Kill Me More Times, I'll Become Invincible-Chapter 355:

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"Something is not right."

Inside the Imperial Capital Great Dao Sect’s Daoist temple.

Many Nascent Soul Elders all bowed towards a faint figure in the central water mirror.

This figure is the current leader of the Great Dao Sect.

He is a middle-aged Daoist with a stern face, wearing a black and white Daoist robe, with a calm expression.

However, at this moment, his brows were tightly furrowed, showing that his emotions were not calm.

The Leader of the Yunxiao Sect in Southwest Province died mysteriously, with his head cut off by a sword, and his head sent three thousand miles away… Such a major event naturally needed to be reported to the sect leader.

However, the reaction of the Great Dao Sect leader was different from that of Elder Qingyi and other Nascent Soul Elders.

"Brother Leader, is there anything wrong?" Elder Qingyi asked. "The Yunxiao Sect is indeed a big piece of fat meat."

"The Southwest Province is a barren land with few people, but it can support five Nascent Soul cultivators and one Soul Changing cultivator."

These conditions really excited Elder Qingyi.

More followers mean that his cultivation could progress even further.

As the first elder to discover this, maybe he could also try to seize the position of this extra Soul Changing Taoist Lord.

Elder Qingwei also spoke up, "Moreover, the Southwest Province is backed by a hundred thousand mountains, a place full of monsters."

The immortal way has been passed down from ancient times to the present without interruption.

There are already well-established methods on how to refine the skin, flesh, bones, and blood of monsters.

For immortal cultivators, a big monster is a treasure trove.

The Hundred Thousand Mountains, where many monsters live, is like a huge treasure trove.

"Senior Brother, if we don’t act now, we will be left behind by the other Immortal Gates!" Urged Elder Qingyi.

He was sure that the other Immortal Gates, upon receiving the news, would react in a similar way.

For thousands of years, the biggest enemies of each Immortal Gate have been each other.

In the eyes of ordinary martial artists, the Nine Immortal Gates have a common name, which is inhuman.

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But they have never been a unified group, just like the ancient eastern barbarians, southern savages, northern barbarians, and western Di tribes were all foreigners, but not of the same clan.

Only immortal cultivators who understand each other’s methods can completely defeat their opponents.

In the past, there were a total of nineteen major sects in this realm called the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, but now only nine remain. The ten Immortal Gates that have been destroyed were consumed by the victors.

"You are right," the leader of the Great Dao Sect naturally understood this principle.

Slow step by step.

Being a bit late, even running at full speed won’t catch up to something hot.

But the leader of the Great Dao Sect, who is also an Immortal Sect Leader, was thinking about something else.

"Yunxiao Taoist Lord is not only a powerful Soul Changing cultivator, but also the leader of the Yunxiao Sect."

"There are different levels of strength among Soul Changing cultivators and Immortal Gate members, but since they are on the same level as me, how could they die so easily?"

"What about the foundation of the Yunxiao Sect?" frowned the leader of the Great Dao Sect.

He is also a Soul Changing Taoist Lord.

He had doubts because he knew the abilities of Soul Changing Taoist Lords and the rich heritage of the Immortal Gate.

How could someone of his caliber die like this?

Isn’t it unfair to suddenly label them as Soul Changing cultivators like that?

"There are doubts about this, don’t fully believe it," said the leader of the Great Dao Sect.

"What if we don’t send someone from the Great Dao Sect to the Southwest Province?" Elder Qingyi cautiously suggested.

"Yes, of course we should go!" the leader of the Great Dao Sect responded.

"Just be cautious and beware of falling into ambushes set by the Yunxiao Sect," he added.

Nowadays, many cultivators are taking shortcuts. They are not as genuine as before, don’t you agree?

"Moreover, there is another possibility…" the leader of the Great Dao Sect expressed lightly.

"It is possible that this matter is indeed true, and that the Yunxiao Taoist Lord has become a sacrifice for the Human Emperor Sword, while the Yunxiao Sect in the Southwest Province may not be as strong as they seem," he analyzed.

The leader of the Great Dao Sect had a serious look in his eyes.

Nine Immortal Gates, their ancestors were truly powerful, with True Immortals who ascended to the higher realm and possessed the complete heritage of True Immortals.

However, due to the decline of spiritual energy and the turmoil of the former Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, Nine Immortal Gates suffered a huge blow.

Nowadays, the highest cultivation level for cultivators in Jiu Province is only the Soul Changing Stage, and no one knows how much of the former glory of other Immortal Gates remains or how much heritage is left.

………………………

The Imperial Palace in Imperial Capital, known as the Golden Luang Palace.

As the sun sets in the west, the glazed tiles on the Golden Luang Palace shimmer with a crimson light.

As dusk approaches, the red glow tints the sea of clouds, and all that meets the eye is a vast expanse of twilight.

One by one, courtiers hasten up the steps of white jade relief stones into the Golden Luang Palace, their steps slightly hurried.

Just now, these courtiers suddenly received the emperor’s decree to enter the palace, rushing over in haste, unaware of what has happened.

Sometimes people would stop and chat briefly, all looking worried.

The Great Yan Imperial Court was already in decline, with only the Zhong Province still under its control.

When the emperor suddenly summoned his ministers, they were not optimistic, thinking something bad had happened.

"Lord Lou, have you heard any rumors? What could the emperor want from us this time?" asked a minister to his acquaintance.

"Who knows?"

"Could it be another assassin sneaking into the palace?" someone speculated.

The last time an assassin entered the palace, Emperor Yonghe died because of it, and even the founding emperor of Great Yan revealed his true self couldn’t stop the attacker.

With the emperor’s sudden summons today, many courtiers were actually feeling uneasy.

Some courtiers unconsciously looked up at the sky: it was near dusk, with a heavy atmosphere, much like the current Great Yan Imperial Court.

The young Emperor Wuping sat tall on the dragon throne, looking down at the courtiers in front of the hall. His youthful face may not yet have the aura of an emperor, but it still carried a sense of solemnity.

Emperor Wuping is only fourteen years old and finds it hard to control the courtiers in the palace.

The courtiers’ gaze actually fell more on Founding Emperor Yan, who was standing beside him.

Founding Emperor Yan was usually quiet in the court and would often stand silently to listen to politics.

However, as the ancestral founder of the dynasty portrayed in paintings for hundreds of years, his mere presence standing silently nearby brought great pressure to the courtiers and they dared not act rashly.

Today, the courtiers glanced at the Founding Emperor Yan as usual… but then they discovered something shocking:

Founding Emperor Yan was not wearing the Human Emperor Sword around his waist?

"How could this be? The Human Emperor Sword is a crucial national treasure and has been worn by the founder almost constantly for months. Why is it missing today?"

"Was it lost? It couldn’t have been forgotten, could it?" Some people thought back to the streak of golden light that had flown away from the direction of the palace earlier today, and their faces turned grim.

Emperor Yan, the founder, didn’t pay attention to them. He just calmly watched the sky outside the palace.

"The time has come…follow me," he suddenly spoke.

Emperor Yan strolled out of the grand hall, with Emperor Wuping standing up from the dragon throne and following behind.

The courtiers were confused, but had no choice but to follow these two as they left the palace, closely following them.

They raised their heads to look.

They saw a golden light shooting from the horizon, like the rising sun shining in the sky. The originally dark red clouds were brightened, clearing away the gloom.

Emperor Yan reached his hand towards the sky.

Amid Emperor Wuping and the courtiers’ astonished gazes, the golden light from the horizon fell into his palm like a returning swallow.

However, on the tip of that sword, there was an old Taoist head with disheveled hair.

Founding Emperor Yan took off the head on the sword, holding it in one hand and examining the Human Emperor Sword carefully in the other hand.

The golden light on the Human Emperor Sword had dimmed to the extreme at this point, almost nonexistent.

Although the light was faint, it gradually brightened in a faint glow.

Founding Emperor Yan turned to look at Emperor Wuping beside him, then burst into laughter.

"Ancestor, this move was a gamble that paid off! No… it was never just a simple gamble." Emperor Wuping was also greatly shocked.

He couldn’t understand, nor could he figure out why this move could win, but he was deeply impressed.

"Where is the historian?" Founding Emperor Yan suddenly asked.

"Take notes!"

"Today’s events shall be recorded in history!"

The historian hurriedly spread out paper and ink, recording the words of Founding Emperor Yan:

"In the first year of Wuping."

"In the Southwest Province, the Yunxiao Sect rebels caused chaos during the snowy third month, and many people suffered. The Emperor traveled three thousand miles to bestow a sword."

"The Great Yan martial artist Qiao Pianxin, holding the Human Emperor Sword, killed the leader of the Yunxiao Sect and presented his head to the sword, three thousand miles away!"

…………………………………..

Half an hour later, in the Imperial Study.

"Ancestor, I was wrong this time."

Young Emperor Wuping dismissed the attendants and humbly admitted his mistake in the Imperial Study in front of Founding Emperor Yan.

"Wrong? What have you done wrong?" Founding Emperor Yan inspected the Human Emperor Sword in his hand without looking up.

"I made the wrong decision," said young Emperor Wuping.

"If the ancestors didn’t guard it themselves, and if the Human Emperor Sword was in my hands, I would control it."

"Then it seems the Human Emperor Sword will stay in its sheath, slowly gathering dust, until its light fades away."

The young Emperor Wuping spoke sincerely, with a heartfelt expression on his face.

Founding Emperor Yan just stared at him without expression.

Although Founding Emperor Yan was a martial artist, having held a high position for many years, he naturally understood human nature and social etiquette.

His status and reputation were too high, even the current young emperor unconsciously tried to please him.

Although Emperor Wuping was young, he seemed quite clever now and not foolish.

"If you truly feel you made a mistake, there’s no need to tell me," said Founding Emperor Yan calmly.

"Even though you are only fourteen years old, you are already the Great Yan Emperor. You know right from wrong, so why do you need to apologize to me?"

Founding Emperor Yan turned around and left with a wave of his sleeve.

Over the past three hundred years, he has made countless choices, some right and some wrong.

Some mistakes can be corrected, but some mistakes, even someone as powerful as Founding Emperor Yan, cannot undo.

Founding Emperor Yan was not always powerful and at his peak forever; he had also become stagnant and stuck in old ways.

Later, by reflecting on himself as a Qiao family member, he broke free from his inner restraints and made progress in his martial arts and inner peace step by step.

Founding Emperor Yan paused, with some thoughts crossing his mind. Facing away from Emperor Wuping, he calmly said:

"If you truly feel you were wrong… think about it more in the future."

"By using others as a mirror, we can see our gains and losses; by using ourselves as a mirror, we can understand when to advance and when to retreat."

"Being trapped in the mud of the past is like wrapping yourself in a cocoon."

Emperor Wuping stood still, staring blankly at the back of Founding Emperor Yan, lost in thought.

………………………………..

Somewhere in Zhong Province.

Walking in a small path in the forest, one behind the other.

The person in front is a friendly middle-aged wealthy man, fanning himself with a black circular moon mask in his hand.

It is Li Gongde, the Moon Xuan Envoy of the Wuji Association in Zhong Province.

Following behind is a graceful young girl.

This girl has rosy lips and white teeth, like a natural beauty, although she appears a bit lazy, with no hair accessories on, just casually tying her black hair into a neat ponytail.

Li Gongde led the way ahead, while the girl followed leisurely behind, making the patient Li Gongde urge her on:

"Lord Mingkong, please take a couple more steps, the inn is just ahead."

The girl named Wu Mingkong seemed uninterested, just responding with a "Hmm," still absorbed in the Tide Listening Building Martial Arts Ranking List in her hand.

"Uncle Li, do you think this person called Qiao Many Gold really accomplished killing the Immortal Sect Leader? It’s unbelievable."

"He’s not called Qiao Many Gold… his name is Qiao Pianxin, pronounced as ‘Mee-kyul’," explained Li Gongde patiently.

"…. Maybe the Qiao family members are lacking in gold in their fate, so poor that they gave so many names with gold in them," Wu Mingkong casually remarked.

"It’s hard to remember, why not just call him Wujin… He’s going to Southwest Province Peach Blossom Villa to apprentice, we might really have to call him Wujin Master."

Li Gongde was left speechless, opening his mouth in disbelief.

Naming in the Qiao family was being discussed, but naming in martial arts families is also quite a major issue.

The names parents give their children often hold their hopes and dreams.

The names Martial Saint chose for his adopted sons and daughters also reflect this belief.

Li Gongde and Martial Saint have known each other for many years and understand each other well.

Most people only know Martial Saint for his exceptional martial arts skills.

However, Li Gongde believes that Martial Saint’s talent and insight are not as remarkable as those of Earth Sword Immortal.

It was by using special techniques like "Martial Saint Spiritual Technique" and "Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill" to absorb the abilities of others that Martial Saint overcame his own limitations and reached his current level.

In Li Gongde’s opinion, Martial Saint’s greatest strength lies not in his martial arts skills, but in his ability as a martial arts master to recognize talent, much like a talent scout in the martial arts world.

Names like Wu Qingxin, Wu Qizheng, Wu Qiankun, and Wu Mingkong were not chosen randomly; they represent Martial Saint’s expectations for them.

However, these expectations often end up unfulfilled.

Wu Qingxin’s weakness is her unclear mind, while Wu Qizheng is known for his honesty and integrity. In such chaotic times, someone who walks the right path is bound to willingly become Martial Saint’s scapegoat…

Both Wu Qiankun and Wu Mingkong have remarkable names.