Remould the Glory of Sword Art

Dark clouds obscure the sky, and the sound of the qin is sorrowful.

The flowing light dancing within the grand hall is shrouded by the music, resuming their battle.

Qian San put down the Heart-Sinking Flute, his expression gloomy, and killing intent appeared in his eyes.

On the other side.

Qin Qianlian also turned around, gripping the Hand Palm Thunder.

The massive dark cloud finally descended slowly, and the Heavenly Puppet Sect members landed before the grand hall entrance.

The leader, a lean cultivator clad in a pitch-black cloak, stood alongside the woman playing the qin. To the left and right, Mo Taoist's capable subordinates, Corpse Daoist and Dog Daoist, bowed low to serve, followed by dozens of Heavenly Puppet Sect disciples standing dispersed.

"Wen Daoist."

Qian San squinted his eyes, speaking slowly.

He recognized the leader wearing the pitch-black cloak as Mo Taoist's first disciple. The sect masters of the Three Great Sects in South Border were trapped by the Broken Continuation Path, unable to achieve Yang God, so they hid deep in the mountains, rarely emerging, nurturing a rather formidable younger generation over these years.

For example, Daoist Bai He, the first disciple under White Ghost.

This person before him was an Evil Cultivator with Yin God Perfection, on par with Daoist Bai He, and Mo Taoist's first disciple.

"Manager Qian, it's been a long time."

Wen Daoist smiled and spoke.

The Heavenly Puppet Sect usually stayed hidden in the mountains, but they had ventured out over the years.

By coincidence.

He had left the South Border once, went to Li Kingdom, and had a brief encounter with Qian San...

Of course, back then Qian San was the shopkeeper of Fangyuan Square in Li Kingdom, yet to return to Great Chu.

"Qin girl, this is an old friend of mine,"

Wen Daoist said with his hands behind his back, his voice like a gentle spring breeze, as he looked at Qian San with a soft gaze, as if truly seeing an old friend after many years.

However.

The next moment, his tone shifted.

Wen Daoist spoke seriously, with a hint of a smile, "I don't care how Qin girl deals with the others... except this man, I must kill him."

The spring breeze dissipated, leaving only the chill.

That cloud enveloping the Heavenly Puppet Sect disciples gradually dispersed, and a dense mist covered the grand hall along with the surrounding hundred feet.

"Understood."

The woman playing the qin said expressionlessly, then played heavily, and the sound turned sharp, urgent like a storm.

In an instant, dozens of qi blades spiraled through the air—

"Sizzle!"

Close to the grand hall, several cultivators from Xuanzhui Mountain had their bodies burst into a blood mist.

The "ambergris" they were fighting over was also swept away by the whirlwinds.

The woman playing the qin pressed the strings, preparing to retrieve the treasure, when the hall was lit by thunder. Qin Qianlian wielded the Hand Palm Thunder, thunder transforming into a long whip, cracking down heavily, shattering the qi strings — but this was not the end. This time Heart Thunder directly shot out from the hall, striking the fallen cloud.

The Heavenly Puppet Sect disciples scattered in shock, but still, some were struck by the Thunder Technique, falling on the spot.

The dim hall was illuminated by thunder.

Only then did the Heavenly Puppet Sect see the white-clothed figure clearly.

"Qin Qianlian?"

Corpse Daoist turned pale, scared out of his wits.

Tonight's assault on Qingfu Mountain, Corpse Daoist thought it was a sure success by taking them by surprise, but while it did succeed, his own forces suffered heavy casualties — Qin Qianlian was practically a madman, stubbornly fighting through the Blood Refining Array, nearly killing him on the spot... had he not escaped quickly, he would have become a Ghost Soul under the Thunder Technique.

No enemies meet without a head.

"Truly a reunion of mountains and waters."

Qin Qianlian retracted the Thunder Technique, saying without expression, "Corpse Daoist, we meet again."

"...It is quite a coincidence."

Corpse Daoist replied with a forced smile, subtly edging closer to Wen Daoist, "Senior brother... this person is Qin Qianlian."

"A Taoist prodigy of Longevity House."

Wen Daoist smiled, "I have heard of you, and now that we meet today, you are indeed impressive."

"Qian,"

Qin Qianlian weighed the ambergris, transmitting telepathically, "If you don't retrieve these treasures, the Evil Sect cultivators will do it for you."

Seeing this scene.

Qian San no longer hesitated, sighed softly, forming seals, his robe emitting flowing light, myriad colors spilled from the ground, transforming into thin lines of fire, ensnaring the battling "lost soul" cultivators, while also entwining the suspended strange treasures. If not for the woman playing the qin arriving, perhaps the Heart-Sinking Flute could have maintained control of the situation... but now it wasn't so simple.

The Heavenly Puppet Sect was bound to storm into the grand hall soon, launching a massacre and scrambling for Secret Treasure.

These guys, unlike the "Armored Giant," wouldn't stop merely by destroying the formation key.

As soon as the flowing fire from Qian San's sleeve emerged, the Heavenly Puppet Sect cultivators over by the dark cloud rioted altogether.

"Kill! Kill all these people!"

Wen Daoist said in a low voice.

Earlier, looking from afar at this grand hall, it was already in chaos when Wen Daoist scanned with Divine Thought, his spirit shook, those Armored Giants each had Yin God physique... attempting to seize the hall's treasures from these Yin Spirit Giants was certainly no easy task, but truly the iron shoes have been worn for a long time without finding, and suddenly luck comes effortlessly. By the time he arrived, everything was settled, now only killing to seize the treasures remains.

Is there anything simpler in this world?

In an instant, dark clouds clashed with flowing fire.

Boom! Boom!

The already chaotic grand hall was completely drowned in the sound of slaughter—

Qin Baihuang took a deep breath, maintaining composure, proactively retreating to the rear, took out Array Treasure, and arranged for several disciples from the Refining Department to plant Array Flags at the rear of the hall.

Disciples of Longevity House and Northern County cultivators moved forward, engaging in battle with the "Corpse Puppet" crafted by the Heavenly Puppet Sect.

The one-armed Venerable Baocheng, swallowing the ambergris thrown by Qian San without hesitation, then blocked Dog Daoist who was charging into the hall.

The magnificent thunderous light roared across the ninth heaven.

Qin Qianlian took the initiative to attack the Corpse Daoist. Tonight's raid left nearly half of the Longevity House's disciples dead or injured. He chased for a hundred miles to this point just to cut off the Corpse Daoist's head.

The Heart Thunder rumbled and condensed, surprisingly leaving his stationed position to actively charge into the dark clouds!

"Senior Brother, save me!"

The Corpse Daoist cried out in terror.

He hadn't fought in the hall like the Dog Daoist did because he feared Qin Qianlian... Never imagined this madman would chase out of the hall just to kill him?

Wen Daoist looked expressionlessly at the lightning that entered the formation.

The dark feather robe he wore was blown by the strong wind, dyed white by the thunder light.

After a moment of thought.

Wen Daoist reached out and grabbed the Corpse Daoist by the collar, using his divine skills to seize him. The next moment, he surprisingly threw him towards the thunder light!

"???"

The Corpse Daoist's face turned deathly pale.

He never expected his senior brother would treat him this way.

The moment he threw out the Corpse Daoist, Wen Daoist raised his palm and slapped towards Qin Qianlian without hesitation—

This was to trade life for life!

He didn't care at all about the Corpse Daoist's death.

If Qin Qianlian was determined to kill the Corpse Daoist, then he would kill Qin Qianlian!

The thunder light condensed into a blade, piercing the Corpse Daoist's forehead. Qin Qianlian didn't hesitate for a moment, decisively using the "Heart Thunder" to pierce through the Corpse Daoist's Divine Sea, slaying the culprit of this Qingfu Mountain raid on the spot! Not a single trace of soul was left! After piercing the forehead, the Heart Thunder exploded directly, causing the Corpse Daoist's hunched figure to burst apart fiercely—

As a cost.

Qin Qianlian was struck by Wen Daoist's palm, and the pure white, taintless thunder light was instantly stained with a plague-like filthy color.

He groaned, retreating back to the hall.

"Brother Qin, what a style!"

Watching the remains of the Corpse Daoist falling from the Heavenly Peak, Wen Daoist showed no sadness or grief. Instead, he applauded and laughed, celebrating the recent thunder technique.

As if it wasn't his own junior brother who died but an irrelevant stranger.

Having cultivated in the Heavenly Puppet Sect together for decades, he and the Corpse Daoist had years of friendship.

Decades of friendship.

It was not entirely worthless... Wen Daoist allowed the blood rain to fall on himself, let down his Divine Thought cover, feeling the lingering "warmth" of his junior brother, considering it fulfilling the duty of same sect camaraderie.

Wen Daoist extended his palm, staring at the blackness in his palm, falling into spots of crimson blood.

He sighed and said, "The Taoist has not seen such decisive and resolute people in ages... Willing to forfeit one's own life to kill the enemy. Truly admirable."

"..."

Qin Qianlian looked slightly pale, but his eyes were filled with disgust.

This Wen Daoist truly made one nauseous... What he hated most were these filthy, dark hypocrites.

The Corpse Daoist came to Qingfu Mountain during the day full of respect, but at night raided without giving any pause.

When it comes to darkness, to ugliness... the Wen Daoist at this moment surpassed the Corpse Daoist in every way.

The Three Great Sects are full of such characters.

No wonder the extermination of demons is called for!

These guys, they are better off killed off completely!

"You have been hit by my 'Great Plague Palm'."

Wen Daoist said regretfully, "Without the antidote, at most in an hour, you'll bleed from the seven orifices, and your Divine Sea will break... If Daoist Qin is willing to take the lead in surrendering as a warning to others, I could show leniency and spare the disciples of the Longevity House."

"Is that so?"

Qin Qianlian coldly spoke, "If you are willing to willingly offer your neck, I can also spare the cultivators of the Heavenly Puppet Sect."

Wen Daoist was taken aback.

A hint of coldness appeared in his eyes, and he suppressed it with difficulty, lowering his head with a smile, "…Miss Qin?"

"Do not damage the hall."

The woman playing the qin said expressionlessly, "The rest is none of my concern."

"Understood."

Wen Daoist said softly, "May I trouble Miss Qin to take good care of my other junior brother. I shall be back shortly."

As the words fell.

He formed seals with his hands, then raised his palm and made a distant gesture!

At this moment, Qin Qianlian's protective thunder light had been stained with a layer of black, and he groaned again, clearly sensing an irresistible "traction force" within his body, pulling him out of the hall?

Taking a deep breath.

Qin Qianlian cleared his Divine Sea and gathered his thoughts.

He decided to comply with Wen Daoist's wishes.

Qin Qianlian harnessed the thunder light, once more rushing out, actively colliding into Wen Daoist's dark Dao Domain. Two Dao Domains, one black and one white, thus clashed, instantly turning into streams of light, entangled in a far-off struggle.

"..."

The woman playing the qin quietly watched this scene, her plucking fingers paused slightly for a moment, then continued.

At this moment, the hall was in fierce combat.

The Longevity House disciples, seeing Master Qian Lian leave, also wanted to follow, but were all suppressed by the great formation's qin sound.

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