The System Arrives: Leading My Clan to Become the Strongest

131: Zhang MotuJiang Beiyuan suppressed the shock in his heart and said thoughtfully:

”I understand your intention to join my Jiang Family. Although the Jiang Family is developing rapidly, there are rules. Important personnel decisions in the clan can only be made by the Clan Chief. Currently, the Clan Chief is in seclusion to break through his Realm and cannot leave the Immortal Cave for even a step, so I dare not make a decision on my own.”

He paused, looked at the earnestness in Huangfu Shenghua’s eyes, and continued:

”How about this? Follow me to stay in the Jiang Family for now. Once the Clan Chief finishes his seclusion, I will report this matter immediately and let the Clan Chief decide. What do you think?”

Huangfu Shenghua knew this was the most secure arrangement by the Jiang Family and bowed.

”I will follow the Fifth Elder’s arrangements. Shenghua will wait for the Clan Chief’s instructions.”

Jiang Beiyuan nodded and led him toward the Jiang Family.

The guest courtyard was elegant and quiet, fully equipped with everything needed. After Jiang Beiyuan settled him in, he immediately turned and left.

There were too many things to do in the Jiang Family now; he couldn’t put matters aside just because of Huangfu Shenghua’s arrival.

The Jiang Family was still orderly recruiting peripheral members. On the other side...

In the Deep part of the Great Wilderness, within a valley filled with jagged rocks.

Swish, swish, swish!

Sounds of breaking through the air rang out, and before long, a group of black-robed people gathered in the valley.

”This is the place.”

Mo Tu’s voice was as hoarse as a broken gong as he walked toward the large crater. His fingers under the black robe trembled slightly, both from fury and a hint of surprise.

”Hanye was in the Spirit Transformation Realm, yet someone could force him into such a state that even his Primordial Spirit couldn’t escape back to the Sect. This place is near the Yuan Kingdom; does the Yuan Kingdom have such powerful Cultivators?”

Mo Tu muttered to himself, unable to understand how a remote place like the Yuan Kingdom could produce someone capable of killing Bai Hanze.

These people were unexpectedly the Elders and Law Enforcement Hall Disciples of the Bone-Corroding Netherworld Sect.

Under his leadership, following the shrill cry of the tracking Talisman, they finally arrived at this devastated valley.

The Talisman in Mo Tu’s palm trembled violently, its ghostly green light surging several times over. The shrill cry made the eardrums of the surrounding black-robed Disciples ache. Mo Tu’s withered fingers gripped the Talisman tightly as his sinister gaze swept across the valley. The pressure of his Spirit Transformation Realm cultivation burst forth, taking in the entire mess on the ground.

A bottomless crater lay across the center of the valley, with smooth marks from Sword Qi cuts still visible on the walls. The surrounding boulders had all been turned to powder. On the withered yellow grass, spots of ghostly green blood had long since dried, yet they still emitted a faint ghostly aura—left by Bai Hanye’s Natal Essence Blood.

”Spread out and look for any other clues nearby.”

As Mo Tu’s voice fell, more than a dozen black-robed Elders followed behind him, and a group of law enforcement Disciples scattered, surrounding the entire valley so tightly that not even a drop of water could leak through.

Some leaned down to examine the marks on the ground, while others swept their Divine Sense across the bottom of the crater, but all showed grave expressions—besides Bai Hanye’s ghostly aura, there was also an extremely pure Sword Intent in the valley.

Sharp, annihilating, and mixed with a trace of Sword Intent that restrained evil. Although this Sword Intent had faded, it was like a maggot on a bone, firmly suppressing the residual ghostly aura and causing the cold spiritual energy around them to stir restlessly.

”Grand Elder, I found this!”

A law enforcement Disciple exclaimed at the edge of the crater, holding a piece of torn white fabric in his hands. The fabric was stained with ghostly green blood and had a clear sword mark. The fabric at the sword mark had long been eroded by the Sword Intent, turning into charred black powder.

Mo Tu took the fabric, his fingertips brushing over the sword mark. A bone-chilling cold spread from his fingertips through his entire body. He could clearly feel that although the residual Sword Intent on the fabric was faint, it carried a decisive power—an annihilating force capable of directly strangling a Primordial Spirit.

”It’s the Annihilation Sword Intent. How can it be so powerful? This is definitely not the method of an ordinary person.”

A white-haired Elder said in a deep voice. His cultivation had reached the Middle Stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and he was broad-minded, yet he had never seen such a peculiar Sword Intent.

”To be able to suppress ghostly aura with Sword Intent and even kill someone in the Spirit Transformation Realm, this person’s sword cultivation is likely unfathomable.”

Mo Tu snorted coldly, and the ghostly aura around him surged, turning into countless black tentacles that spread throughout the valley. This was the unique secret technique of the Bone-Corroding Netherworld Sect—Soul Searching and Tracing Technique.

It could use residual aura to retrace scenes that occurred within a short period. Even if a high-cultivation expert deliberately erased the traces, it could still uncover some clues.

The black tentacles burrowed into the soil, brushed over the rubble, and wrapped around the residual marks of the Sword Intent. Mo Tu’s eyes were tightly closed, and he muttered incantations. Old Devil You Xue’s angry scolding in the main hall still rang in his ears; if he couldn’t find the murderer’s traces, he would have no choice but to atone with his life.

A moment later, Mo Tu suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of crimson in them. A mouthful of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, clearly suffering a backlash from the Sword Intent while tracing.

”What strong Sword Intent! It could actually cause a backlash to my Soul-Searching Art!”

Mo Tu wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth, the killing intent in his eyes surging.

”However, I still saw it.”

He waved his hand, and the ghostly aura around him condensed into a black light screen. On the screen, two fighting figures faintly appeared—one in white with a dense ghostly aura, and one holding a long sword with dark black Sword Qi crisscrossing, colliding violently with a pitch-black ghostly claw. Finally, that figure unleashed a giant sword shadow dozens of feet long, with stars rotating on the shadow, which shattered Bai Hanye’s Netherworld Soul-Devouring Spear and his body in one strike.

However, the face of the figure in the green robe on the light screen was blurry. Only the long sword, with its dark black blade and that bone-deep Annihilation Sword Intent, became the clearest markers.

”I can’t see his face, but I can feel his cultivation...”

Mo Tu stared fixedly at the green-robed figure on the light screen, his tone carrying a hint of disbelief.

”The Nascent Soul Stage! This person is actually only at the Nascent Soul Stage!”

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding Elders and Disciples all showed shock. A Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator killing someone in the Spirit Transformation Realm was simply unheard of!

If Mo Tu hadn’t seen it with his own eyes through the Soul Searching and Tracing Technique, they would have found it impossible to believe.

”So what if he’s at the Nascent Soul Stage? Daring to kill a True Disciple of our Netherworld Sect is to make an enemy of the entire Netherworld Sect!”

A black-robed Elder shouted angrily, his ghostly aura surging.

”This person possesses the Annihilation Sword Intent and carries a dark black long sword. Almost no one uses a dark black long sword. As long as we follow these clues, we will definitely be able to drag him out!”

Mo Tu nodded, his gaze sweeping over the gradually dissipating Sword Intent in the valley, a trace of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

”Although this person is strong, he is not without flaws. After killing Hanye, his spiritual energy must have been exhausted. Though the Sword Intent he left behind is strong, it has also exposed his tracks.”

He waved his hand, and a black jade pendant appeared in his palm. A hideous skull was carved on the pendant—it was the life-chasing jade of the Bone-Corroding Netherworld Sect. It could lock onto the murderer’s position through residual aura, sensing the general direction even if the opponent was thousands of miles away.

The life-chasing jade was brought close to the Sword Intent marks on the ground. The pendant instantly erupted with ghostly green light, and a black beam of light shot out from it, racing toward the direction of Qingyun Peak, leaving a faint black line in the sky that did not dissipate for a long time.

”Found him!”

A flash of wild joy appeared in Mo Tu’s eyes, along with intense killing intent.

”He’s in that direction!”