Remould the Glory of Sword Art

"I smell that familiar bloody scent."

The Secret Mausoleum Hall was shrouded in ghosts, with a giant soul banner planted on the ground, countless ghost souls swarming around the hall.

The treasures on the altar pillars of this hall had been completely plundered.

Twelve armored giants were beaten to the point of shattered armor, kneeling on the ground.

White Crane True Man crushed the "Nine-Turned Cinnabar Pill" pill scavenged from the hall, a treasure long coveted by the Yin Mountain Evil Cultivators, absorbing even a single breath of blood aura can enhance the Divine Sea, with each turn doubling its value. At this moment, he didn't hesitate to throw out the elixir.

Dozens of Yin Mountain disciples darted back and forth in the blood mist blossoming from the broken Cinnabar Pill, ravenous.

For them, this was a once-in-a-lifetime fortune!

In the midst of the frenzy.

Ren Zhong frowned slightly, glancing toward the distant void darkness.

"Familiar bloody scent?"

Beside Ren Zhong, a silent figure clad in black stood still.

The hall was in revelry, while the figure in black remained quiet.

He did not take any of the secret treasures, merely watched the Yin Mountain disciples inside the hall dance like blood lice.

"It's the aura of 'Wen Daoist'..."

Ren Zhong pondered, then smiled, "The Heavenly Puppet Sect seems to be nearby?"

"This place is complex, we should gather early."

The figure in black simply spoke this sentence.

"That's true, but digesting the Cinnabar Pill takes half a quarter of an hour."

Ren Zhong thought for a moment, then smiled helplessly.

He was different from the other Evil Sect cultivators.

If it were Wen Daoist, he would certainly pocket all the treasures he scavenged, unless a senior of his sect arrived; otherwise, he would never voluntarily distribute the treasures... but White Crane Daoist was different, he generously distributed the Cinnabar Pill, allowing these fellow disciples under his command to feast.

"..."

The figure in black furrowed his brows slightly.

He didn't quite like Ren Zhong's style.

But evidently, this First Disciple of White Ghost wasn't preparing to leave just yet... The Daoist Lord had mentioned that this Secret Mausoleum was ever-changing, the four Secret Halls interlaced to form a grand array. This array could shift at any moment, and who knows what might happen if they waited here for half a quarter of an hour?

"Aren't you afraid 'Wen Daoist' might meet with misfortune?"

"It's better if he dies."

Ren Zhong maintained his gentle smile, yet there was a faint chill in his words.

He raised his sword-like brows, smilingly asked, "The treasures of this Secret Mausoleum are only these... If Wen Daoist died, wouldn't that be good?"

"I'll go take a look."

The figure in black fell silent again, but he didn't intend to wait any longer.

The bloody winds of Yin Mountain made him feel nauseated.

"It's dark and the road is long, friend, take care."

White Crane Daoist pointed in the direction of the bloody scent, smilingly reminded, "Wen Daoist is quite formidable. If he's really been killed, then friend, you better be cautious..."

"No need to worry yourself."

The figure in black replied emotionlessly, then controlled his sword and left, transforming into a black long rainbow.

"Not appreciating the kindness."

Once the figure in black dashed out of the hall.

The smile on Ren Zhong's face immediately disappeared.

He stared coldly at the direction the figure in black vanished.

This time entering the Earth Abyss, his master insisted on letting him act together with this person... Ren Zhong didn't actually care, but after witnessing the swordsmanship displayed by this figure in black, he instinctively felt disgusted. Ten years ago, he participated in the North Sea battle, joining White Ghost in hunting down Xie Xuanyi, and only barely pushed Xie Xuanyi to the point of forced suicide in the sea.

These years.

Ren Zhong had been troubled, unable to eat or sleep peacefully.

Although Xie Xuanyi was dead...

Each time he closed his eyes, he would recall the North Sea of ten years ago.

That battle was truly fierce.

Even with an existence like his master presiding, exceeding Yin God, Xie Xuanyi still slaughtered all around, the Lotus Peak swordsmanship slaying countless cultivators of Yin Mountain... That day, corpses were scattered across the North Sea shore, and surviving was sheer luck.

Since then, Ren Zhong thought he'd never see such swordsmanship again in his lifetime.

Yet unexpectedly.

The swordsmanship of this figure in black, the Tao Realm...

Was exactly like Xie Xuanyi ten years ago.

Being around him, Ren Zhong was reminded of the atrocities of the North Sea every moment.

"Master Brother."

From the blood mist, suddenly emerged a large head, reaching the shoulder level of Ren Zhong.

The head chuckled foolishly, face full of scars, "This 'Cinnabar Pill' is really delicious."

"This is a good treasure."

Ren Zhong's gaze resumed warmth, he rubbed the big head, smiled, "Do you like it? If you like it, eat more, eating it will make you stronger."

In White Ghost's twelve disciples.

Apart from the youngest True Master Xiao You.

The one he cared for the most was this Second Disciple "Zhong Sha". Zhong Sha and he joined the sect in close succession, accompanying each other for nearly sixty years, but unfortunately born with defects, his spirit wisdom unclear, akin to a child of six or seven years old. Yet, he possessed innate divine power, becoming the only one in Yin Mountain to forge his body and enter the Yin God Realm through martial arts, all under the heap of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

"Hehe..."

Zhong Sha grinned, "Eat more, and I can become as strong as Master Brother?"

Ren Zhong smiled silently.

Zhong Sha suddenly looked to the distance, muttering, "Why did that guy leave?"

"That guy is not one of our kind."

Ren Zhong said faintly, "Leaving is good too, hopefully he won't return. If Wen Daoist died, it'd be best if he died too."

"Master Brother... seems to dislike him?"

Zhong Sha blinked, puzzledly said, "Master said, he seems to be a very important person... Is it alright if he dies?"

Ren Zhong sighed softly.

What a silly junior brother...

"Indeed, I dislike him, but hoping he dies... is just talking. The priority right now is to eradicate Da Chu Practitioners; him being alive at least helps kill some people." Ren Zhong said helplessly, "Though his aura is nauseating, at least he doesn't care about the treasures in the Secret Mausoleum."

Just in a recent battle.

That guy killed several armored giants.

In terms of combat capability, it's not lacking.

"If Master Brother dislikes him, then I dislike him too."

Zhong Sha said seriously, "Once we leave the Secret Mausoleum, I'll eat him up."

"Fool."

Ren Zhong patted his junior brother's head, "It's not that simple... Regardless of whether you're his match, if you truly ate him, we'd face severe punishment. Now Yin Mountain has to obey Paperman Sect... later, we'll likely have to rely on others."

"Rely on others..."

Zhong Sha's eyes were full of confusion.

He did not understand what this meant.

"Though he was an enemy before, he's not now."

Ren Zhong lowered his gaze, patiently explained, "You just need to remember... he's one of us."

"So I can't eat him."

Zhong Sha nodded, indicating he understood, then suddenly turned his head, looking at another end of the hall, somewhat surprised said, "He's back..."

Ren Zhong squinted his eyes.

As the words fell, Ren Zhong felt the Great Lotus Sword Intent he loathed...

Indeed.

Only to see a black long rainbow, controlling Sword Qi tearing through the gloom, landing before the hall.

The gloom gradually dispersed, revealing the black robe and indifferent face.

It was the "Black Clothes" who had left and returned.