Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion, Ye Family Residence.

Clouds and mist curled around the surroundings, and the halls shone brightly. The Ye Family now stood as the foremost clan in the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion, not only due to a True Lord among them, but even more because of Daoist Dangmo.

After all, with most True Lords living in seclusion, those who had perfected Foundation Establishment stood at the pinnacle of strength.

And among them, Daoist Dangmo was head and shoulders above the rest. The Ye Family, borrowing his prestige, had already reaped many benefits in the Sword Pavilion over the past decade.

At that moment, a flying communication spirit scroll arrived.

Inside the great hall, a handsome young man with a regal crown on his head extended his hand to catch the scroll. Sweeping his divine sense across it, a smile soon spread across his face:

”Patriarch, the Myriad Venom Cult has been annihilated!”

The Ye Family Patriarch, Ye Shaoying, who had been meditating in the seat of honor, instantly opened his eyes. A look of satisfaction flashed within them.

”Is this true, Cheng’er?”

”Absolutely certain!”

Ye Cheng responded confidently, ”This operation was arranged personally by your nephew. This letter was delivered by a close friend of mine in the Southern Frontier. There’s no falsehood to it!”

”Good!”

Only then did Ye Shaoying nod, exclaiming with delight, ”Daoist Dangmo went to the Southern Frontier in person, and now the Myriad Venom Cult is destroyed. That Lü Yang must already be dead!”

Ye Cheng nodded with a smile. ”The Patriarch is wise. By cleverly using the Myriad Venom Cult’s spies planted within the Qi Refining ranks, we wove an inescapable net. Lü Yang was just a rogue cultivator—how could he possibly escape? Ultimately, he owed our Ye Family a karmic debt, and now that he’s dead, it was simply fate.”

”Well said, Cheng’er.”

Ye Shaoying nodded in approval. His daughter, Ye Guyue, had died mysteriously within the \[Southern Heaven Gate], and he had brooded over it for many years.

Thus, he had long harbored resentment toward Lü Yang.

The reason was simple: my daughter is dead—why are you still alive?

Was it your fault she died?

Not to mention, his original plan had been for Ye Guyue to inherit Daoist Dangmo’s legacy and learn his \[Sword Intent]. But now, that plan had failed.

And to make matters worse, Lü Yang had been taken in as Daoist Dangmo’s disciple.

If, by some chance, the two had developed feelings and Daoist Dangmo passed his \[Sword Intent] to Lü Yang, what would become of the Ye Family? This was something Ye Shaoying could not tolerate.

To him, Daoist Dangmo was a member of the Ye Family.

So Daoist Dangmo’s \[Sword Intent] should naturally belong to the Ye Family too!

How could an outsider touch it?

Therefore, both publicly and privately, he had no desire to see Lü Yang survive. And if he did, it should be as someone forever unable to establish his foundation.

”Let’s go.”

With that, Ye Shaoying rose to his feet and gave Ye Cheng a slight smile: ”Cheng’er, come with me. Let us visit Daoist Dangmo, and offer him some consolation.”

He then patted Ye Cheng on the shoulder and said earnestly, ”You are now the most outstanding youth of the Ye Family. I shall recommend you to become Daoist Dangmo’s disciple. Train diligently. With Guyue gone, the position of Patriarch remains undecided—you must strive toward it.”

”I understand!”

Ye Cheng immediately showed an excited expression. If he could obtain the Patriarch’s position, advancing to the late Foundation Establishment realm would be all but guaranteed!

Soon, two streaks of light left the Ye Family.

They quickly arrived at Jitian Cliff.

Just as they approached, Ye Shaoying composed his expression and began solemnly, ”Guangji, I know the pain of losing a beloved disciple, but you must still...”

His words stopped abruptly.

Before he could finish the phrase “accept my condolences,” he saw Lü Yang standing calmly beside Daoist Dangmo, turning toward him at the sound.

He’s not dead!?

Ye Shaoying quickly turned to look at Ye Cheng, only to find the latter equally stunned, clearly not understanding why Lü Yang was still alive.

‘Could it be that Daoist Dangmo sensed something wrong and arrived in time?’

‘Otherwise, the Myriad Venom Cult Leader Long Yue, a late Foundation Establishment True Person, should never have failed against a newly established Foundation cultivator.’

Ye Shaoying was still deep in thought.

The next second, he suddenly shivered—his \[Sword Heart] issued a warning. Instinctively looking up, his gaze met Lü Yang’s.

“Clang clang!”

In a daze, a clear and resonant sword cry echoed in Ye Shaoying’s ears. Lü Yang before him suddenly lost all human semblance and transformed into an overwhelming, blazing sword Qi too majestic to look at directly! At that moment, he seemed no weaker than a True Person!

”My apologies.”

Lü Yang smiled apologetically. ”My current state is somewhat unusual—my sword Qi is hard to restrain. I hope the two of you won’t take offense.”

Although he said this, the sword Qi around Lü Yang only grew more intense.

Damn it. Can’t handle the World Honored One, but can’t handle you?

Among everyone present, Ye Cheng’s cultivation was the weakest—only at mid Foundation Establishment. Under the pressure of Lü Yang’s sword Qi, he instantly coughed blood and staggered back a step.

‘Impossible...’

This time, Ye Shaoying’s expression truly changed. The composure and sophistication of a family head crumbled in an instant as he looked at Lü Yang in disbelief.

‘Late Foundation Establishment!? A True Person!?’

What a joke!

‘This person’s background is that profound? After merely a decade since returning from reincarnation, he’s already reached late Foundation Establishment?’

Had it been someone else, Ye Shaoying would have immediately suspected Lü Yang of being a spy from another sect. But Lü Yang’s case was different—he had lit incense at the Hall of Reception, which guaranteed a thorough cleansing of past-life memories. Even if he had once been a spy, he couldn’t be anymore.

Nonetheless, Ye Shaoying was still the Patriarch of the Ye Family.

“...No matter.”

In a flash, he composed himself and said, “I came this time to bring a family disgrace here and seek your forgiveness, Daoist friend.”

Ye Cheng: “???”

Before Ye Cheng could even react, Ye Shaoying clapped his hand, sealing Ye Cheng’s divine sense, and pushed him forward.

“This is the one who secretly colluded with the Myriad Venom Cult and betrayed the interests of our Sword Pavilion.”

“There is conclusive evidence. If you still doubt it, you may soul-search the Qi Refining disciples he contacted—those spies from the Myriad Venom Cult—to confirm it.”

Ye Shaoying’s tone was righteous and full of integrity.

Lü Yang was quite impressed.

‘Truly a rare sword-bearer...’

Why had Daoist Dangmo suddenly rushed to the Southern Frontier? Because he had discovered Ye Cheng’s covert actions. But who would’ve thought Ye Shaoying would now sacrifice the pawn to save the chariot.

Yet Ye Shaoying didn’t feel he had done anything wrong.

Compared to before, his entire perspective had changed. A True Person was on a completely different level from ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators.

If, before, he had been focused on eliminating Lü Yang...

Then now, his thinking had shifted: ‘If we could marry into his family and draw a True Person into our Ye Family, it would be a great gain...’

As this thought arose, Ye Shaoying was just about to speak—

When suddenly.

“That’s enough.”

Daoist Dangmo cut him off with a stern voice. “You haven’t embarrassed yourself enough? Go home. Take Ye Cheng with you.”

“Put him into seclusion. Let him meditate for a hundred years.”

“...Very well.”

Ye Shaoying quickly nodded, realizing this was not the time to push things further. He immediately dragged Ye Cheng away from Jitian Cliff in haste.

Daoist Dangmo sighed helplessly as he watched, then turned to Lü Yang:

“For my sake, don’t trouble them further.”

Lü Yang bowed deeply. “Disciple would not dare.”

Hearing this, Daoist Dangmo finally nodded. Then he unexpectedly removed the \[No-Kill Sword] from his waist and handed it to Lü Yang:

“Consider this my way of apologizing on their behalf.”

“You’ve now reached the point of comprehending \[Sword Intent]. Borrow this sword for your study. It may aid your current cultivation.”

“Many thanks, Master!”

Lü Yang bowed once more, not declining. He accepted the \[No-Kill Sword], instantly feeling a chilling cold and a mountain-like weight through his hands.

Truthfully, even if Daoist Dangmo hadn’t said anything, he had no time to pursue vengeance against the Ye Family for now—he would simply keep it in mind.

Because he had something far more important to do.

‘Daoist Hong Yun’s memories!’

Earlier, Heaven and Earth had meddled in secret, preventing him from delving deeper. That meant there were secrets related to Heaven and Earth hidden within—he had to find out what they were!