CHAPTER 552: CHAPTER 364: NINE GATES_3

"You’ve also become a Director, it’s just like that."

"What’s left is to cultivate well."

"But you can’t use this identity anymore!"

Some things need to be experienced to truly understand, and of course, it’s not entirely his fault.

He was influenced by the Great Yu.

Looking at him now, he should focus on cultivation in the future.

A blessing in disguise.

This saying is quite true.

"Master...!"

Qin Ke’s voice choked with emotion, looking at his master with guilt.

Recalling the past performances in his mind.

Truly can’t understand what was so bewitching!

"Alright, what’s a man crying for!"

Chen Xuan scolded with a smile.

Instantly, Qin Ke felt like he had returned to the past, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, "Hehe!"

Once again showing the familiar silly smile to Chen Xuan.

"By the way, those two people killed were part of the Great Yu, once exposed it’ll be trouble."

"Also... was that person from Hidden Kill?"

Finishing, he looked at him with concern.

"Hehe!"

Chen Xuan chuckled lightly.

This is the real him, thinking in his heart about his master.

"Killed them and so they were killed, in any case, it was Hidden Kill who did it, what does it have to do with your master, as long as you are not exposed it’s fine."

"Think of an identity for yourself, manage the entire Prince’s Mansion from now on, go on!"

Qin Ke nodded, since his master said so, there was sure to be confidence, and he didn’t need to worry.

So he bowed and left the room.

"Whew—"

After Qin Ke left, Chen Xuan let out a long sigh of relief.

Finally returning to normal.

...

"Finally fully absorbed."

Decades of memories, even with his mid-stage Xuan Rank Spiritual Power, took him ten days to completely absorb.

"This Xiao Yu is so filial."

Chen Xuan’s avatar was quite surprised.

His father was severely injured for a hundred years, but during this century he had been tirelessly looking for a method, finally finding the solution in ancient texts.

After that, he kept a close eye on the Three Judicial Departments of the Great Yu Hundred Mansions.

This time you could say his entire line was mobilized.

"Let’s go, return!"

The avatar stood up and spoke to the five people.

"Yes, young master!"

The six people instantly turned into six streaks of light and flew away from there.

...

Hidden Kill is divided into nine sects, named after various weapons.

Xiao Yu’s father is the Sect Leader of the Sword Sect.

Ranked mid-way among the nine sects of Hidden Kill, but ever since he was gravely injured a hundred years ago, it’s fallen to the bottom.

This time four Dao Realm practitioners died again.

The strength was once more harshly diminished, whether the Sword Sect can continue to exist in the future became a question.

As for Tang Gu, he belongs to the leader of Hidden Kill.

This time it was because he remembered Xiao Yu’s father’s life-saving grace from before that he agreed to help.

A month later, the six arrived at Jiuxian County under the Celestial Thunder Mansion.

The Sword Sect is here.

The nine sects of Hidden Kill are in different places, gathering once every fifty years.

Rather than gathering, it’s better to say it’s a rearrangement of ranks.

The higher the rank, the more benefits distributed.

If ranking at the bottom for two consecutive rounds, there is no right to distribution.

The last time was due to Xiao Yu’s father being gravely injured, he was only at the second level of the Dao Realm, so unsurprisingly, the Sword Sect was last.

There are about two years until the next time,

If it’s the same this time, then it would be a problem.

All the way, Chen Xuan’s avatar was also troubled by this issue.

This time, purchasing those materials from Dark Moon almost emptied the Sword Sect, if they can’t shake off the last position, they won’t get anything.

But in order to set up the Array to connect to the Lower Realm, a certain material held by the leader is needed.

So... this time, it’s imperative not to be the last.

"Damn it!"

"Who would’ve thought I’d have to revitalize the Sword Sect!"

The avatar cursed in his heart.

At this moment, he and Chen Xuan were completely indistinguishable.

Xiao Mansion.

In Jiuxian County, Xiao Mansion is merely a mediocre family, doing business in rice and flour.

When the six arrived, it was already completely dark.

"Thank you for your hard work during this period, go rest well."

After the avatar finished speaking, he walked down the corridor and went inside.

"Ah, finally back."

One person sighed.

"Alright, being able to return alive is already good enough, let’s disperse."

The five people then each returned to their own rooms.

Meanwhile, the avatar stopped before a door.

Pushed it open and went inside.

In the innermost room, on the bed lay a middle-aged man, enveloped in an array.

He was Xiao Yu’s father, Xiao Ming.

Once again gravely injured during an attack on a key minister of Great Yu, he had been lying there for nearly a hundred years.

"Yu’er is back, huh."

A rich voice sounded in the room.

Though Xiao Ming was in a deep sleep, his Spiritual Power remained active, practically akin to a state of suspended animation.

"Father, I’m back, and I’ve found the Lower Realm’s coordinates."

The avatar mimicked Xiao Yu’s past mannerisms, very respectfully sitting by the bed.

"Sigh!"

Xiao Ming sighed, "So many years, the Sword Sect has been hard on you."

"It’s what a son should do, father don’t worry, this time at the nine sects’ gathering, I will surely succeed."

Xiao Ming, of course, understood what he meant.

But... he was only at the third level of the Dao Realm, there was still a gap in strength with those old folks.

Thus he comforted, "Take it as fate allows, it’s been a century, father has gotten used to it, just take good care of the Sword Sect."

"Got it."

The avatar whispered, then asked, "Father, I heard that Heaven-Reaching Bamboo is excellent for healing too, do you know where it can be found?"

"Why are you suddenly asking about Heaven-Reaching Bamboo?"

Xiao Ming was quite surprised.

"I obtained an ancient text outside this time, accidentally saw it, I seemed to remember you mentioning it before, so I asked."

He had long thought of this reason.

And ever since Xiao Ming was gravely injured, Xiao Yu had developed a habit of collecting ancient texts.

So saying this wasn’t a problem.

"It might be easier for others, but for Hidden Kill, it’s almost impossible!"