147: Your sword has turned green.

The wind on Green Thunder Mountain seemed to freeze at this moment.

By the Sword Washing Pool outside the mountain gate, thousands of Sect Disciples and envoys from various factions held their breath, staring intently at the slowly opening Sword Tomb gate. Lei Ao stood high upon the altar, his sinister face twisted and ferocious from excessive excitement. His hands continuously shifted through complex sword incantations, attempting to activate the [Ten Thousand Swords Extermination Array], rumored to be capable of slicing through stars.

"Traitor, prepare to die!" Lei Ao roared, veins throbbing on his forehead. "Within this Sword Tomb, I am a god! No matter how many tricks you possess, you cannot escape the agony of ten thousand swords piercing your heart!"

However, as the smoke and dust cleared, Lin Chen's figure, straight as a spear, slowly walked out. He still maintained his calm and composed demeanor, without even a single wrinkle on his clothes. Liu Ruyan, whom he held in his arms, had a rosy complexion, and her expression was filled with the charm of being nourished. Where was the slightest trace of distress from being trapped in a deadly situation?

"Sect Master Lei, aren't you tired after wringing your fingers for so long?" Lin Chen sneered, his mocking voice resonating through spiritual energy and clearly entering everyone's ears.

Lei Ao's heart violently jumped, and an ominous premonition instantly swept over him. Refusing to believe it, he roared again, bit his tongue, and spat a mouthful of Vital Blood into the Void Realm, forcibly activating his Life Sense: "[Azure Thunder Divine Sword], unsheathe! Slay this fiend!"

In his prediction, the silver Divine Sword, which had slept deep within the Sword Tomb and been connected to the Lei Family's Bloodline for thousands of years, should have instantly rushed out and shredded Lin Chen.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The scene fell into an extremely bizarre awkward silence.

The turbulent clouds in the sky unexpectedly dispersed. Not only was there no movement from the Divine Sword that should have been wreaking havoc, but instead, bursts of crisp sword cries came from deep within the Sword Tomb. The sound did not resemble slaughter, but rather... joy.

"What's going on? Where is my sword?!" Lei Ao was overcome by rage, his eyes bulging wide.

Just then, a streak of silver light cut across the sky and lightly landed beside Lin Chen. The light dissipated, transforming into an exquisitely beautiful maiden with silver hair like a waterfall and ethereal eyes. Her silver skirt was slightly disheveled, and there were even a few fresh red finger marks remaining on her fair neck.

The entire place erupted in an uproar!

"Is that... the Sword Spirit Lord?!"

"How could the Sword Spirit, who has protected our Sect for ten thousand years, look like this?"

Under the gaze of thousands of shocked eyes, Bai Ling completely ignored the furious Lei Ao. Instead, she knelt submissively and humbly at Lin Chen's feet, like a kitten that had found reliance. Her originally cold and indifferent large eyes were now filled with dependence and adoration for Lin Chen. She even actively extended a slender finger, gently rubbing Lin Chen's trouser leg, uttering a Soul-numbing whisper.

"Master... this person smells awful, and the wicked Qi in his Bloodline makes me sick. Can I chop him up?"

"Pfft—!"

Lei Ao felt his heart veins violently burst, and a mouthful of old blood sprayed three feet away. He shrieked crazily: "Bai Ling! You are my life-bound Divine Sword! My Lei Family has worshipped you for thousands of years! Why do you call him Master?! Why?!"

Lin Chen slowly lowered his head, his slender fingers tracing Bai Ling's tender chin. Then, with a reverse grip, Bai Ling transformed into a silver streak and re-coalesced into the peerless Divine Sword.

"Sect Master Lei, that's a good question." Lin Chen pointed the sword at Lei Ao, a cruel and wicked curve appearing on his lips. "Because your sword thinks you're inadequate. Only true powerhouses are worthy of dominating the divine objects of this world. Trash like you, who only knows how to scheme from behind, aren't even fit to wipe the dust off this sword."

"Liu Ruyan, settle your Karma."

With a casual wave, Lin Chen tossed a top-tier Demonic Weapon, confiscated from the Hehuan Sect, to Liu Ruyan.

Liu Ruyan took the longsword, and her formerly docile eyes instantly became cold and sharp. She stepped into the air, her green sword attire clinging tightly to her shapely, delicate body in the wind.

"Lei Ao, you killed my husband and seized my Sect. Today, you will pay with your life!"

The Sword Intent that Liu Ruyan erupted with at this moment faintly carried a trace of Lin Chen's domineering attribute. Sword light flashed like a Dragon. Under Lei Ao's terrified gaze, and with the so-called "Heartless Sword Dao" completely suppressed by Lin Chen's Divine Soul pressure, Liu Ruyan's figure crossed paths with his.

"Ah!!!"

A shrill scream sounded, and Lei Ao's right arm shot into the sky, blood spraying all over the Sword Washing Pool.

The Sect Master, who was once high and mighty, now fell below the altar like a dead dog. His cultivation was visibly draining away, secretly harvested by Lin Chen's [Yin and Yang Grand Thief] mode.

"The Sect Master... has lost?"

"No, from now on, the Azure Thunder Sword Sect has changed masters!"

Lin Chen slowly walked to the top of the main hall, looking down at the thousands of intimidated Disciples and the Elders who were already terrified. He leveled the Divine Sword in his hand, and golden Luck began to gather in the sky.

[Ding! Congratulations, host! You have unified the Eastern Profound Domain!] [Acquired: Luck Golden Dragon!] [New feature unlocked: Plane Teleportation Gate!]

As the System notification sounded, a massive, brilliant golden Dragon phantom slowly emerged behind Lin Chen—the supreme symbol of dominion over a domain.

That domineering aura caused Liu Ruyan, Su Mei, and even the newly submitted Bai Ling below to feel a desire stemming from the depths of their Souls.

Night fell upon the Azure Thunder Great Hall.

To celebrate the "change of master" and to reward the women who had contributed greatly to his revenge, Lin Chen began his exclusive "victory banquet" in the main seat.

Because Bai Ling was a Sword Spirit, after receiving the infusion of Lin Chen's Yang Qi, her body became more solid than ever before. She knelt before Lin Chen's knees, her ethereal large eyes now filled with confused mist, and her silver hair spread across Lin Chen's legs.

"Master... here... it's so hot..." Bai Ling pointed to the position of her heart, where her Sword Core resided. She proactively undid her silver armor, revealing a maiden's body that was slender yet incredibly taut. Every inch of her skin exuded a faint metallic cold fragrance and a virgin's scent.

Meanwhile, Liu Ruyan completely abandoned the burden of being the so-called "Mistress." She wore a sword outfit that had been half-torn, her voluptuous buttocks half-straddling Lin Chen's armrest, and her long jade legs wrapped around his waist.

"Ruyan is willing to pave the way... for Master." She gasped, letting out the most depraved yet most sacred chant amid the domineering conquest.