Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 485 - 479: Dark Sun 14

Chapter 485: Chapter 479: Dark Sun 14

"She married the Second Prince of Song State and gave birth to twin dragon and phoenix babies," Jiang Yue’er replied calmly.

Lin Xin felt an indescribable sensation in his heart, a bit of a loss, but more so, a sense of melancholy.

After a moment of silence, he asked again.

"What about Kong Yuhui?"

"Big Brother Kong Yuhui... died."

Jiang Yue’er’s voice also trembled slightly.

"Died?" Lin Xin turned around and looked at her.

Jiang Yue’er lowered her head.

"People from the Golden Jade Sect came to him, and afterward, it was said that he died of an acute illness."

Lin Xin understood as well.

The last time he saw them, Kong Yuhui and Jiang Yue’er had been quite close, but now it seemed...

"The Golden Jade Sect..."

He didn’t say anything, but in his heart, he noted another grudge against them.

Although conflicts between sects were never purely simple and often entangled in complex relationships, at the very least, Kong Yuhui had been one of the few good friends he had back then.

"Can you do me a favor?" asked Jiang Yue’er in a low voice, her tone carrying a hint of pleading.

"What is it?"

Lin Xin looked at her, the girl’s expression somewhat pleading.

"I want to make a breakthrough."

Jiang Yue’er said softly.

As if worried that Lin Xin hadn’t heard her clearly, she repeated.

"I want to become a Foundation Establishment Cultivator."

But Lin Xin just shook his head slightly.

"I’m sorry..."

"You are a Yuan Jing Daoist Master, there must be a way!" Jiang Yue’er’s expression was adamant; although he didn’t know why she wanted to become a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, such things...

"You’re oversimplifying it."

Lin Xin shook his head.

"No matter the cost," Jiang Yue’er said resolutely. "As long as you can help me break through to Foundation Establishment, I’ll agree to anything!"

"You don’t understand."

Lin Xin looked at her calmly.

"I understand everything! As long as I can become a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, I’m willing to do anything! I can pay any price!" Jiang Yue’er was getting slightly agitated.

Lin Xin frowned.

"Foundation Establishment requires personal enlightenment; external forces can’t help with that advance..."

"You really won’t help?" Jiang Yue’er’s voice trembled.

"It’s not that I’m unwilling, but that it’s impossible."

"No, you just don’t want to help!" Jiang Yue’er had become stubborn and shook her head, looking disappointedly at Lin Xin.

Understanding Daoist Intent was fundamentally something external forces could not assist with.

Lin Xin felt a bit helpless. If he could do it, then why would the major sects bother selecting disciples for their aptitude so meticulously?

This woman, although she seemed much calmer on the surface, her nature hadn’t changed; she was still as obstinate and foolish as ever!

"Ignorant."

Leaving behind a single word, Lin Xin no longer wished to deal with her and his figure turned into a black wind, suddenly vanishing on the cliff’s edge.

He left Jiang Yue’er standing there alone, her expression filled with sorrow.

"I must, I definitely must break through to Foundation Establishment!"

With a bitter smile, she turned and descended the cliff edge, quickly disappearing into the depths of the bamboo forest.

*******************

In Song State, at the Capital City of Jianing, within the Second Prince’s Jin Wang Residence.

In the opulent rear garden of the princes’ residence, a beautiful woman accompanied by several maids was leisurely pushing two small children in a stroll.

The two children, a boy and a girl, snug in their stroller, looked like carved jade. Each played with half of a red jade pendant shaped like little fishes.

At the entrance of the garden, a tall, handsome man with an otherworldly beauty and red eyes stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching them.

Strangely, neither the guards nor the maids seemed to notice this man, as if he didn’t exist at all.

This man was none other than Lin Xin, who had come all the way from his sect to the Capital of Song.

He watched silently as Cheng Ruofei, once familiar in her youthfulness, had now become a mature woman with a graceful demeanor, her heart experiencing an indescribable feeling.

He could tell there was a trace of deep sorrow at the corners of Cheng Ruofei’s eyes that she couldn’t hide.

"Feifei!"

Lin Xin stepped aside, and right then a middle-aged, sturdy man in royal robes burst in through the entrance—a likely candidate for the master of this place, the current Jin Wang.

"Didn’t I tell you to rest well in your room and not to go out?" he asked.

The Jin Wang’s face was full of tender love as he hurried over and carefully helped Cheng Ruofei.

"There’s no issue...."

Cheng Ruofei just smiled politely, neither too reserved nor too intimate.

The Golden King, like a nagging woman, kept fussing over her, asking if she was warm enough or needed anything else, seemingly incredibly concerned about his wife—ignoring even the constant cries of his children nearby.

"I heard that the Sect Master of the Pine Forest Sect has changed? Now it is the Villa Master of Spirit Heart Villa?"

For some reason, Cheng Ruofei suddenly asked this question.

The Golden King paused in his actions.

"What’s wrong? Indeed, it is Lin Xin, the former Villa Master of Spirit Heart Villa, who mysteriously disappeared after being infatuated to the point of madness. I did not expect that after so many years of absence, he would return and become a Yuan Jing Ancestor. It’s really... how the world changes unexpectedly."

The Golden King obviously had no clue that Cheng Ruofei once had feelings for Lin Xin. To him, it was just news to chat about casually.

The changes in the Cultivation World were often irrelevant to the secular world; even if a Sect was replaced, they were no more than a new support or a different recipient for tributes, nothing more.

Although they couldn’t afford to offend them, their contact on ordinary days was minimal, as they only engaged with the Sect for resources or to suppress anomalies, hardly ever interacting with the Sect’s disciples since there was a boundary between the mortal and the immortal realms.

Therefore, he didn’t care too much about it.

"Why? What made you think of asking about this?"

Cheng Ruofei smiled.

"It’s nothing, just that once upon a time, I carried out a mission with this Daoist Master, and I never would have imagined...."

"You had such an experience?" The Golden King was slightly surprised.

"Yes...." She spoke softly, recounting the stories from the time they had been on a mission together, yet even she did not know why she suddenly felt the need to talk about those times then.

Lin Xin was listening quietly to the side, looking at the two children in the small cart, a few months old at most. Both resembled Cheng Ruofei quite strongly.

He sighed and flicked his fingers lightly, and in an instant, two streams of exceptional Qi-Blood silently rushed into the foreheads of the two children.

Quickly integrating into their bodies.

This Qi-Blood had been refined by Lin Xin using Demonic Arts, then filtered through the Evil Soul Orb and the Righteous Soul Pearl to reach an utmost purity before being injected into the bodies of the two children.

Even though it was just Qi-Blood, it was still released by a being of the Yuan Jing level.

A Yuan Jing Ancestor, whether handling their own ordinary spiritual energy, Demonic Qi, Qi-Blood, was constantly compressing, condensing, and filtering it with their Yuan Jing Soul Domain, a process that was ceaseless every moment.

The essence far surpassed that of an ordinary Golden Core Cultivator, for after all, there was a Nascent Soul to ingest and refine it.

These two streams of Qi-Blood would ensure that the two children remained untroubled by illness or disaster until they were twenty years old, giving them robust bodies, faster reflexes, and sharper senses in the face of danger, giving them an edge among those who had not pursued cultivation practice.

Finally, taking one last look at Cheng Ruofei, Lin Xin turned and quietly left. All that he could do, he had done.

After settling these worldly matters, he soared into the sky, transforming into a dark cloud as he headed straight toward the direction of the Righteous Alliance.

*********************

In the Great Yuan, the vast plain stretched in all directions.

The withered yellow grass covered the entire plain, standing more than half a person’s height.

In the center of the plain, a massive formation unlike any before slowly revealed itself in the shape of a snowflake, glowing with a rhythm like breathing white light.

Although the light was not dazzling, it exuded a tranquil and peaceful aura that was soothing to behold.

The gigantic formation spanned a radius of tens of miles, with six large camps each displaying six distinct colors: green, white, gold, red, black, and purple, distinctly occupying their respective territories.

The Wind-Riding Sect, Plum Blossom Sect, Golden Jade Sect, Vermilion Bird Holy Court, Void Sword Cave, and additionally, the Qingluo Secret Sect.

The six sects stood within the great formation, and their disciples moved in and out as if it were a common occurrence, indicating they had been stationed there for quite some time.

Five almost imperceptible terrifying presences lay dormant inside the snowflake formation like sleeping behemoths, quietly concealed.

At this moment, five Yuan Jing ancestors sat in the central main tent, their spirits interconnected through the formation, engaging in secretive discussions.

From the Wind-Riding Sect came a portly scholar who looked slightly chubby, much like any common official, but no one dared to underestimate him.

This man, named Gongyang Tu, had reached the Solidification Realm a thousand years ago, and now personally presided over the Sixth Grade Divine Weapon, the Wind-Riding Drum, his strength unfathomable and unpredictable.

Yet, among the five, he was the one who spoke most vehemently.

".....Lin Xin, this man, has only risen in a matter of a few short years. He must have great fate and a grand legacy upon him. According to various reports compiled, it is very likely that he is a reincarnated demon, using some method to hide his reincarnated traces.

We in the Underworld have encountered such individuals in no small number; there are always some otherworldly beings who reincarnate from time to time.

In my opinion, we should not treat him as an ordinary peak Solidification Realm demon king just because of his rapid rise. We should treat this matter with caution, give it our all, and seize the opportunity to blast him into ashes at the first chance, leaving no trace behind!"

"That’s where you’re wrong," Zhao Yunfeng of the Golden Jade Sect chuckled, "If we wiped him out immediately, it would be very difficult for us to find other ways to interrogate him about the details of his legacy.

All of you here have been stuck at your own thresholds for how many years? Don’t tell me I’m the only one tempted. Such a legacy that allows one to reach Yuan Jing in just a few short years must be more horrifying than any of us can imagine...."

The ancestral masters from the other sects all remained silent, with no one echoing Gongyang Tu’s words from the Wind-Riding Sect, obviously somewhat tempted.

"It’s just that the Pine Forest Sword Demon is mad with bloodlust, slaughtering endlessly. In just a month’s time, the death toll closely approaches that caused by the Bug Mother back in the day, and the extent of the harm is shocking. If by chance we fail to capture him and let him escape..." The speaker was the Plum Blossom Sect’s remaining single Yuan Jing, Xiao Yiran with the Flying Locust Needle.

Normally, as the bearer of the sect’s Divine Weapon, she would not easily leave the sect, but this time the threat posed by Lin Xin was too great, and the terror he inspired hinted at a frightening unification of the southern domains.

Thus, she brought her Divine Weapon, prepared to burn all bridges in a final gambit.

Vermilion Bird Master from the Vermilion Bird Holy Court and the Silver Sword Saint Song Miao from the Void Sword Cave both sat with eyes closed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

However, as the representative of the Qingluo Secret Sect was about to speak, Vermilion Bird Master glanced at him, causing the somewhat reprehensible old man to shrink back, not daring to make a sound. After all, he was not at the Yuan Jing level, and in such a gathering, even the privilege to speak was conditional on the mood of others.

"This time, we’ve brought three Divine Weapons and five Yuan Jing masters. Even at the peak of Mingxin True Monarch’s time, we could have easily forced him to retreat. Is a mere demon, no matter how strong, going to surpass Mingxin True Monarch wielding the Sky-Piercing Pine Patterned Sword?" Zhao Yunfeng laughed again, his smile tinged with a hint of coldness.

"If he doesn’t submit, we’ll kill him. But if we can force something out of him, heh heh...."

"That demon’s just at the Entering the Void Realm, or even if he’s at the Solidification, which one of us six isn’t above the pinnacle of Solidification? Vermilion Bird Master is even at the Integration peak.

We can easily suppress his Soul Domain. Then there’s his physical body, which is as formidable as a great Demon King’s. With our Divine Weapons in hand, even the strongest body is nothing but a fleeting illusion, easily pierced. And even if he has refined the Sky-Piercing Pine Patterned Sword, should our three Divine Weapons fear just one person?"

Zhao Yunfeng spoke confidently, analyzing one point after another.