NOVPUBThe same situation was not only happening within the Divine Sword Sect, but the other two major powers, including the Heaven One Sword Sect and the Swordless Sect, all had similar orders.
Many people wanted to go to the Luck And Fortune Wine House that day, but Zimei Xu remained behind closed doors.
People had no choice; they couldn’t just barge in.
Another day passed, and night fell.
A bright moon hung halfway across the sky, and tonight, the stars were brilliant.
Unidentified insects chirped in the dark corners.
Three figures converged on the rooftop of the Luck And Fortune Wine House from different directions.
These figures moved agilely, their entire bodies shrouded in wide black robes.
They had come treading on the air from far away, each step covering tens of meters.
When the three figures met on the rooftop of the wine house, there seemed to be a certain wariness between them.
"Who are you?" The Sword Elder was the first to speak, asking.
"Old Sword geezer, even if your voice turned to ash, I would recognize it," laughed the black-robed person on the left.
"So it’s someone from the Heaven One Sword Sect, eh? Since when have you folks started sneaking around like this?"
"Old Sword geezer, spare the sarcasm. Your Divine Sword Sect is no better."
Hearing the bickering between the two, the black-robed person on the right sighed helplessly.
"Both of you, let’s not argue. Have you forgotten your mission?"
"It looks like the Swordless Sect couldn’t stay put either," muttered the Sword Elder.
The Swordless Sect had always prided themselves as a righteous and reputable sect, seldom involving themselves in the battles between the Heaven One Sword Sect and the Divine Sword Sect.
They tended to take a detached view of many matters and weren’t expected to rush into action because of the emergence of a descendant of the Jiang Family.
"Truth be told, the situation is still unclear, whether it’s the descendant of the Jiang Family or not is another matter!"
"Regardless of whether it’s a descendant of the Jiang Family or not, my orders were to err on the side of killing rather than letting slip," said an elder from the Heaven One Sword Sect, shaking his head slightly.
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Inside a room on the third floor of the Luck And Fortune Wine House, Xu Zimei leaned against the window sill, enjoying the moonlight while waiting for his prey.
The candlelight in the room had extinguished, leaving him in total darkness.
A gentle breeze blew in from the window, followed by the soft sound of the door opening.
As the room’s door opened, three figures slowly walked in from outside.
Upon entering, the first thing they saw was Xu Zimei sitting by the window.
The moonlight was clear and bright, casting a silvery frost over Xu Zimei.
He leaned comfortably against the window sill, looking at the three newcomers with a half-smile.
"Your Excellency must have known we would come," the elder from the Swordless Sect remarked, his pupils contracting in caution as he looked at Xu Zimei.
"Fishing for big fish but ending up with these little shrimps, what’s the meaning of this?" Xu Zimei shook his head and sighed.
Then, with a grand wave of his hand, he suppressed the three figures.
"Quick, run," shouted the elder from the Swordless Sect.
His entire form transformed into a sharp sword and flew off into the distance.
None of the three even entertained the thought of fighting back, feeling instead that they had fallen into an enormous trap.
All three were powerful beings from the Emperor Pulse Realm.
However, as Xu Zimei’s hand came down, the space around them seemed to be invisibly confined.
The three were stuck as if in a quagmire, completely unable to move.
From their hands, the Binding Immortal Lock emerged, fully restraining the three figures and bringing them down inside the room.
Seeing the formidable might of Xu Zimei’s casual move, all three swallowed hard.
"My Lord, we mean no harm," Sword Elder hurriedly said.
"We only heard that a descendant of the Jiang Family had appeared, and we just wanted to have a look."
"But I do mean harm," Xu Zimei said with a faint smile.
"Now, start answering my questions. If you can provide useful information, you may live.
Otherwise, I’m afraid you won’t see tomorrow’s sun rise."
"Whatever you wish to know, we will tell all," Sword Elder replied.
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"Why did you want to kill the descendants of the Jiang Family?" Xu Zimei asked.
The three went silent for a moment, with the Elder from the Swordless Sect finally responding, "We don’t know either, it was an order from the Sect Gate."
"Is the disappearance of the Jiang Family years ago related to your three sects?" Xu Zimei continued to inquire.
"Tell me everything you know about the Jiang Family over the years."
"We truly don’t know anything; the disappearance of the Jiang Family was very sudden, and we did nothing."
Sword Elder replied, "These years we have also been investigating the whereabouts of the Jiang Family, but to no avail.
It’s as if they evaporated from the face of the earth."
"Your words are no use to me," Xu Zimei said, growing impatient as she drew the Tyrant Shadow from her back.
In the darkness, a trail of fresh blood floated down from midair.
The blood was not only fresh but also eerily bizarre.
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Early the next morning, the inn’s junior waiter silently dragged out three bodies, and the room was cleaned.
At this time, not far from Tyrant Sword City was Divine Sword Mountain.
One of the Three Sects, the Divine Sword Sect, was established here.
The early morning glow of dawn shone thousands of miles across inside the sect.
Inside the Divine Sword Sect, disciples were engaged in sword flight, and Elders were gathering their breath, capable of thrusting a sword to shuttle a hundred miles, breaking through the Endless Void.
The blunted peaks of the sword-shaped mountains floated in midair.
The dazzling Sea of Blood reflected in the blanket of morning clouds.
On the plaza, hundreds of entry-level disciples practiced their sword techniques with the momentum of a rainbow.
The Sect Master of the Divine Sword Sect, Jian Yihai, sat in the foremost position, with the ten Elders of the entire Divine Sword Sect below him. 𝘯𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
He rhythmically tapped the armrest beside his right hand.
Barely opening his eyes, he said, "Sword Elder’s Soul Lamp has gone out?"
"Yes, I fear the worst has happened," replied the Great Elder from the Divine Sword Sect, stepping forward.
"The appearance of the descendants of the Jiang Family this time is somewhat strange; I have a bad premonition."
"I have my own plans for this matter. You all may withdraw," Jian Yihai waved his hand and said.
After everyone had left, Jian Yihai went to the rear hall of the great temple.
Checking that no one was around, he crushed a Spatial Jade Talisman in his hand.
As the talisman was crushed, a spatial vortex appeared before him and sucked him in.
Inside this space was a Sea of Blood.
The thick scent of blood was almost tangible.
Directly in front, across the Sea of Blood, was a bridge covered in skulls.
The bridge looked as if it were comprised of thousands of skulls, fused together.
It was very quiet around when Jian Yihai arrived in the blood-colored space.
He walked onto Skull Bridge, heading towards the other end.
At the end of the bridge, a black-robed being was sitting by the edge of the Sea of Blood.
Quietly fishing.
Unknowingly fishing for what.
"Lord Ming," the Sect Master of the Divine Sword Sect knelt before the black-robed being with great reverence and said.
"My people have died."
"Three days’ time. I want all the information," the black-robed being spoke.
The voice carried a very strong echo, deep and magnetic.
There was also a profound sense of suppression.
"I understand," Jian Yihai’s forehead, unbeknownst to when, had become covered in cold sweat.
He quickly said, "I will make a trip personally."
"Leave!"
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