True Solution of the Sword Dao
Chapter 320 - 302: Return 2

Chapter 320: Chapter 302: Return 2

The memories that came through were all from Sulan Bei’er, from his birth to when he was thirty years old. This part was just a tiny fraction of his whole life; estimating from this, he must be at least three hundred years old now. Three hundred years ago, Sulan Bei’er was just a little worker in a small workshop in Europe.

Soon, the voice from the Sword Canon Space spoke up again.

"New entry, strong entity, Sulan Bei’er, strength level B Peak, please allocate category type, for the Psychic Contract choose allegiance to the Sword Canon or the Sword Master."

Lin Fei was completely stunned this time.

"Could it be... ??" He listened uncertainly to the hints from the Sword Canon, connecting them to the sudden influx of Sulan Bei’er’s memories. "Could it be that he died? Became one of the many strong entities within the Sword Canon?"

This utterly inexplicable event left Lin Fei almost clueless.

He unconsciously quickened his pace, heading swiftly toward the airport hotel.

Meanwhile, in his mind, he responded to the Sword Canon’s inquiry, "What would happen if he were aligned with the Sword Master? And what about allegiance to the Sword Canon?"

"Aligned with the Sword Master, the Sword Master will fully bear his psychic burdens through a binding contract. The spiritual level of the Sword Master must not be lower than that of the bound entity. Aligned with the Sword Canon, the Sword Canon will permanently control him, none of the burdens to be borne by the Sword Master."

Lin Fei finally understood, "The Sword Canon seems to serve as a data bank, a reserve space, a trial space, absorbing deceased strong entities. If the Sword Master is unable to bear it himself, he could initially store them in the Sword Canon Space until he is strong enough to take on the responsibility. Sulan Bei’er had only exchanged True Force seeds with me before, and now, without any warning, he just died?" Lin Fei knew that all who could enter the Sword Canon were already deceased. He had inquired this from the Sword Canon a long time ago and received affirmative replies. Now that Sulan Bei’er suddenly entered the Sword Canon, it was clear—he had died.

Lin Fei’s memory instantly froze on that black impurity that had tried to enter his body once. If not for the cleansing purification by the Divine Artifact Crystal, that impurity might still be lurking inside him.

"The fact that Sulan Bei’er could enter the Sword Canon Space, that he could make contact and be absorbed by the Sword Canon, might be related to that black substance," Lin Fei vividly recalled the event when Sulan Bei’er had just absorbed the black substance and his own Sword Canon Space immediately upgraded. Clearly, that incident was highly connected to what was happening now.

"Please choose the method of contract assumption." The voice reminded him again.

"Choose for the Sword Canon to undertake it," Lin Fei replied.

Almost instantly, the pseudo True Force within Lin Fei violently shook, and Sulan Bei’er’s last fragments before his death suddenly transmitted into Lin Fei’s mind. The horrifying screams made Lin Fei’s scalp tingle.

In the fragmented visions, the imagery of Sulan Bei’er continuously withering away until his death deeply embedded itself in Lin Fei’s mind.

He took a deep breath. Suppressing the shock in his heart.

The black substance in the vision seemed to be the main culprit, such enormous black energy and yet it was still irrefutable.

"If it was really the black impurity that caused that situation..." Lin Fei suddenly became deeply cautious of the Sword Canon. The black substance had come from the inside of the Sword Canon. Without the pseudo True Force, without the Divine Artifact Crystal from the Dream Eater World, it was still uncertain whether he could have survived until now.

Boom!!

A loud noise reverberated through the distant sky once more. A strong wave of energy surged again.

In Lin Fei’s True Force Sensing, at the place where he had just been, there were now at least seven or eight Level B strong entities gathered. Their enormous aura accumulated together, making the clouds shrouding Bucharest continually roll.

Lin Fei suppressed the pseudo True Force within him, bowed his head, and continued walking toward the hotel. The uncontrollable agitation of the pseudo True Force placed him in a completely passive situation. There was still a long time before the Elisa’s Gate mark fluctuated, and the mark gate wasn’t the only one. When it was time to give up, it was crucial to decisively let go.

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In the morning, Bucharest returned to its usual calm. Not a trace of last night’s intense conflict was evident.

On the gray-white streets, a few pedestrians slowly moved around. The occasional passing vehicles made it seem unusually deserted.

At the entrance of the airport hotel, some customers prepared to board their planes were already waiting here. Among the sparse group gathered, Lin You’s party was conspicuously present.

Lin Fei stood alone at the back, with Lin You, Cheng Guang, Merrill, and others in front. Chris was quietly making a phone call on the side.

"So, he agreed in the end?" Lin You quietly asked Feil.

"Yes, he agreed, but he still has to deal with some of his properties here before he comes to Hua Nation to find us."

"That’s great, with him joining, our power will definitely see a significant increase," Lin You said excitedly.

"Don’t get too excited just yet. Did you forget what you rashly agreed to in a moment of enthusiasm?" Merrill commented coldly.

"Uh..." Lin You’s expression faltered.

"Don’t worry, Little You, it’s only two hundred milliliters per week..." Feil comforted him telepathically.

"But every week, that’s..." Lin You almost wanted to cry. In a moment of emotion, he rashly promised to absolutely help the other party prevent his brother’s condition from worsening, and now he was finally tasting the bitter fruit.

"Donating blood is good for your health," Feil said sympathetically.

Lin Fei watched from behind, observing the strange expressions of depression and excitement alternating on Lin You’s face. He shook his head, somewhat speechlessly.

From a distance, a dense noise of car engines approached from afar and soon reached them as it roared from the hotel entrance door’s street.

The people waiting at the hotel entrance instantly lowered their voices, with most of them looking up towards the direction of the sound.

On the gray-white road, a convoy of black sedans slowly drove past the hotel entrance, looking extremely strict and impressive.

Many exclaimed in surprise. Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the convoy. Some car enthusiasts began carefully identifying the luxury cars among them.

Lin Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze landing directly on a black sedan at the end of the convoy, a faint aura of pseudo-True Force faintly emanating from within, mixed with traces of Holy See Knights.

"I didn’t expect it was the Holy See that succeeded." He noticed that today the aura of Elisa’s Gate Mark seemed extremely weak—had the car not been nearby, he probably would have had a hard time detecting its presence. Clearly, the people from the Holy See planned to secretly transport it out of Bucharest.

"Perfect," Lin Fei quietly watched as the convoy slowly moved away, his mind stirring.

In a corner on the side of the hotel, a faint golden light twinkled, and a figure suddenly emerged, walking towards the airport along the road.

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Inside the car

The engine’s hum was barely audible, and outside the car window, Bucharest’s scenery swiftly moved backwards. Through the tea-colored glass windows, all sights were tinted with a light brown hue.

In the back seat, a mixed-race girl with brown shoulder-length hair gazed blankly out of the window. Her calm demeanor, combined with her strikingly beautiful face, exhibited a peculiar determination.

"Alice, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" the middle-aged woman driving asked, puzzled.

"Nothing Aunt Yilian," Alice turned her face and smiled faintly. "I just feel a bit out of it."

"It might be that you’ve been too tired lately. Once we get back, take a good rest, take a leave, and you should be able to recover," Aunt Yilian smiled.

"Okay," Alice nodded.

As she drove, Yilian cautioned, "The sealed documents that the two priests gave you last night, make sure not to lose them. It represents their trust in you, don’t let them down."

Alice nodded firmly, "Yes! I understand." She clutched the small bag in her arms tightly, from which an invisible, strange aura continuously emanated.

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Clan Leader Cathedral

The morning light streamed through the cathedral’s stained glass on either side, casting its rays upon a kneeling man in a black robe and silver hair at the center.

"It is my negligence. To think that the Mark had escaped our control." The silver-haired man whispered softly. "What we can be sure of now is that the Holy See got the Mark, and we can’t fully restrain them, not knowing how they will transport it out of here."

Above the cathedral, a white-haired man dressed in a white robe sat silently on the high seat, his eyebrows furrowed.

"The Mark of Elisa’s Gate is indeed a fine thing. However, it’s not a big deal, getting it or not doesn’t really matter. Most of the B-grade powerhouse factions have their own Teleportation Stones. Elisa’s Gate is only targeted at the mid-and-low-level personnel,"

"So Your Grace means?" the silver-haired man asked softly.

"There’s going to be a congregational meeting soon, don’t bother me with such trivial matters. Make your own decision," the white-haired man said impatiently, waving his hand, and his figure faded instantly as if it were an illusion.

The silver-haired man slowly stood up, turned around, and walked out of the cathedral.

Outside, some clerics in black robes were quietly waiting.

"What did His Grace mean?" a silver-armored old knight stepped forward and asked.

"Lord Vandla, His Grace means for us to make our own decision..." the silver-haired man said with a wry smile.

"If most of the Blood Curtain members weren’t on Razors Edge Heights, would we let these hypocrites rampage through the Holy City!!" Vandla cursed angrily in a low voice.

"If the Archbishop of Constantinople would support us, how could the situation become so unbearable!" another Knight, clad in silver armor with a faint golden glow on his breastplate, said sternly.

Ding!!!!!

A brief, crisp chime of a small bell rang from afar.

"Alright, everyone disperse. We missed the opportunity this time. Our system is fundamentally different from that of the Holy See. Since they have already masked the Mark’s aura with a Holy Artifact, we cannot continue tracking. Let this matter rest. There’s still time before Elisa’s Gate opens, and we are not without opportunities," an old nun said calmly.

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