Chapter 60: The Venerables and the Old Sword Master’s Ambition

Guiyi Gate, Tai Chi Square.

Contrary to Bodhi’s expectations, aside from the four elders, the old sword master did not kill any other disciples of the Guiyi Sect.

More than four hundred disciples of the Guiyi Sect were driven down the mountain in twos and threes. The once vast Guiyi Sect is now deserted.

One of the eighteen Venerables was killed by Qin Luo and Da Niu, leaving only sixteen, who are now standing in the center of Taiji Square studying the Guiyi Sword Formation.

Bodhi is the most revered, followed by Virtue. The remaining twelve arhats are designated by their respective names from the first month to the twelfth month, followed by Horseman, Flower Viewer, Wind Chaser, Shadow Chaser, Pantaka, and Ajita.

These people came from different backgrounds, but they all had an unruly nature. Nangong Muyun watched from afar and couldn’t think of anyone else besides the old sword master who could make these desperados submit to her.

"I heard you were so scared by that Fairy White Cloud that you peed your pants, is that true?"

Bodhi looked at Bufeng with a mocking expression, and his sarcasm caused the crowd to burst into laughter.

Catcher in the Wind blushed at his words, but he was far inferior to the Smiling Buddha in both strength and status, so he could only snort coldly and remain silent.

"Haha." Bodhi looked at Bufeng and laughed, "Don’t worry, since you’ve already joined the old sword master’s ranks, I’ll still treat you as one of my own."

As he spoke, he patted Bufeng on the shoulder and pointed to the courtyard where Nangong Muyun was, saying, "In a few days, I’ll have this Fairy Baiyun blow for you, haha."

Bu Feng remained silent, still thinking the man was joking with him.

They claimed to be studying sword formations, but apart from the Twelve Venerables, no one else could really figure out what was going on. The Twelve Venerables themselves were a sword formation, so they all wanted to hear these people’s guidance on the Unity Sword Formation so they could learn more about it.

However, Yuan Yue just squatted on the ground, and even Bodhi’s joke just now could not distract him. He reached out and flicked the dust off the center of the Tai Chi symbol. He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and slowly stood up.

"Did the elder see anything?" Bodhi asked, abandoning his joking manner, as he saw him stand up.

Unlike the other venerable ones, Yuan Yue looked very young. He smiled at Bodhi and said casually, "Outdated things are not worth worrying about."

This remark brought a sigh of relief to many, and the crowd was about to disperse when Bodhi stopped them. He said with great enthusiasm, "The old sword master has handed Nangong Muyun over to me, so which of you brothers would like to have a taste of Fairy Baiyun’s body?"

Upon hearing this, the two who were just passing by immediately brightened up, and several of the twelve Venerables were also eager to try, but were glared at back by Yuan Yue.

"Lord Bodhi isn’t trying to trick us, is he?" Zouma asked tentatively.

Bodhi didn’t mind at all and looked at Yuan Yue, saying, "It’s better to share happiness than to enjoy it alone. I’m telling you, Elder Yuan, young people have a lot of energy. Even if you can hold back, don’t make your younger brothers suffer."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Yue let out a cold laugh and looked directly at Bodhi, saying, "Don’t forget whose woman she is."

"Qin Zheng is already dead, surely Elder Yuan isn’t still afraid?" Bodhi sneered, meeting Yuan Yue’s gaze dismissively.

"Then please tell me, Lord Bodhi, why didn’t the old sword master kill Qin Luo?" Yuan Yue asked pointedly.

"This..." Bodhi was speechless for a moment.

"Zhuoying and Ashiduo died unjustly."

Yuan Yue turned and left with a gloomy face, leaving behind a cryptic remark.

"De Cheng, what does he mean?" Only after all twelve venerable ones had left did Bodhi look at De Cheng, who had never been there before, and ask him.

De Cheng also looked puzzled and shook his head, saying, "But I’m also very curious as to why the old swordsman spared Qin Luo’s life."

Bodhi frowned, and after a long while said, "Although I don’t understand why old sword master spared his life, it’s not a cause for concern. On the contrary, I think her second disciple, Huang Huxiong, is more worthy of worry."

"What? There are people in Baiyun Palace that Senior Brother takes a liking to?" De Cheng’s interest was piqued.

"That day I noticed that the kid’s aura was very strange."

Bodhi narrowed his eyes and said, "He should also be practicing a method of extreme strength and yang. Although his cultivation level is only at the sixth level, I always feel that his power is even purer than our Vajra Seal."

De Cheng stroked his chin, somewhat incredulously saying, "There aren’t many cultivation techniques more refined than the Vajra Seal..."

"But that bitch Nangong Muyun is cunning." Bodhi lowered her voice and leaned closer to say, "She and that kid have a shared fate, now they share one life. If you mess with him, Nangong will die..."

"Then..." De Cheng looked surprised, then said with some worry, "I’m afraid that Huang Hu Xiong didn’t die this time, but gained some good fortune, and it will be too late to get rid of him later."

De Cheng’s thinking was very simple: when the old sword master left for the upper realm, all the enemies he left behind would be coming after the eighteen venerable ones.

"It’s alright." A sinister glint appeared on Bodhi’s lips as he said, "The old sword master gave him eight months."

"Eight months. Even if he gets some great fortune, it will be of no use. After eight months, Qin Luo, Nangong Muyun, and Huang Huxiong will all die."

De Cheng nodded thoughtfully, then a red dress suddenly flashed through his mind. He asked, "What about Xiao Qing?"

"Only a seventh-tier , and that was with the old sword master’s full assistance." Bodhi curled his lip and said, "Wouldn’t it be better if we captured her and let her play with us every night?"

Bodhi called over Zouma Guanhua and Bufeng, and said with a lewd grin, "I’ve always had a plan to establish a dual cultivation sect. I’ll capture all sorts of beautiful women in the lower realm and train them to be the common furnaces for the sect’s disciples. They can cultivate while having sex with fairies. Just imagine how many male cultivators will flock to it?"

The group listened with longing, and finally, Bufeng spoke up, "Then what name does Lord Bodhi intend to give this sect?"

"How about we call it... Spring Love Temple?" Bodhi said smugly.

"Great name!" several people chimed in.

De Cheng was also somewhat tempted by Bodhi’s lewd plan. He seemed to have thought of something and said with some regret, "It’s a pity that Nangong Muyun is too cunning. We can’t keep her, otherwise..."

"No pity!" Bodhi laughed, putting his hands on Zouma Guanhua’s shoulders. "It’s perfect for us to practice!"

He then turned to Guanhua and asked, "Have you prepared the things I asked you to?"

Guan Hua nodded, and under the bright, clear sky, the lewd laughter of the group pierced the heavens.

In a quiet room.

"You know, they’ve been with me for quite a few years, so I have to give them some incentives," Song Hongdao said, looking at Nangong Muyun who was leaning against the window.

Despite knowing what humiliation awaited her, Nangong Muyun remained silent, staring blankly at the Taiji Square outside the window.

"You’ve been at the seventh-level Great Perfection for quite some time now, yet you haven’t broken through. Are you trying to save yourself to kill me?" Song Hongdao seemed to be talking to himself.

Nangong Muyun had been at the seventh level for ten years, but after reaching the Great Perfection, she had made no further progress. Others might not know this, but Song Hongdao saw through her thoughts at a glance.

There’s a saying that’s been circulating in the Glazed Realm: "It’s better to kill a ninth-tier demigod than to fight a sixth-tier perfect god."

Although this statement is somewhat exaggerated, it succinctly illustrates just how terrifying the power far exceeding a cultivator’s own limits can be when they break through to a higher realm due to the violent fluctuations in their true energy.

Nangong Muyun still ignored him. Song Hongdao seemed to have been lonely for many years, and now he finally had an old friend to talk to, so he continued to mutter to himself, "You have had a hard time all these years. Let me calculate, now you should have taken over the Qingyun Sect and the Sifang Palace, right?"

"What’s your steward’s name again, Nangong Youwen? We can’t find him now. Are you bringing several major sects to declare war?"

"By the way, you gave the Overlord’s Manual to Huang Huxiong, does that mean you’ve given up on Qin Luo?"

"After the battle at Tianxiangfang, I thought Qin Luo could still gain some insights, but alas, I’m a bit disappointed."

"Jiang Qingyu has already mastered two sword techniques, does that kid think he can rely on just one move, Autumn Sound, for the rest of his life?"

"Six Observations." Nangong Muyun suddenly spoke, and Song Hongdao’s expression changed, his voice immediately stopping.

With a slight smile, Nangong Muyun said with a mocking expression, "Your inner demon is the Six Views, isn’t it?"

Song Hongdao was speechless, and the atmosphere in the quiet room had unknowingly shifted.

"You must have been very impressed by watching Qin Zheng fight the Demon Lord that day, right?" Nangong Muyun came to Song Hongdao and sat down close to him.

"Even though you killed him afterward, you could never forget that Six Views, so you could never ascend, right?"

"You want to secretly cultivate Qin Luo so that he can comprehend the Six Principles of Insight to seek revenge, so that you can overcome your inner demons, right?"

Nangong Muyun’s red lips were almost touching Song Hongdao’s ear as she said seductively, "Have you ever thought that you might die under the Six Views?"

Although Song Hongdao’s secret was exposed, he quickly recovered and looked at Nangong Muyun, who was only half a finger’s distance away from him.

"Six views cannot kill me."

Song Hongdao stood up, walked to the door, and looked at the shocked Nangong Muyun, saying, "You’re right. I’ve been in seclusion for twelve years, thinking about that sword day and night. So, Liu Guan can’t kill me, and you and Qin Luo have no other choice."

"Jiang Qingyu won’t do, Xiao Qing won’t do, and even Huang Huxiong won’t do."

"The only ones who can kill me are those with six views."

"And I will ascend to the highest level as the greatest swordsman, stepping over your corpses."