CHAPTER 870.1: I'M INVITING SECT MASTER TO KILL SOMEONE - PART 1

After so many years, the Sword Sect had finally properly received its first guest.

Although the Sword Sect’s Sect Master did not personally appear, two sword immortals came out to greet them, so the line-up was respectable enough.

Moreover, at this moment, Yu Xiyi was right beside Chen Chao. He was the youngest, yet undeniably a great sword immortal.

Meng Sangshan glanced at Yu Xiyi and voluntarily brought up the previous wager, smiling: “Thanks to you, this old fellow was willing to bring out that jar of wine. We can drink together later, but you should drink less, otherwise I'm not bringing you.”

Yu Xiyi looked at Jiao Xinchen, who still had little expression on his face, and his expression was strange. Yu Xiyi had entered the Sword Sect at a young age. His master was a sword refiner of little accomplishment, but Yu Xiyi himself had decent talent and was liked by these elders. Especially Meng Sangshan. Over the past years, during Yu Xiyi’s rare moments in the sect, he would come specifically to meet Yu Xiyi, chat a little, and occasionally share his sword dao insights.

As for Jiao Xinchen, his personality naturally made him a man of few words. Not only was this true with Yu Xiyi, but it was always the case with others as well.

Yet at this moment, Jiao Xinchen suddenly said, “I actually have more than one jar of Jade Flask Spring; there are two jars. I’ll give one jar to Old Meng for losing, and the other jar, to you.”

Although he didn’t specifically name anyone, everyone could hear who he was addressing.

Meng Sangshan, who had always been covetous of Jiao Xinchen’s last remaining jar of Jade Flask Spring, didn’t say a word and remained silent.

Yu Xiyi thought for a moment and seemed to understand why Jiao Xinchen had suddenly spoken. Yu Xiyi chuckled, “As the old saying goes, one does not refuse a gift from an elder. Since Martial Uncle Jiao wants to give it, I’ll take it. That way I don’t have to beg for wine from Martial Uncle Meng.”

Jiao Xinchen was straightforward; if he said he would take out the wine, he truly produced both jars. One jar was handed to Meng Sangshan, and naturally, the other jar went to Yu Xiyi.

After taking the wine, Jiao Xinchen seemed about to speak again, but Yu Xiyi laughed, saying that today he wasn’t the main character. He didn’t understand why, after so many years without visitors, the Sword Sect was suddenly willing to open its gates wide once Chen Chao arrived.

What a strange thing.

As he spoke, Yu Xiyi kept glancing at Chen Chao. However, this fellow was currently observing every corner of Sword Sect.

Sword Sect was fundamentally different from other sects in the world. After all, no other sect was suspended in midair; only Sword Sect was unique in the entire world.

Chen Chao rolled up his sleeves and noticed some redness on his arms, in streaks.

It was the omnipresent sword qi of this place, continuously falling on him. Fortunately, Chen Chao’s body was sturdy enough, so he was not harmed by it.

Seeing this, Meng Sangshan said, “The sword qi in the sect is always present. Some of it comes from inadvertent outflows when the elders were in seclusion, while some comes from flying swords with particularly dense sword qi. Of course, there are ways to clear it, but the elders feel it unnecessary. After all, having sword qi here is a constant test for the sect disciples. However, for disciples who have just ascended the mountain, the sect issues a ‘qi evading talisman.’ Should we give one to Lord Warden Commander Chen?”

After saying this, Chen Chao did not respond immediately. Beside him, Yu Xiyi grinned and said, “Martial Uncle, are you openly mocking our Lord Warden Commander Chen? A martial artist at the end of Nepenthe, why would he need such a thing?

Meng Sangshan smiled without speaking.

Chen Chao also smiled and let it go, then asked, “Sword Sect is suspended in the sky. What is the principle behind it? Can Sword Immortal Meng share more?”

Meng Sangshan nodded. This was just a small trick and did not involve Sword Sect’s secrets, so he did not refuse. “Making the Sword Sect hover in the sky is actually simple. There is a Yin stone on the ground, and this entire Sword Sect is an extremely large Yang stone. Yin and Yang naturally repel each other, so the sect hovers.”

Yin stones and Yang stones were a naturally occurring special type of stone in this world. They repelled each other naturally and had a unique magnetic field. Ordinary markets and antique stores could sell them, but something as large as Sword Sect was extremely rare.

To say it was unique in the world was not an exaggeration.

Chen Chao nodded, sensing the surrounding sword qi, and said with some vicissitudes of emotion, “It’s a pity I’m not a sword refiner; otherwise I would surely be able to perceive many of its profoundness.”

Sword Sect being a holy land for sword cultivators is not without reason. Who knows how many sword cultivators in this lifetime have longed to see it, yet few could likely achieve this wish.

To enter the Sword Sect, besides being a sect disciple, one must be invited by the Sword Sect.

Over these many years, not to mention ordinary sword cultivators, even the prominent figures roaming the world have never been invited inside the Sword Sect. ℞àNȎβË𐌔

No matter what major events happened in the Sword Sect, even changing the sect master like at the Infatuation Daoist Temple, they would never announce it to the world, nor would other cultivators come to witness it.

Sword Sect had a sense of being isolated from the world.

The four of them walked along the mountain path, encountering many sword cultivators along the way. Some cultivators, upon seeing these four, acted as if they had not seen them, descending the mountain on their own, muttering under their breath with sword qi flowing through their bodies.

This was clearly cultivation.

Some cultivators, upon seeing the four, would stop on their own and greet them. When it came to Chen Chao, a youthful-looking sword cultivator asked curiously, “Lord Warden Commander, I heard the girl you like has nine lifeblood flying swords. Is that true?”

Of course, in a sect full of sword cultivators, what people were interested in was always other sword cultivators.

Chen Chao smiled bitterly.

When the four reached the mountain top along the path, the Sword Sect Sect Master was not there waiting for them, which was expected. Chen Chao did not feel slighted.

Ahead was a great hall, considered the most important building in the Sword Sect. Inside were the memorial tablets of many previous generations of sword cultivators of the Sword Sect.

Even here, green smoke spiraled upward.

However, the sword qi was thick and unmatched elsewhere.

Seeing that Chen Chao did not react, Meng Sangshan said, “It’s a pity Lord Warden Commander Chen is not a sword cultivator. Otherwise, you could go inside and offer an incense stick now.”

It was originally a casual remark, but Chen Chao asked seriously, “If one is a sword cultivator, must one offer incense here?”

Meng Sangshan was puzzled by the question, but still nodded and said, “Here are the memorial tablets of all previous sword cultivators of Sword Sect. Each one was a great sword immortal. If a sword cultivator comes here, they would most likely offer an incense stick anyway.”

Chen Chao nodded and did not respond to that statement, but instead smiled and asked, “Sword Cultivator Meng, in this great hall, was there any sword cultivator who once resisted the demon race over in the desolate north? If so, I would like to offer an incense stick.”

Meng Sangshan was taken aback, then smiled bitterly. Only now did he realize the meaning behind the words of this young Lord Warden Commander.

What use is being a great sword cultivator, or even once being invincible in the world? If they had never done anything for the human race, why would it be worth offering incense to them?

Jiao Xinchen beside him frowned. This sword cultivator, who had always been silent, now only looked deeply at Chen Chao.

Yu Xiyi hurriedly said, “Martial Uncle Meng, don’t compete with this fellow in words. His ability to kill is second, but his ability to harm with words is first.”

At present, probably the whole world only feared the cultivation realm and methods of this young martial artist, forgetting that when he was just a small figure, he had already made people vomit blood with words alone.

In terms of verbal skill, a hundred Meng Sangshans were no match for Chen Chao.

Meng Sangshan was not the petty type. He soon laughed freely, “Don’t talk about verbal skill. Even if we were to actually fight, I am clear that if Lord Warden Commander Chen stood here and let me stab with dozens of sword strikes, it would not necessarily make him even blink.”

Chen Chao shook his head and smiled, “The killing power of sword cultivators is unmatched in the world. Even if the realm is lower, I think... killing Sword Cultivator Meng would not be easy.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiyi’s eyes widened. What?

You came as a guest, and your mouth doesn’t hold back, daring to say anything?

Meng Sangshan laughed heartily, “Lord Warden Commander Chen is an open-minded person.”

Chen Chao did not speak. In fact, this statement was a bit modest. With his current realm, killing a Nepenthe sword immortal would indeed not be difficult.

How could it be called “not easy”?

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