Divine Sword Sect!

“No! Don’t kill me!”

“Liu Qingshan, I was wrong! I’m the bastard!”

“It was all the Nine Nether Divine Son! We were just following orders! Please let me go!”

Outside Sword God City, cries of agony echoed.

Liu Qingshan’s eyes were bloodshot, a long saber clutched in his hand, as he systematically dealt with the Nine Nether Holy Land Disciples kneeling on the ground.

Time flowed by with each breath, and the green grass beneath his feet was thoroughly soaked in crimson, the air thick with the smell of blood.

“Not bad, not bad!”

“Breakthrough and then establish?”

“Only after experiencing pain can one be ruthless with themselves, focused solely on Cultivating like mad!”

Xu Ying watched Liu Qingshan, his gaze sweeping over the blood on the other party’s face, and nodded in satisfaction.

During this recent trial, he had been secretly observing Liu Qingshan’s Heart-Nature.

If this person had not dared to act, even with future Luck, he would not have needed him.

But Xu Ying was satisfied with the outcome of Liu Qingshan’s final actions.

Whether it was the True Disciples of the Divine Sword Sect or the Disciples of the Nine Nether Holy Land.

Liu Qingshan had fulfilled his wish, meticulously slicing and dicing them with the sharp blade in his hand.

“After dealing with these people, I should also resolve the minor hidden danger and save Liu Qingshan’s biological father.”

“I just don’t know if that Sword Dao Stele is still in the Divine Sword Sect.”

“Good deeds to the end...”

Xu Ying’s mind had already formed the next plan of action.

He definitely had to take that Sword Dao Stele, and the person naturally had to be saved.

Only then would this half-demon descendant truly be loyal to him in the future.

“Thank you, Saint, for giving me this opportunity!”

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

“From now on, Qingshan will work like an ox or a horse for the Saint!”

After resolving everything, Liu Qingshan suddenly walked sincerely to Xu Ying and knelt down decisively, kowtowing three times loudly.

The grass was worn bald by his forehead.

But even so, Xu Ying saw an incredibly determined look in Liu Qingshan’s eyes.

“It’s fine. I don’t need you to be an ox, nor do I need you to be a horse.”

“Just follow me and Cultivate well from now on.”

“There will be a time when I need you.”

Xu Ying, holding a folding fan, smiled slightly and replied.

Hearing this, a warm current flowed through Liu Qingshan’s heart, and his eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.

As a half-demon descendant, when had he ever encountered anyone in the Central Region, other than his father, who cared for him so much?

“If anyone tries to harm the Saint, they must step over my corpse!” Liu Qingshan secretly swore in his heart, a burning desire for Cultivation igniting in his eyes.

But he also didn’t forget his father.

Divine Sword Sect!

“In that case, gather the Storage Pouches and Storage Rings of those people, then come with me!”

“Next, we’re going to the Divine Sword Sect...”

Xu Ying beckoned, and spiritual power instantly surged in the surrounding Void Realm.

It carried him and Liu Qingshan into the air.

With a single step, the two returned to the Star Shuttle.

“Saint...”

Liu Qingshan’s pupils constricted. Before he could react, he was already on the Star Shuttle.

But Xu Ying’s words from a second ago echoed in his mind.

Go to the Divine Sword Sect!!!

“Alright, let’s go!”

Xu Ying said no more, simply sitting on the deck, resting with his eyes closed.

Chi Qingning and Sun Xingzhe also relaxed when they saw Xu Ying return safely.

After nodding slightly to Liu Qingshan, they also continued to Cultivate.

“Saint...”

Liu Qingshan clasped his hands together, becoming reserved.

He was still thinking about going to the Divine Sword Sect.

He knew that the Big Dipper Holy Son going to the Divine Sword Sect was most likely for his sake.

For a moment, an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

Liu Qingshan clenched his fists. To be so valued by others in this life, it was worth it.

Regardless of whether his father could be brought out of the Divine Sword Sect, he would live for the Big Dipper Holy Son Xu Ying from now on...

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...

Central Region, Divine Sword Sect.

This was a paradise for Sword Dao Cultivators, and a significant power within the Central Region.

It had Martial Artists in the Saint Realm and maintained friendly relations with many Holy Lands in the Five Regions.

Among them, the Nine Nether Holy Land was the most prominent.

Peaks, sharp as unsheathed divine swords, stood within the Divine Sword Sect’s territory.

Within one of the main peaks, the Divine Sword Sect Sect Master was enthusiastically entertaining a young man.

“Divine Child, with Sword God True Disciples going along, this trip is guaranteed to be foolproof.”

“We guarantee to complete your mission.”

“Let us just await good news.”

The Divine Sword Sect Sect Master chuckled, constantly conversing with the Nine Nether Divine Son, hoping to build a good relationship.

As for the True Disciples who went out to execute the mission, he was not worried.

Within the Central Region, their Divine Sword Sect Disciples were the strongest Cultivators besides the Holy Lands and Imperial Clans.

“Hmm.”

Jun Moxie responded in a low voice, his desire for conversation very low.

With his eyes slightly closed, he was constantly absorbing spiritual power within his inner world, transforming it into his own Nine Nether Qi.

At the same time, he was also Cultivating the Divine Ability secret technique transmitted from the other shore flower on his neck.

“This is bad, this is bad.”

“Sect Master!”

“Something urgent has happened!”

Just then, a panicked voice accompanied by hurried footsteps came.

The Divine Sword Sect Sect Master frowned, and the Nine Nether Divine Son’s thoughts were also interrupted.

Both looked over in unison.

“Panicking like this, what a disgrace!”

“Speak quickly if there’s something important!”

“What could be more important than the Divine Child’s matters?!”

The Divine Sword Sect Sect Master angrily rebuked, a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

These people truly didn’t know how to weigh things.

He was currently trying to curry favor with the Nine Nether Divine Son. If he could get this Nine Nether Divine Son to speak up, the Divine Sword Sect’s future would be even better...

“Sect Master...”

The Elder who came to report looked at the Divine Sword Sect Sect Master with some resentment, panting:

“Just now, from the ancestral hall in the sect, I saw that True Disciple Cao Yang’s life token has shattered!”

“This person was the one doing things for the Divine Child...”

As soon as the Elder’s words fell, the breathing in the main hall instantly hitched.

Both the Divine Sword Sect Sect Master and Jun Moxie looked over, staring at the Elder.

One showed a look of surprise, while the other had a half-smile.

“How is that possible?!”

“Who, who did it?!”

“Cao Yang has a Dao Palace Realm Cultivation, and he even had several Nine Nether Holy Land True Disciples following him. How could something have happened?!”

The Divine Sword Sect Sect Master asked, somewhat disbelieving.

Cao Yang, a True Disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, had mastered the Divine Sword Sect’s Divine Ability secret techniques.

Moreover, as a True Disciple, he had already Broken Through to Dao Palace, and with so many Nine Nether Disciples assisting him, how could he have failed?

“As someone with overwhelming Luck, it’s reasonable, I suppose.”

“But the person I’m targeting cannot escape.”

“These people are truly useless.”

Jun Moxie’s eyes flashed with arrogance, and he secretly cursed those Disciples a few times in his heart.

These people died outside, letting that half-demon descendant with overwhelming Luck escape.

If he had to go look for him, it would take some time. They were truly a bunch of useless people.

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