Remould the Glory of Sword Art

The group led by Qin Baihuang was currently enveloped by the sound of thunder.

Armored giants rose from the ground, throwing the Xuanzhui Mountain camp into chaos. Dozens of streaks of light flew beneath the dome of the great hall. To these armored giants, these low-level cultivators were like mosquitoes, easily swatted aside with a sword or a palm strike.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of blood mist in the hall was continuous and unbearable to witness.

However, amidst the chaos, Qin Qianlian remained calm, merely gazing upwards at the "sun" suspended above the grand hall.

The entire hall was shrouded in this radiant light.

"This sun... there's something wrong with it!"

Venerable Baocheng covered his severed arm, stumbling as he stood up.

Having traveled the world for many years, Venerable Baocheng had visited numerous secret realms.

He knew well the perils of secret realms. While the Dragon Heart Fruit was certainly precious, great opportunities often came with great dangers.

Under normal circumstances, he would never touch it lightly!

"Brother Qian."

Qin Qianlian, hands behind his back, looked at the chaos in the hall and said softly, "These loose cultivators of Xuanzhui Mountain, even if they were temporarily recruited... they shouldn't be so thoughtless, should they?"

"..."

Qian San fell silent.

Indeed.

From the moment he stepped into the hall, he sensed something was amiss, and immediately sent a soul sound warning.

Unfortunately.

The situation had now spiraled out of control.

"Brother Qian suggested breaking the formation to leave earlier, I have no objection to that,"

Qin Qianlian said slowly, looking at the sun, "These fortunes might mean little to Brother Qian... but the lives here, we can't just ignore them, can we?"

"What do you mean?" Qian San took a deep breath.

"You hold off these big guys for me..."

Qin Qianlian locked eyes on the sun, speaking seriously, "Give me a hundred breaths at most, and I'll bring that 'thing' down from above the hall."

Boom!

As soon as the words left his mouth, an armored giant lifted its foot to stomp where the people were!

A huge shadow fell like a small mountain—

Qin Qianlian glanced up and let out a cold snort. Clad in white, he leapt up, landing on the forehead of the armored giant. Countless arcs of lightning flowed through his sleeves as he landed a fierce punch. The thunder technique roared and exploded, causing the armored giant to stagger back and crash heavily to the ground.

Such an armored giant, alone, had a cultivation of about the Yin God Middle Realm at most.

Had Venerable Baocheng's mind not been affected by the "Sun of the Great Hall," he wouldn't have lost his arm so easily.

However...

Because it was crafted using a secret technique, this armored giant's physique was strong, its skin thick, capable of taking hits!

Though it took a blow from Qin Qianlian, it merely fell, and soon would get back up.

Qian San hesitated for only a moment before making a decision. He clasped his hands and summoned the Bronze Ancient Seal once more, hurling it at that "sun" on the dome.

"Rumble!"

The explosion resounded.

The bronze seal, able to topple armored giants, hit the sun and emitted a teeth-clenching sound of metal striking metal, then was deflected away—

Without a doubt.

This "sun" was the central core of the hall's formation.

Qian San's attack completely enraged the "resurging" armored giants. Sunlight beams flickered slightly, focusing entirely on Qian San. The armored giants that were slaughtering the Xuanzhui Mountain cultivators slowly turned their heads, looking towards the concentrated sunlight focused on him.

"Stay away from me."

Qian San released Qin Baihuang, speaking in a deep voice.

After consuming the Dragon Heart Fruit, his wounds had healed, his vitality even more vigorous than before!

Thanks to Qian San's provocation.

The "slaughter" in the hall paused for a moment, and twelve armored giants fixed their gaze on him alone.

"Hoo..."

Qian San took a deep breath, his hands fell, his sleeves billowed, ready for combat.

Meanwhile.

Qin Qianlian did not hesitate at all, ascending to the edge of the Heavenly Peak, his hands swiftly forming seals, snow-white lightning burst forth from his sleeves.

He enjoyed dealing with intelligent people, and Qian San was such a person.

The bronze seal strike just now was a test.

After one strike, all the armored giants shifted their attention...

Qian San helped him confirm the role of the formation core of the hall's "sun"!

The battle on the ground had already erupted, Qian San, after refining the Dragon Heart Fruit, found himself surrounded by twelve armored giants.

With Qian San's cultivation, he should have been able to maneuver with ease, but these armored giants seemed to share a connected mind. Despite their massive size, their cooperation was seamless. At first, Qian San could still unleash the Bronze Ancient Seal and slightly counterattack, but soon he was forced into defense.

Qin Qianlian did not keep Qian San waiting for long.

The lightning at the Heavenly Peak continued to surge, constantly suppressed. This was the Longevity House's "Heart Thunder," unlike the Thunder Technique of the Tai Shang House. Once released, "Heart Thunder" consumed a large amount of divine thought, and Qin Qianlian at that moment pressed the "Heart Thunder," ready to erupt at any moment, into his palm.

He had already expended three times the divine thought needed to deploy "Heart Thunder."

As people say.

Qin Qianlian was an exceedingly rare "Taoist prodigy."

The Taoist tradition spanned thousands of years, countless geniuses like fish in a river, but only he in the Taoist could develop "Heart Thunder" to this level.

Slim lightning cleaved through the dark sky, Qin Qianlian stretched out his hand, grasping a Thunder Blade in the void. The threefold Heart Thunder no longer restrained by divine thought, expanded and spread unchecked. This Thunder Blade extended a hundred feet long, like an eagle spreading its wings. Qin Qianlian slashed down with the lightning, the brilliant light from the "sun" above the grand hall pierced by the Thunder Blade, torrents of light and flame fell like waterfalls. For once, the hall experienced extreme daylight; the sun went out, but the snow-white lightning continued to spread. All twelve armored giants instantly stiffened and petrified, the core supporting their actions shattered by the Heart Thunder, the hall's formation broke apart.

Qin Qianlian calmly extended his hand, gently inhaling towards the top of the hall.

"Whoosh!"

An object flew into his palm.

The so-called "sun" was in fact nothing more than a small fragment of bone, only the size of a fist, inscribed with obscure demon text.

"..."

Qin Qianlian slowly landed on the ground, aligning himself with Qian San.

"Brother Qian, are you unscathed?"

He looked at Qian San, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. Although surrounded by twelve armored giants, Qian San was merely lightly injured, with his blood and Qi surging back rapidly to normal... it seems the Dragon Heart Fruit's effects are indeed extraordinary.

"Unscathed."

Qian San shook his head, looking at the chaos within the grand hall with a slight distaste.

Although the killing intent of the armored giants dispersed...

the chaos was not resolved—

The "sun's" brilliance faded, the Thunder Technique enveloped the hall, the barriers of array patterns shattered, yet no one left.

Although the demon array no longer confused hearts, the greed within them was already stirred.

The grand array of the Bai Ze Secret Tomb could affect the Divine Soul, these loose cultivators had their greed roused by the array, now uncontrollable...

Even if they subdued the armored giants, they would likely perish in private conflicts.

On the path of cultivation, if one's Divine Thought is not firm, they are destined to pay a heavy price.

Light beams flew across the grand hall; the Dragon Heart Fruit was absorbed and refined by Qian San, but eleven rare treasures remained scattered, with Xuanzhui Mountain cultivators fighting fiercely.

The only ones maintaining reason were the cultivators from Longevity House, emissaries from the Refining Department, and young disciples from the Northern County family.

Watching this scene.

Qin Qianlian shook his head and acted again.

Thunder Techniques roared, the Heart Thunder transformed into a long line, instantly sweeping across the hall like a snake.

"Bang!!!"

The Heart Thunder lashed out like a whip, sending loose cultivators on both sides flying without causing fatal injury, only retrieving two items: the "Blood Sandalwood" and "Bodhi Seed," previously suspended near the pillar.

"Blood Sandalwood can mold treasures, Bodhi Seeds can strengthen the Divine Soul. These two items will be useful to me."

Qin Qianlian said flatly, "There are twelve treasures here. Since I took the array's core, I will only take two items. The rest have nothing to do with me."

With that.

He waved his sleeve, and disciples from the Longevity House swiftly gathered around.

Having done this, Qin Qianlian prepared to leave, but before departing, he couldn't resist pausing for a moment.

"You two... don't you truly believe you can save these people?"

Qin Qianlian frowned, looking at Qin Baihuang and Qian San; he knew his brother was always foolishly kind, but didn't expect that even Chen Jingxuan's favored store manager at Fangyuan Square was so "hesitant."

The array was broken.

This Secret Tomb holds unknown dangers, and they might soon face pursuit by the Three Great Sects.

These treasures, he only took two.

If Qian San acted, the remaining nine would all be gathered!

The Refining Department, Northern County disciples, and survivors...

The wisest action now...

is to take the treasures and then immediately leave.

Qin Baihuang, how could he not understand this?

Just...

The cultivators of Xuanzhui Mountain are not all rootless. Reaching the Qi-controlling Realm and Cave Heaven Realm may be unimpressive here in the Secret Tomb, but in Great Chu, they have sects and friends... The slaughter by the armored giants severely damaged Xuanzhui Mountain, and now half of those influenced by the demon array in the hall survived; these people aren't as Qin Qianlian said, beyond redemption. Some were reminded by the Thunder Sound and regained rational thought; Venerable Baocheng is the best example.

"Chairman Qin... save my brother!"

"Chairman Qin! Save my master!"

A Northern County family elder wanted to ascend to stop his brother but was repelled by Sword Qi.

A young Qi-controlling disciple knelt on the ground, unwilling to rise.

At this moment, the Xuanzhui Mountain camp was truly in turmoil.

Qin Baihuang looked grim.

Leaving would certainly be simple... but this wasn't what he wanted.

He pondered repeatedly and then produced a treasure; although Qin Baihuang's cultivation realm was shallow, he possessed many treasures, one being the "Heart-Sinking Flute," which, if activated by Divine Thought, could calm minds and restore clarity. Normally, the Heart-Sinking Flute aids cultivation.

At this moment, Qin Baihuang handed it to Qian San.

Giving it a try.

Qian San infused Divine Thought and played the "Heart-Sinking Flute," its melodious sound spread broadly, truly improving the chaotic scene above the hall somewhat.

"Forget it."

Seeing this, Qin Qianlian shook his head, knowing he and Qin Baihuang Qian San were not on the same path.

So he prepared to leave with the little Taoist Su Hong and disciples from the Longevity House.

But just as he took his first step.

A very faint trembling sound came from outside the hall.

Qin Qianlian furrowed his brow, turned to the direction he came from, seeing the light from the Heart Thunder around the hall gradually dissipate, the hall shadowed once again.

Only a distant shadow seemed to roll in.

That shadow mixed with faint "zither music," the music swept into the hall, blending with the flute sounds, and the previously slightly halted chaos began to worsen again...

Qin Qianlian waved his sleeve.

A Heart Thunder surged out from his sleeve, bursting into the sky like fireworks, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daylight.

The figures cloaked in shadows were fully revealed.

A young woman in a green robe sat on a black cloud's edge, gently playing a zither.

Behind her stood rows of pitch-black corpse puppets.

What truly drew Qin Qianlian's attention... was the crouching, ingratiating "Corpse Daoist" beside the green-robed woman.

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(PS: It's the end of the month, asking for some votes.)