Chapter 93: Chronicles Of The Demon Saber!
Hundred Battles Sect, Lie Yingniang and the disciples saw so many horse carriages, one after another being sent into Hundred Battles Sect, and they were all surging with excitement, extremely thrilled.
These were supplies and martial arts from the top great sect “Tianshan Sect” that once intimidated the Jianghu.
Now they had all been moved into Hundred Battles Sect.
One-eared, drenched in sweat, came before Ji Qing and respectfully said: “Mister Ji, Tianshan Sect’s supplies have all been transported. Please check them to see if anything is missing.”
Ji Qing nodded and said: “That’s fine. Listen to the Wind Tower has also contributed this time. Copy some martial arts, and take some supplies back too, so Shopkeeper Yu doesn’t say Ji Mou is stingy.”
One-eared was overjoyed to hear this.
“Thank you, Mister Ji!”
Afterward, One-eared called over the people from Listen to the Wind Tower and transported away some supplies.
“Yingniang, organize people to put all the martial arts into the Martial Arts Pavilion.”
“Alright.”
Lie Yingniang immediately went down to make arrangements.
Hundred Battles Sect’s Library had been changed by Ji Qing into the Martial Arts Pavilion.
After all, with so many martial arts transported back this time, the name Martial Arts Pavilion was well-deserved!
Actually, Ji Qing could also establish a sect at Tianshan Sect’s old site. After all, he was now a First-Rank Martial Artist.
But Ji Qing’s ambitions did not lie there.
Once establishing a sect, there would be many trivial matters.
Ji Qing did not want to bother with them.
As for relying on a sect for better cultivation, for Ji Qing now, it actually wouldn’t help much.
From Tianshan Sect’s founding Patriarch onward, generations of Patriarchs were all First-rate Experts, all leveraging Tianshan Sect’s vast power to search for spiritual objects. Did it work?
In the end, they all died of old age, trapped at First-rate.
“Mister Ji, everything has been sorted.”
Lie Yingniang said.
“Mm, starting today, I will seclude myself in the Martial Arts Pavilion. Unless it’s something extremely important, do not come disturb me.”
“Yes, Mister Ji.”
Thus, Ji Qing entered the Martial Arts Pavilion and formally began his seclusion.
This time, he had obtained so many secret manuals and martial arts from Tianshan Sect.
Ji Qing decided to properly consolidate them.
He aimed to cultivate Ice Palm and Thousand Mile Divine Movement to at least Minor Accomplishment.
As for the secret manuals, he could directly use Origin Points.
Moreover, Tianshan Sect had also collected many saber techniques. Ji Qing could similarly absorb the essence of many saber techniques, incorporate them into Astonishing Swan Saber, and strengthen Astonishing Swan Saber’s foundation and might.
Seeing Ji Qing enter the Martial Arts Pavilion, the many disciples of Hundred Battles Sect couldn’t help but reveal smiles.
“Eldest Senior Sister, now our Hundred Battles Sect has leaped from carp to dragon, instantly enriching our foundation!”
“Those are Tianshan Sect’s supplies and martial arts, all entering our Hundred Battles Sect. I wouldn’t dare dream of such a thing. Only Mister Ji could accomplish something so earth-shattering.”
“One man destroys a sect! Mister Ji is truly inconceivable…”
However, while these disciples marveled, they all had a doubt in their hearts.
Did Ji Qing count as a person of Hundred Battles Sect?
But no one dared to voice this doubt; they could only keep it in their hearts.
Only Lie Yingniang knew clearly that Ji Qing was not a person of Hundred Battles Sect.
But if Ji Qing was willing to stay at Hundred Battles Sect, that was Hundred Battles Sect’s greatest honor!
Thereafter, Ji Qing secluded himself, refusing all disturbances.
The chaos of the Jianghu seemed unrelated to Ji Qing now.
……
Jiangnan Yan Family, a century-old prominent family in the Martial World, their Flame Saber renowned throughout the Jianghu!
Unfortunately, the Yan Family had now declined.
Since the previous Patriarch’s death, the Yan Family had no First-rate Expert in charge.
The Yan Family’s status in Jiangnan’s Martial World was also teetering.
Current Patriarch Yan Zhennan, though adept at socializing, suave and worldly, handling matters smoothly, and having some reputation in Jiangnan’s Martial World, the Yan Family’s foundation was martial arts.
Yet Yan Zhennan’s martial arts were only Second-rate, not even reaching Second-rate Peak.
With Yan Zhennan’s level of martial arts, he could not support the Yan Family’s great reputation in the Martial World!
This was his greatest worry!
Helplessly, Yan Zhennan’s martial arts aptitude was limited, so he could only pin his hopes on his only son Yan Changtian, hoping Yan Changtian could restore the family’s prestige.
Thus, Yan Changtian had been strictly required from childhood, and at just ten years old, he was already a Third-Rank Martial Artist.
However, Yan Changtian hadn’t seen his father Yan Zhennan for three days, which was abnormal.
Normally, no matter how busy Yan Zhennan was, he would supervise Yan Changtian’s practice of martial arts.
Out of curiosity, Yan Changtian went to find his father.
In the end, Yan Changtian found his father in the Yan Family’s secret chamber.
At that time, Yan Zhennan was holding a rusty iron box in his hands, not knowing where he had found it.
Yet Yan Zhennan treated it like a treasure, his eyes filled with anticipation.
He carefully opened the iron box and took out a plain-looking long saber from inside.
This was that saber. When Yan Zhennan drew sword.
“Shua.”
For some reason, as the saber was unsheathed, a faint blood-colored glow reflected on Yan Zhennan’s face.
Instantly, Yan Zhennan’s eyes showed an infatuated look.
Yan Changtian had been watching quietly from outside the secret chamber the whole time.
Yan Zhennan had not noticed.
Yan Changtian only thought his father had obtained a precious saber, so he didn’t take it to heart and quietly left the secret chamber.
But afterward, Yan Changtian felt something was off.
Ever since obtaining the “precious saber,” Yan Zhennan seemed extremely busy, leaving early and returning late every day.
He even stopped supervising Yan Changtian’s practice of martial arts.
This was very abnormal!
Given how much Yan Zhennan valued Yan Changtian, how could he neglect supervising his practice?
And Yan Changtian keenly noticed changes in his father.
On the first day, Yan Zhennan returned only at night, with a faint bloodstain on the corner of his clothes.
On the fifth day, Yan Zhennan went out again, staying away for three days. When he returned, there were large bloodstains on his sleeves.
On the tenth day, Yan Zhennan went out again, this time for a full seven days. When he returned once more, Yan Zhennan reeked of blood, carrying terrifying malevolent energy.
A month later, Yan Zhennan went out again.
This time, Yan Changtian finally couldn’t hold back. He secretly followed behind his father.
Yan Changtian saw his father go to Zhang Family Manor.
The Zhang Family was also a prominent family in the Martial World. Though not as good as the Yan Family, they had considerable prestige in Jiangnan’s Martial World.
But this time, Yan Zhennan was not going to visit as a guest—he was going to kill!
To be precise, to slaughter!
Yan Changtian’s eyes widened, his whole body trembling.
He witnessed everything with his own eyes.
Yan Zhennan, holding the “precious saber,” massacred the entire Zhang Family Manor!
He even spared not the infants in swaddling clothes.
Was that still his father?
Yan Changtian looked at his father’s twisted, ferocious face, feeling fear in his heart.
That “precious saber” seemed to have blood-colored faces roaring and struggling as they merged into Yan Zhennan’s body.
And Yan Zhennan’s expression grew even more ferocious and terrifying.
“That’s not a precious saber; that’s a Demon Saber…”
At this moment, Yan Changtian felt utter strangeness toward that distant figure.
