round fan slid into her palm.

With a flick of her wrist, the fan flew out of her hand.

The fan unfurled around her in a pale blue arc, spinning rapidly and cutting through the air, leaving a white trail in its wake.

The white mark was initially just a thin line, but it quickly spread to both sides, transforming into a semi-transparent white curtain that enveloped her within it.

The next moment, countless crisscrossing marks appeared on the white curtain.

The lines vary in depth and length, each one as fine as a hair.

Shui Miaozheng stood in the center of the white curtain enveloped in sword energy, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, and slowly uttered two words:

"Sword Domain!"

The surrounding ruins, city walls, and even the wailing wounded soldiers on the ground all slowly disappeared from sight, like the fading colors of an ink painting.

Between heaven and earth, only gray and white remained.

And the omnipresent, suffocatingly sharp sword energy.

boom!

A burly figure crashed heavily to the ground.

The soles of the boots stepped onto the semi-transparent ground formed by sword energy, creating a visible shockwave.

The newcomer was a large, muscular man wearing a bronze mask.

He carried a massive sword slung diagonally across his back, its blade riddled with countless slits, like shark teeth.

The man straightened up, sized up the woman's naturally graceful figure, licked his lips, and chuckled, "I've long heard that the Water Master of Fazhou City is a beauty that's one in a million. Seeing her today, hey, she's even more stunning than the rumors say."

Shui Miaozheng narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, her peripheral vision coldly sweeping towards the upper and lower part of the burly man's back.

There, silently suspended in mid-air, stood a gaunt man dressed in a blue robe and also wearing a mask.

Like a sharp sword.

Although it was not drawn, it made people feel like they had thorns in their backs.

"In the entire cultivation world, apart from the Myriad Swords Sect, there is no other sect that can unleash such a pure and domineering 'Sword Domain' at this level of cultivation."

Shui Miaozheng parted her red lips slightly, her voice laced with sarcasm.

"What? The number one sword sect in the world, engaging in such despicable acts of murder, and naively thinking that wearing a tattered mask can hide your identity? Are you just burying your head in the sand?"

Zhang Weiyuan, suspended in mid-air, spoke calmly:

"Master Shui is only half right. Our swordsmanship skills did indeed come from the Myriad Swords Sect before. However, we were expelled from the sect long ago for violating its rules."

Now he's nothing more than a wandering cultivator, working for others.

Zhang Weiyuan naturally could not admit his identity.

Just now, Nan Zhi used the blasted opening to send the two of them into the city.

The original plan was to conceal their presence, wait for that little beast Jiang Mu to walk right into their trap, and then seize the opportunity to assassinate him.

As a result, Pang Dasha, that brainless idiot, had been holding back his anger for too long.

Upon learning that the beautiful headmaster before him was having an affair with Jiang Mu, she disregarded his stern objections and insisted on forcibly killing Shui Miaozheng. Zhang Weiyuan couldn't stop her, and fearing that Pang Dasha might fail alone, he had no choice but to use his sword domain to trap her.

However, Shui Miaozheng was, after all, the governor of a prefecture and an official appointed by the imperial court. If they failed to kill her and she escaped, it would bring utter destruction to the Myriad Swords Sect. Therefore, they absolutely could not admit to it.

Shui Miaozheng snorted coldly, her beautiful eyes filled with disdain:

"Do you think I'd believe such nonsense that's meant to fool a three-year-old? The Ten Thousand Swords Sect has audacity, secretly colluding with heretical sects like the Red Umbrella Sect in an attempt to overthrow Daqing!"

The woman twirled a round fan in front of her.

Bathed in the shimmering light, her beautiful face appeared even more radiant and captivating.

"You bitch, still spouting so much nonsense even when you're about to die!"

Pang Dasha didn't care about the imperial court's influence. His murderous aura erupted, "Your lover Jiang Mu killed my nephew Yun Xiaocheng. Today, I'll peel off your delicate skin as interest!"

Before he finished speaking, Pang Dasha gripped his greatsword tightly with both hands and charged towards Shui Miaozheng like a mad boar.

As he charged forward, the pure white sword energy permeating the surrounding sword domain surged back from all directions as if it had encountered a magnet.

Countless streaks of silver light were drawn out and wrapped around the greatsword in layers.

In the blink of an eye, the giant sword transformed into a sword shadow several meters long.

Shui Miaozheng's delicate hands conjured magical incantations, and the round fan suspended in front of her shone brightly.

"Gentle waters can avert calamity, a mirage is but a reflection in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water!"

The fan spun rapidly, like a blooming water lily.

Pang Dasha cleaved the fan with his sword.

The fierce sword energy was gradually weakened and neutralized by the ripples of light blue on the fan, eventually disappearing into nothingness.

Pang Dasha missed his attack, but continued walking.

Taking advantage of the moment when Shui Miaozheng retreated, the muscles in his right arm bulged again, and he slashed horizontally with his greatsword.

The sword wind sweeping along the ground scooped up a layer of fragmented sword energy from the ground of the sword energy space.

Shui Miaozheng held the round fan horizontally in front of her.

The fan suddenly opened, and the stream in the landscape painting seemed to come alive, creating a flowing wall of water around her.

The sword wheel crashed against the water wall, creating a series of crisp, clanging sounds.

Each sword aura was enveloped and deflected by the water flow, finally grazing her side as it flew away.

Several deep craters, emitting white smoke, were smashed into the ground behind her.

Just as the massive sandstorm approached, Shui Miaozheng's delicate embroidered shoes lightly touched the surface of her fan in mid-air.

Use someone's strength against them!

The fan trembled, and a circular shockwave rebounded, slamming heavily into the chest of the enormous sand.

"Bang!"

The huge sand was sent flying backwards.

The greatsword in his hand was driven into the ground, creating a deep trench more than ten meters long with a loud crack, before he could barely steady himself. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and a salty liquid welled up in his mouth, but he swallowed it back down.

Only a trace of dark red spilled from the corner of her mouth.

"Damn, that bitch's got some skills!"

Pang Dasha, panting heavily, spat out a mouthful of blood and roared at Zhang Weiyuan, who was still in mid-air.

"Senior Brother Zhang, what the hell are you waiting for up there? Have you really taken a liking to this woman? Hurry up and make your move! This sword domain won't last long. If it attracts other experts from the city, we're both finished!"

Zhang Weiyuan ignored his roar.

He closed his eyes.

His green robe fluttered without wind, and the sword energy emanating from his body grew stronger and stronger.

￥H””

Pang Da Sha cursed under his breath and spread his arms wide.

The giant sword in his hand split in two, turning into two long swords, one black and one white.

The two swords swirled and danced above his head, faintly outlining a constantly shifting Yin-Yang symbol, radiating a chilling aura. "Twin Dragons Divide Yin and Yang! Slash!"

Pang Dasha bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the Yin-Yang diagram.

The two longswords, like ferocious dragons saturated with blood, roared and pierced towards Shui Miaozheng from the left and right.

Shui Miaozheng's round fan had already woven three spiritual barriers in front of her.

Just as they were preparing to meet the enemy, Zhang Weiyuan, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

He clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

The wooden sword hanging in front of him trembled and emitted a clear, melodious sword cry.

At this moment, his flesh, bones, and even his soul seemed to merge into a cyan sword beam several meters long.

Man and sword become one!

There was no grand spectacle, nor dazzling light and shadow.

Only speed matters!

Wherever the sword passed, even the three layers of spiritual barriers set up by Shui Miaozheng were forced inward by the pressure of the sword, and cracks appeared on the outermost water wall. Shui Miaozheng's pupils contracted rapidly.

In a flash, she gritted her teeth, preparing to withstand the full force of this combined attack of man and sword.

The fan spun even faster in front of her.

Then, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of her.

Shui Miaozheng was stunned.

Looking at the familiar back and smelling the masculine scent that haunted her dreams, her eyes shone with wild joy.

"Little Jiang!"

Jiang Mu did not turn around.

He clasped his hands together in front of him, then parted them outwards, and dozens of dark red sword energies suddenly burst forth around him.

The blade energy spun rapidly, weaving together to form a shield wall of interwoven silver and red.

The black and white swords collided with the blade and shield!

Hundreds of fragments of blade energy and sword energy exploded simultaneously, bursting into a dazzling ball of light in mid-air.

The shockwave rippled across the ground, blasting away all the tiny sword energies suspended within the sword domain, which then slammed into the spatial barrier with a crackling sound.

But the cyan sword light that followed broke through the fragments of the blade's energy.

The penetrating power of Zhang Weiyuan's sword was far superior to that of Pang Da Sha's two giant swords.

Each time the sword light pierced through a layer of blade energy, the azure sword light on the sword would flicker once, and its speed would increase rather than decrease.

The sword tip was aimed directly at Jiang Mu's throat!

Jiang Mu's expression remained unchanged as she gently lifted her right hand upwards.

A small mountain, radiating golden light, crashed down from the void.

"not good!"

Zhang Weiyuan looked horrified.

The gravitational force descending from the sky directly crushed his "man and sword as one" sword technique.

He no longer cared about the assassination attempt. Forcefully reversing his stellar power, he risked spitting out a mouthful of blood due to the backlash, and like a frightened bird, he recoiled backward. "Boom!"

The mountain of gold crashed to the ground.

Dust and pebbles rose into the sky.

Pang Dasha was jolted back several steps by the shockwave from Qianjin Mountain crashing to the ground, and landed hard on his backside.

The dust and smoke gradually dissipated.

The two people opposite looked up and gazed ahead.

Before the dazzling golden light of Qianjin Mountain, a handsome young man stood with his hands behind his back.

"Jiang Mu!"

Zhang Weiyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gritting his teeth as he said, "You actually dared to show your face!"

"Little Jiang, they are from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect."

Shui Miaozheng stepped back to Jiang Mu's side and whispered a reminder.

Jiang Mu raised an eyebrow, then suddenly realized:

"I knew it! I killed their Wanjian Sect's most promising disciple, but no one came to bother me. I thought these sword cultivators were scared off by the imperial court's decree."

So that's where they were waiting for me.

Taking advantage of the chaos and stabbing in the back among the demon army—that's quite in line with my image of a reputable sect.

Zhang Weiyuan's eyes turned cold, and he said coldly:

"Jiang Mu, stop talking nonsense. We were both expelled from the sect for violating the rules and have no connection with the Ten Thousand Swords Sect anymore! But the hatred for you killing my nephew is irreconcilable!"

Since you dared to commit such a heinous act, you should have understood that sooner or later you would have to pay with your life for him!

"Why waste your breath on him!"

Pang Dasha could no longer contain himself; his gaze fixed on Jiang Mu was like that of a vicious wolf ready to tear him to pieces.

"You little bastard surnamed Jiang, I've been holding back for so many days, and you've finally decided to show your face. Perfect, since you two are now a couple, I'll take pity on you and send you both to the underworld to be a pair of star-crossed lovers!"

Jiang Mu turned her head and said to Shui Miaozheng:

"Aunt Shui, this idiot has a foul mouth, I'll take care of him first. You can deal with the other one."

"Okay, be careful."

The water zither gently touches the head of the bug.

The Myriad Swords Sect, the forbidden area of ​​the Sword Pavilion.

Jian Ge is perched atop a solitary peak, surrounded by swirling clouds that never dissipate.

No lights were lit in the pavilion.

The lighting is entirely provided by sword-shaped jade stones inlaid on the four walls.

These jade stones were nurtured by the sword masters of past generations using their own sword intent.

Over the centuries, the jade has never dimmed; instead, it has become increasingly clear and translucent, reflecting the Sword Pavilion as if it were immersed in flowing moonlight. A massive, illusory sword shadow floats in the center of the pavilion.

The sword shadow was several meters high, formed entirely of sword energy, without a hilt or blade, only a sharp point pointing downwards.

At this moment, an old man with a white beard sat cross-legged in front of the sword shadow.

This person was none other than the Grand Elder of the Myriad Swords Sect.

"Father."

Accompanied by light footsteps, a young man dressed in white, with a cool and handsome demeanor, entered the Sword Pavilion.

He approached the old man from behind and bowed respectfully.

"I have prepared the sacrificial array as you instructed."

The Grand Elder said calmly, "Throw their life-bound soul tablets into the array's core and wait patiently."

Zhu Xuantong responded, but did not leave.

He stood there, hesitating for a long time, before finally asking in a low voice:

"Father, if Senior Brother Pang and Senior Brother Zhang really succeed in killing Jiang Mu over there... then once this sacrificial array is activated..."

"Hehe."

The Grand Elder opened his eyes and smiled faintly.

"Fate is determined by the will of Heaven. Jiang Mu is a man of great fortune and favored by Heaven. I have never seen many like him in all my years of life. If he really dies so easily at the hands of your two senior brothers, then it means that his fate is nothing more than this. Consider it payment for Xiao Cheng's life."

If he doesn't die... then it's an opportunity specially left for you by Heaven.

As he spoke, the Grand Elder gently flicked his five fingers in the air, and several faint lights appeared at his fingertips, arranging themselves into a special trajectory.

The old man stared at the trajectory for a long time, then slowly recited:

"Moreover, I had already divined their destinies long before they came down the mountain."

"With Venus entering one's destiny and the Year Breaker (岁破) at the head, the marsh extinguishes the wood, an omen of Great Excess (大过)."

These two individuals' life palaces are afflicted by the Grand Duke Jupiter, with the Heavenly Dog star entering their palaces and the ominous Great Loss star hanging high. The hexagram revealed is "Ming Yi," where light enters the earth, signifying the annihilation of life. Judging from the hexagram, their life fire is weak, clearly indicating that their death is imminent; going there would be nothing but a pointless sacrifice.

Seeing Zhu Xuantong's slightly furrowed brows and a hint of reluctance on his face, the Grand Elder sighed softly and earnestly instructed him:

"Tong'er, you must understand that there are fifty Great Daos, forty-nine Heavenly Evolutions, and only one for humanity. However, this 'one' is often obtained by crushing countless withered bones."

Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs; the Great Way is merciless, and all living beings can be used as provisions.

"I know that your two senior brothers have always taken good care of you in the sect. But with their talent, they can only reach the eighth realm at most in this lifetime. They were born to pave the foundation for your supreme path."

The Grand Elder stood up, his gaze now more intense.

"Your senior brother Pang's destiny is governed by the element of 'attacking,' which represents the sword that vanquishes enemies. Your senior brother Zhang's destiny is governed by the element of 'nurturing,' which represents the tree that protects the path. The sword is used to cut down trees, the trees are used to ignite fire, and when the fire is extinguished, the earth is reborn—"

Only by sacrificing those two can you perfectly replenish your foundation and complete the "Jade Palace Rebirth Chapter".

This is their destiny, and also your good fortune.

And that Jiang Mu is the absolute key to your forging of the supreme Dao foundation!

The Grand Elder extended his finger and gently tapped the air:

"I have investigated and found that this child has an extremely noble destiny. The sixty Jiazi divine objects he will forge in the future will definitely be of the [Great Forest Wood] type!"

The Great Forest Tree, with its deep roots and lush foliage, connects with the pure energy of heaven above and the abundant virtue of earth below. Its profound blessings and prosperous fortune far surpass those of ordinary geniuses. Your destiny, however, belongs to the Fire of the Furnace. Fire thrives with the help of wood, while wood fuels fire until it is exhausted.

If you can seize his fortune and use that wood to forge your own fire, then heaven and earth will be the furnace, and creation itself the charcoal; the achievements of your Dao foundation will be limitless. Such an opportunity is rare, occurring only once every thousand years.

"Yes, I have learned my lesson. I will certainly put aside any distractions and live up to Father's painstaking plans."

Zhu Xuantong took a deep breath, the trace of reluctance in his eyes replaced by cold ambition.

He clutched the two life tablets tightly in his hands, then, as if remembering something, he said worriedly,

"But Father, the Chief of the Demon Slayer Division has issued a strict order forbidding anyone from touching Jiang Mu. If the imperial court finds out that we were the ones secretly plotting to drain his life force..."

"madness."

The First Elder scoffed disdainfully.

"The world is bustling with activity, all for profit. The imperial court keeps those demon-slaying envoys, but they're just keeping a bunch of useful watchdogs."

If you succeed in this endeavor and establish an unparalleled foundation, you will be able to perfectly replace Jiang Mu, and even surpass him!

When the time comes, you will enter the court and serve His Majesty, demonstrating your value in crushing that dead man.

Do you think the imperial court would punish a promising young talent for the sake of a crippled or dead one? They would only shower you with even more resources that originally belonged to Jiang Mu!

"What about the sect leader...?"

Zhu Xuantong was still somewhat hesitant, glancing cautiously at his father. "If the sect leader finds out about this, given his arrogance..." Upon hearing the word "sect leader," the Grand Elder's face was covered with a sinister chill.

Sect Leader?

That hypocrite with a sanctimonious facade!

He once vowed that he deeply admired the peerless sword fairy and that he would only ever love her.

But the result?

When it came to matters of profit and succession, he stabbed her in the back and betrayed that woman with more ruthlessness than anyone else! It's a pity that the most profound sword manual of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was snatched away and studied by that hypocrite a step ahead of time.

Otherwise, the position of sect leader of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect would never have been given to that hypocritical fellow!

Seeing his father's displeased expression, Zhu Xuantong hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help but report in a low voice:

"Father, I've heard that the sect leader has been secretly using the sect's resources to search for the reincarnation of that sword fairy from back then. And he says that the sword fairy will be born soon."

If the Sword Fairy really returns with her memories and learns the truth of what happened back then, our Ten Thousand Swords Sect will probably be in trouble…”

"Hehe, okay..."

The Grand Elder chuckled softly.

"Tong'er, remember what your father said. When a person dies, they are dead, and they will never be dead again."

Even if she really has been reincarnated, at worst, I'll just strangle her to death again with my own hands.

The dead can't cause any waves.

Zhu Xuantong was inexplicably startled and nodded respectfully: "I understand, then I will go and activate the sacrificial array now."