Duan Chuan's eyes became ambiguous. Somehow, the moment he saw the invitation from his senior brother, he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
It seems... that will be his burial place.
"How is that possible? I am the only Sword Master in the Ten Realms, and my swordsmanship is unparalleled. Who can possibly kill me?"
Duan Chuan sneered, forcibly suppressed the discomfort in his heart, walked into his dormitory, and went to recuperate and recover from his injuries.
"Damn it..." Third disciple!
Jiang Deng's curse was heard outside the treasure house, but she swallowed the last few words back into her stomach.
Duan Chuan's powerful sword energy came crashing down, and Jiang Deng had no power to resist at all, so he fell from the top of the Giant Sword Peak.
He quickly mobilized the chaotic power in his body, and only then was he able to control his falling speed and land steadily.
Jiang Deng's face also looked a little bad.
The third disciple was seriously injured but still so powerful. How could she kill him?
It seems that we can only wait until we go to the Qiming Spiritual Realm to attend the succession ceremony in a month. The scene is large enough, and there are enough people. Maybe we will have the opportunity to take action...
Jiang Deng suppressed the murderous intent in her heart. In order to allow her third disciple to take her to the succession ceremony, she had to complete the homework assigned by her third disciple.
But how can the two completely conflicting sword intentions, the killing sword intention and the benevolent sword intention, be integrated into one sword move?
Jiang Deng frowned.
——
Ancient spiritual realm.
As soon as Baili Chengfeng returned to his palace from the sword-fighting conference, he took off his clothes and soaked naked in the Chaos Spring.
With his eyes tightly closed and his facial features pure and refined, he looked like a banished immortal, untainted by the mundane world.
His black hair was scattered on the water, and his white collarbone and half of his chest were faintly visible below the surface. Because it was so holy, people couldn't even have the slightest thought of desecrating it...
until--
whoosh!
The sound of the arrow piercing the sky broke the tranquility here.
Baili Chengfeng suddenly opened his eyes.
In an instant, the air around suddenly turned cold!
The arrow that was heading towards him was actually frozen in mid-air.
Snap!
The arrow broke, revealing the letter hidden inside.
"Hey, this looks like a cloud-piercing arrow used to suddenly transmit messages between domain lords?"
A child's voice rang out.
The silver guqin placed aside turned into a little boy. He trotted to the place where the arrow broke, took out the letter inside, and took it back to show Baili Chengfeng.
"Master, look, it's a letter for you! What does it say?"
Baili Chengfeng looked at the words above and muttered to himself, "Inviting me to attend the succession ceremony of the Lord of Qiming Spiritual Territory?"
Shang Zhang eagerly asked, "Master, are you going to participate?"
At this point, Shang Zhang suddenly realized something and answered to himself, "Oh, I forgot, Master, you always don't like this kind of crowded party. I'm sure you've turned it down like before. Then I'll just tear up the invitation!"
As he said this, Shang Zhang was about to tear up the invitation.
"Wait."
Baili Chengfeng suddenly spoke up. He took a deep breath, suppressed the confusion in his heart, and seemed to have made a huge decision. "I'll go this time."
"Huh? What?"
Shang Zhang looked shocked.
Is this still his ultimate socially anxious master?
"Because I have a reason to go."
Baili Chengfeng smiled suddenly, as if after the severe winter, the ice melted and the earth came back to life.
Obviously, this invitation was not just for him.
The lords of several other spiritual realms also received a share, and even the lords of the demon realm, devil realm, and ghost realm also received this invitation.
Originally, seven of them were disciples of the master. Now, excluding the four disciples of the master who have passed away, there are six left.
I believe that there will definitely be a few who will go there by then.
A grand scene like this where all the regional lords gather together is rare. If he goes there, maybe he can get the whereabouts of his mentor from these people?
Not only that…
The smile on Baili Chengfeng's face became more sincere.
Jiang Deng will most likely attend this succession ceremony...
Jiang Deng has now become Duan Chuan's sword servant, and will definitely go with him at that time. He can finally appear in front of Jiang Deng with his original identity.
I wonder... Will Jiang Deng blame him for hiding his identity?
Baili Chengfeng's eyes were full of anticipation. The strong emotional fluctuations made him cough subconsciously, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.
However, he still smiled happily.
In the previous chapter, I was completely dumbfounded watching from the side. What happened to the master?
Shouldn't coughing up blood be sad? Why did he smile even more happily?
It’s over, it’s over, the master is stupid!
——
Jiange.
Jiang Deng rose to mid-air and was about to leave Giant Sword Peak and return to his cave in Flowing Water Peak to practice.
I will try to use this month to improve my own cultivation and also finish the homework assigned by my three disciples.
However, before leaving Giant Sword Peak, she lowered her head and glanced down...
What appeared before her was a large lake. The water was a strange dark blue and was filled with tattered swords. Even from a long distance away, she could feel the chill coming from the lake.
Could it be that... this is the Nine Nether Cold Pond that the Chongguang Sword mentioned, where the third disciple threw it into to be refined?
Jiang Deng shifted his gaze towards the lake and saw Bai Sitang squatting by the lake, doing something sneaky.
Jiang Deng's mouth curled up slightly.
OK!
Unexpectedly, Bai Sitang did not listen to his third disciple and left Giant Sword Peak.
What did he discover?
Thinking of this, Jiang Deng hurried down and appeared behind Bai Sitang silently.
Bai Sitang was still squatting by the lake.
He stretched out a finger to touch it, and his fingertip immediately froze into ice. Looking at his frozen finger, he wanted to cry but had no tears. "What's going on? How can I get in?"
He was absolutely certain that this lake was the Nine Nether Cold Pond he was looking for, and that it contained a treasure that he had to get. That treasure was the key to resurrecting his mother!
He must get it!
But to get it, he had to get to the bottom of the pool. The water was too cold, and he couldn't get in with his physical strength...
Just when Bai Sitang was about to scratch his head in anxiety, he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him.
"You came here for diarrhea, right?"
Bai Sitang quickly turned around and met eyes with Jiang Deng behind him.
Jiang Deng's face was full of teasing. "Going to the bathroom by the lake doesn't seem environmentally friendly. If I go and tell the Sword Master, do you think he'll immediately remove your title as Sword Servant?"
"You dare!"
Bai Sitang stood up in anger, but after several unsuccessful attempts to enter the lake, his legs had not yet completely thawed, and he almost stumbled and fell to his knees before Jiang Deng.
Jiang Deng nodded in satisfaction. "Oh my, you're such a filial son. You even want to kowtow to your mother. But this isn't a festival, so I won't give you a red envelope."
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