Chapter 192 The Magic Sword

Jiang Chen did not reveal his identity. It was not out of fear, nor was he trying to play the pig to eat the tiger; it was simply that Jiang Chen had not yet truly integrated into this identity of an Ancestral Master of Shangqing, and he did not want to be too ostentatious.

Of course, he was also afraid of being slapped in the face. After all, the Huaguo was vast and resource-rich; if there could be a thousand-year-old great demon like the Mountain Lord, it was possible that other Schools also had some ancient relics who had survived.

Therefore, while he needed to show that the Maoshan Sect was no longer what it used to be, he also had to maintain a bit of mystery.

To put it bluntly, it was still because his strength was weak. Huaguo was different from barbaric lands like the Island Country.

If he had the cultivation of his own Revered Master, why would he need to maintain any mystery? He would just sweep across everything.

"If I were to act as the Sect Head, who would dare disobey?!"

After the matters were settled, Ye Yunyang asked with some anticipation: "Ancestral Master, I wonder how many other Ancestral Masters like you have survived from a thousand years ago?"

This question was somewhat lacking in social awareness.

Jiang Chen pondered for a moment and shook his head: "You will know in the future."

Ye Yunyang's heart stirred. The Ancestral Master did not give a direct answer; could there be some hidden mystery in this?

Could it be that there was some layout by a great figure involved in this?

Ye Yunyang reined in his wandering thoughts. The Ancestral Master was already a great figure; what he said must have its own reasoning, so it was better not to guess blindly.

"Ancestral Master, since you have returned to Maoshan, will you be living on Maoshan permanently in the future, or..."

"I still have some matters to attend to. You manage Maoshan very well; my presence would only make you feel restricted. I will not stay here for long."

Ye Yunyang was immediately filled with trepidation and quickly said: "Ancestral Master, Disciple did not mean that, Disciple..."

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Jiang Chen raising his hand.

"Alright, I know what you mean. Let it be. Where is the Maoshan Dharma Sword?" Jiang Chen asked.

"The Maoshan Dharma Sword?" Ye Yunyang was taken aback, thinking that he was being tested on whether he had the sincerity to make offerings. He immediately said: "Please rest assured, Ancestral Master. The Dharma Sword is offered incense day and night before the statue of the Three Pure Ones Ancestral Master, and the incense has never been interrupted for a single day."

"Yes, Ancestral Master, we dare not show the slightest disrespect to the Dharma Sword and offer incense day and night," Wu Guangrong also followed up.

Ye Shouzhen also wanted to get close to the Ancestral Master like Wu Guangrong, but every time he thought about how he had met the Ancestral Master twice and received two beatings, he simply had no face to speak up.

Jiang Chen was stunned when he heard that the Maoshan Dharma Sword was being kept in the Ancestral Master's Hall.

He asked: "Could it be that you have always kept the Dharma Sword enshrined within the Dharma Hall?"

"Yes, yes!" Ye Shouzhen finally found an opportunity to speak to the Ancestral Master again and brag about his contributions without appearing shameful.

"The Dharma Sword is the symbol of Maoshan. We dare not show the slightest disrespect to the Dharma Sword, and we offer incense day and night, never daring to slack off!"

After Ye Shouzhen finished speaking, he kept a straight face and said nothing more, but he couldn't help but glance at Jiang Chen from the corner of his eye, hoping to see a look of satisfaction on the Ancestral Master's face.

Yet, to his surprise, after waiting for a long time, Jiang Chen's face remained plain, revealing no expression at all.

At this moment, even the other Daoists could see that something was wrong, let alone Ye Shouzhen.

Ye Shouzhen could only inwardly cry out: "Oh, misery." He didn't know where he had kicked the horse's hoof of this living Ancestral Master.

"The Dharma Sword is not a ceremonial object; it is a vital treasure of Maoshan and a Magical Artifact that protects the safety of Maoshan. You have enshrined the Dharma Sword within the Dharma Hall; if Maoshan were at a moment of life and death, would you not intend to take it down to defend against the enemy?"

"This..."

These words left the group of Daoists speechless, and Ye Shouzhen wished he could bury his head in the gap between his toes.

"I came here today intending to borrow the Dharma Sword. After I am done using it, it will naturally return to Maoshan."

Ye Yunyang breathed a sigh of relief and skipped the previous topic, saying: "Since the Ancestral Master has returned, the Maoshan Dharma Sword should naturally be wielded by the Ancestral Master. Why use the word 'borrow'? Moreover, even if it were left at Maoshan, we would have no use for it."

Jiang Chen shook his head and said: "Since the time of my Revered Master, the Maoshan Dharma Sword has been wielded by the successive Sect Heads of Maoshan. This rule cannot be broken."

Ye Yunyang could not win the argument and had to agree.

"Very well, Ancestral Master. The Dharma Sword is currently being enshrined within the Three Pure Ones Dharma Hall. Let me go and retrieve it for you."

"No need, I will go myself."

After speaking, Jiang Chen turned and walked towards the Three Pure Ones Dharma Hall. Seeing this, Ye Yunyang hurriedly led the way in front, with the other Daoists following behind.

Soon, the group arrived outside the Three Pure Ones Dharma Hall. Along the way, many Disciples saw the elders of the sect and the Sect Head in such a large formation and were a bit at a loss.

And when they saw Jiang Chen being surrounded by the group of Daoists, they were even more bewildered.

Who is this? He looks so young, yet he can make the elders of the sect and the Sect Head appear so respectful towards him?

Walking to the Dharma Hall, the drowsy Disciple at the entrance was awakened by the commotion. When he looked up and saw a sea of dignified faces before him, he was immediately scared and at a loss.

"Ma-Ma-Ma-Master, Junior Martial Uncle, Immortal Master Sect Head, Disciple was just Cultivating the Dream Breath Technique and got lost in it for a moment, that is why... that is why..."

"That's enough, what are you standing there for? Open the hall door quickly!" The Disciple's Master had a helpless and embarrassed expression on his face.

If it hadn't been for his own Disciple shouting it out in front of everyone, he would have really liked to say: "Don't talk nonsense, who is your Master?"

"Yes! Right away!" The Disciple excitedly opened the hall door, and then the group of Daoists filed in.

The Dharma Sword was not enshrined in the main hall; the main hall contained the spirit tablets of the Three Pure Ones and the various ancestors of Maoshan. The Dharma Sword was enshrined in a side hall.

Before Ye Yunyang could lead the way, Jiang Chen already had a feeling and raised his hand to summon it.

The group of Daoists suddenly felt a chill all over their bodies; their skin and even their internal organs felt a sensation of being pricked by a sharp edge.

This sensation came without reason, yet it was impossible to suppress.

Swish!

The next moment, they saw a crimson light illuminate the entire hall. A crimson streak tore through the air, flying out from the side hall and heading straight towards them.

In that instant, everyone could feel an indescribable aura of death rushing towards them, as if they would be decapitated in the next second.

This made them subconsciously want to defend, but a moment later, this aura of death disappeared without a trace, as if it had just been an illusion.

At the same time, this crimson streak landed in Jiang Chen's hand.

"Old friend, long time no see." Jiang Chen smiled slightly. For him, he had been holding this Maoshan Dharma Sword just over a dozen days ago, but for the Dharma Sword, it had probably been a thousand years.

The Dharma Sword already had a spirit and kept vibrating and humming in Jiang Chen's hand, like a child acting spoiled and aggrieved.

This left Ye Yunyang and the others behind him dumbfounded. In the past, this Dharma Sword was pitch black all over, and apart from being a bit hard, it looked no different from an ordinary sword.

It had no reaction to them at all. If it weren't for the reputation of the Maoshan Dharma Sword, anyone who saw it would have subconsciously ignored it.

But today, when Ancestral Master Jiang Chen arrived, this Maoshan Dharma Sword finally revealed the sharpness it should have, which it had never shown before in front of people!

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(Good night)