238: Bad Commander's First Visit to the Black Stone Clan

The quiet room deep within Beyond Heaven never saw the light of day year-round; only twelve bronze lamps emitted a ghostly light, casting a long, slender shadow of Jun Xiaoyao.

His fingertips toyed with a fragment of a Black Stone Tribe totem found on Zhang Meng; the fragment was carved with twisted beast patterns and faintly exuded the scent of blood.

"Is there any news from Marshal of the Unruly?" Jun Xiaoyao did not even lift his head, his voice sounding exceptionally clear in the enclosed space.

From the shadows, Zhao Gao bowed and replied, "Reporting to Young Lord, Marshal of the Unruly has already led the Luowang Assassins to infiltrate the territory of the Black Stone Tribe, and the secret letter transmitted back says..."

"The Black Stone Tribe's sacrifice is scheduled for the night of the full moon in three days; besides miners, the offerings also include a group of women abducted from the Western Regions."

Jun Xiaoyao tossed the totem fragment onto the desk; it collided with a jade paperweight, making a crisp sound. "How many men did he take?"

"The Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends," Zhao Gao replied. "Marshal of the Unruly said it is enough to deal with one tribe."

A cold arc curled at the corner of Jun Xiaoyao's mouth. "Enough? The Black Stone Tribe has been able to establish itself in the Northern Territory for a hundred years, and it certainly isn't relying on brute force. Tell Marshal of the Unruly not to be careless; that so-called 'Blood Sacrifice Art' is likely not simple."

"Yes." Zhao Gao acknowledged and moved to retreat, but was called back by Jun Xiaoyao.

"Wait." Jun Xiaoyao looked at the summoning array in the center of the quiet room, its core glowing brighter than usual. "Use the remaining points from the last summoning of No Fate and see who we can call."

Zhao Gao followed orders and activated the summoning array. The moment the runes lit up, the temperature of the entire quiet room plummeted, and the flames of the bronze lamps turned a ghostly blue.

When the light faded, a figure dressed in white appeared in the array, holding an iron sword, the jade pendant on the sword tassel swaying gently with his movements.

[Summoning Successful]

[Character: West Gate Blows Snow]

[Origin: Gu Long's 'legend of lu xiaofeng' World]

[Realm: Peak Grandmaster Realm]

[Martial Skill/Cultivation Technique: 1. West Gate Blows Snow's Sword (Perfection) — No move is better than having a move; when the sword is drawn, it must see blood; after killing, not a single drop of blood stains the sword]

[2. Flying Immortal Technique (Major Achievement) — Figure like a banished immortal, fast as lightning, the sword momentum can break any defense in the world]

[3. Aloof Sword Intent (Perfection) — Condenses Sword Intent with absolute focus and aloofness, making the opponent cower before the battle even begins]

[Loyalty: 100%]

West Gate Blows Snow nodded slightly, his voice as cold as ice. "Young Lord."

His gaze fell upon Jun Xiaoyao without a shred of unnecessary emotion.

It was as if the person before him was not the Young Lord who controlled Beyond Heaven, but merely a target waiting for him to draw his sword—but this target was worth him drawing his sword.

Jun Xiaoyao looked at this swordsman famous for "having no sword is better than having a sword" and a flash of approval crossed his eyes. "There is a Blood Sacrifice in the Northern Territory's Black Stone Tribe; go and take a look."

West Gate Blows Snow did not hesitate in the slightest. "Kill?"

"Kill those who deserve to be killed." Jun Xiaoyao pointed his fingertip toward the north. "Marshal of the Unruly is over there; go and support him. Remember, do not let the Blood Sacrifice Art be completed; as for how to act, you decide for yourself."

West Gate Blows Snow replied with a "Good" and turned to leave. The moment his white robes vanished at the doorway of the quiet room, the chill of a sword blade seemed to linger in the air.

Zhao Gao watched in astonishment—this was a top-tier swordsman legendary for being able to fight Ye Gucheng, yet the Young Lord dispatched him to the Northern Territory just like that; it was no wonder Beyond Heaven could rise in just a few short years.

Three days later, at the altar of the Black Stone Tribe in the Northern Territory.

On the massive black stone platform, dozens of miners and women were tied up; the tribal leader, a burly man with a full beard, was holding a bone staff and chanting an ancient incantation.

Marshal of the Unruly, leading the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends, lay in ambush in the dense forest on the outskirts of the altar, watching the flickering bonfire on the platform with a heavy gaze.

"Marshal, shall we act?" the leader of the Earthly Fiends beside him asked in a low voice.

Marshal of the Unruly shook his head. "Wait until they begin the Blood Sacrifice to act; it will be just right to wipe them all out at once."

He stroked the token at his waist; the characters "Unruly" on the token gleamed coldly in the moonlight. "The rule of The Net is: either don't make a move, or if you do, you must cut off the roots."

Just at this moment, the bone staff on the altar suddenly pointed toward a woman, and the tribal warriors were about to drag her toward the Blood Pool in the center of the sacrificial platform.

Marshal of the Unruly was just about to give the order, but saw a white shadow streak past like a meteor, so fast that one could not clearly see the movement.

"Puchi."

The sound of the bone staff hitting the ground rang out; the bearded leader clutched his throat, his eyes filled with disbelief as fresh blood gushed from between his fingers.

The white shadow stopped in the center of the sacrificial platform; it was none other than West Gate Blows Snow, the iron sword in his hand unstained by a drop of blood, as if he had merely dusted off the sword.

"Disturbing my peace." West Gate Blows Snow's voice was not loud, but it clearly spread throughout the entire altar.

The tribal warriors were stunned for a moment before realizing their leader had been killed, and they roared as they charged up.

West Gate Blows Snow's figure flickered, the Flying Immortal Technique unfolding; his white robes wove through the crowd, and with every strike of his sword, someone fell, yet the sword remained immaculately clean.

Marshal of the Unruly's pupils contracted as he watched—this level of swordsmanship had reached the Transcendent Realm; perhaps only that "Little Lis Flying Dagger" summoned by the Young Lord could rival it.

"Earthly Fiends, move!" Marshal of the Unruly took the opportunity to give the order, and seventy-two black shadows rushed out like ghosts, coordinating with West Gate Blows Snow's sword momentum to quickly control the situation.

While rescuing the bound hostages, Marshal of the Unruly discovered a stone tablet by the Blood Pool, engraved with the same beast patterns as the totem fragment from Zhang Meng, with a few lines of small text beside it.

He leaned in to look, and his expression changed drastically—the Blood Sacrifice Art recorded on it actually required the heart blood of a Beyond Heaven member to complete the final ritual, and this "Beyond Heaven member" did not refer to people from the Black Stone Tribe, but rather... the "Beyond Heaven" where Jun Xiaoyao resided!

"The Young Lord was indeed right." Marshal of the Unruly gripped the stone tablet, his eyes becoming sharp. "Behind the Black Stone Tribe, there is someone targeting us."

West Gate Blows Snow walked to his side, his gaze falling on the stone tablet. "Shall we investigate?"

Marshal of the Unruly nodded. "Investigate. But first, send the hostages back to a safe zone; I'll leave this place to you." He looked toward the tribal tents surrounding the altar. "I suspect there are even deeper secrets."

West Gate Blows Snow replied, turned, and walked toward the tent area, his white robes disappearing into the night.

Marshal of the Unruly watched his retreating figure and suddenly understood why the Young Lord dared to entrust the affairs of the Northern Territory to him—this swordsman's sword could not only kill, but could also tear through all disguises and reach the truth directly.

When the first ray of sunlight shone into the Black Stone Tribe, the altar had returned to calm, with only the water in the Blood Pool still gleaming a dark red.

Marshal of the Unruly stood before the stone tablet and stowed away the transcribed text.

He knew in his heart that this trip to the Northern Territory was just the beginning. And the contest between Beyond Heaven and that enemy hidden in the shadows had only just begun.

In the quiet room, Jun Xiaoyao looked at the transcribed text sent back by Marshal of the Unruly, his fingertips repeatedly rubbing over the three characters for "heart blood".

After a long while, he said to Zhao Gao, "Call No Fate; it is time to go and meet this 'old friend'."

Zhao Gao watched the cold glint flickering in the Young Lord's eyes and knew that another storm was coming—this storm.

Perhaps it would sweep across the entire continent, dragging all the monsters and demons hidden in the shadows under the sharp blades of Beyond Heaven.