Checking in for 100,000 Years

Chapter 403: Chapter 403: The Tears of the Sword Sovereign

”Master, all arrangements for the Heaven Worship Ceremony have been taken care of.”

The woman in white shifted her gaze from the peachwood dolls, bowed slightly, and said respectfully.

”Hmm.”

The woman in red nodded slightly. Although she appeared to be in her early twenties, her aura was extremely restrained, showing no trace of her cultivation base. In reality, she was the awe-inspiring Sword Sovereign of the entire Daluo Region. She had earned fame through her swordsmanship. The Sword Sovereign’s Killing Sword Technique was unmatched in the Daluo Region; for tens of thousands of years, no one had dared to challenge her swordsmanship. In the hearts of all cultivators in the Daluo Region, the Sword Sovereign’s Sword Dao was unparalleled, and it was believed she would sooner or later enter the Divine Sovereign Realm.

”Master, a piece of news recently came from Yunxiao City...” the woman in white looked at the Sword Sovereign and said hesitantly.

The Sword Sovereign looked at her.

”Master, yesterday outside Yunxiao City, a white-clad sword cultivator, with a cultivation base at the fifth layer of the Divine Monarch Realm, displayed powerful swordsmanship and easily killed the Sect Master of the Hegemon Sect,” the woman in white said in hushed tones.

”Hmm, his swordsmanship is not bad.” The Sword Sovereign’s willow-leaf eyebrows arched slightly, a look of exceptional fascination in her eyes. This white-clad sword cultivator was able to kill Wang Teng of the Hegemon Sect despite being two minor cultivation levels lower, which demonstrated his supreme swordsmanship. The Sword Sovereign had always cherished such talents in swordsmanship.

”To which sect or clan does this white-clad sword cultivator belong?” the Sword Sovereign suddenly asked.

”Master, this white-clad sword cultivator does not seem to be from the Daluo Region,” the woman in white said.

”A Sword Dao genius like him, if he were to join our Jianyun Sect, could well become the next Sword Sovereign.” The Sword Sovereign smiled faintly, gazing out the window with a dreamy, yearning expression.

”Master, I understand,” the woman in white quickly nodded. If she were to meet this white-clad sword cultivator in the future, she would certainly find a way to have him join their Jianyun Sect. This would also fulfill her Master’s wish.

”Master, many people are now saying that this white-clad sword cultivator is the one who challenged you,” the woman in white, as if remembering something, suddenly added.

”It’s not him.” The Sword Sovereign shook her head. Within her picturesque features, there was an indescribable hint of anger.

The woman in white was slightly taken aback. Sensing the anger in her Master’s tone, she quickly excused herself and withdrew.

After her beloved disciple left, the Sword Sovereign turned, looked towards a certain spot, and said coldly, ”Why hide yourself? Come out.”

The void rippled.

A chaotic black silhouette appeared next to the row of wooden cabinets.

The black figure placed a peachwood doll on the wooden cabinet and suddenly burst into loud laughter. ”Sword Sovereign, oh Sword Sovereign, after all these tens of thousands of years, you still haven’t forgotten that wretched man?”

”What’s it to you?” The Sword Sovereign’s beautiful face was like ice, like an ice sculpture that hadn’t melted in ten thousand years, as she spoke coldly.

”Don’t you know how I feel about you?” the black figure said indifferently.

The Sword Sovereign shook her head, her expression cold as frost.

”Back then, if I hadn’t been so deeply infatuated with you, how could I have lost that duel to you? This position of Sect Master of the Jianyun Sect—if I hadn’t intentionally let you have it, do you think you would be sitting so securely now?” The black figure let out a derisive laugh. A layer of black fluctuations as thin as a cicada’s wings filled the surroundings of his body, making it impossible to discern his true appearance.

”If you’re not convinced, then we shall fight again at the Heaven Worship Ceremony,” the Sword Sovereign said calmly. Her beautiful eyes suddenly turned sharp, and a layer of Sword Qi surged from her body, as if countless tiny, astonishing Sword Intents were dancing and transforming within it.

”I’m looking forward to it... If you lose, the position of Sect Master of the Jianyun Sect will be mine! HAHAHA...” The black figure suddenly burst into wild laughter. The sound waves shook the entire pavilion, and in that instant, countless peachwood dolls shattered into pieces.

”You dare destroy my peachwood dolls!” The Sword Sovereign’s expression changed drastically, a surge of rage erupting from her chest.

SWISH!

A sharp sword light tore through the void before her, stabbing towards the black figure. But the black figure vanished in an instant. It seemed that by appearing in such a bizarre manner, he had already prepared an escape route.

The Sword Sovereign’s figure suddenly vanished from the pavilion. The next moment, she was high in the void, her vast Divine Sense sweeping the surroundings, but she still couldn’t find the black figure. The Sword Sovereign’s face was icy cold, and the dense Sword Qi around her body constantly made crackling sounds in the void.

”Master, what happened?” Several figures flew over quickly from all directions, gathering beside the Sword Sovereign.

”It’s nothing. Just a defeated foe. He has already fled,” the Sword Sovereign said coldly.

After saying this, she flew back into the pavilion. Gazing at the peachwood dolls that had turned to dust, the Sword Sovereign was deeply agitated, and two lines of crystalline tears streamed down from the corners of her eyes.

Brother Yun, I’ve failed you... the Sword Sovereign murmured to herself, standing rooted to the spot like a stone statue, unmoving for a long, long time.

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The Heaven Worship Ceremony of the Jianyun Sect was still a day away from starting. Various factions, large and small, from the Daluo Region had rushed to the Jianyun Sect, presenting their gifts. Some weaker sects were arranged to stay at the foot of the mountain. The stronger ones, however, were invited up the mountain, where the Jianyun Sect had arranged accommodations for them.

At this moment, about three hundred miles away from the Jianyun Sect, two figures were slowly flying over.

”Young Master, we’re almost at the Jianyun Sect,” the Nether Blood Green Wooden Dragon gazed into the distance, a look of pleasant surprise in his eyes. On a majestic mountain range, crowds of people bustled about; countless cultivators from various major factions had arrived.

”Mm,” Ye Yun nodded with a smile.

”I hear this Sword Sovereign enjoys keeping Divine Dragons. How about I offer you as a gift? You can then focus on your cultivation here,” Ye Yun said, half-jokingly.

”No, Young Master! If you’re going to offer anyone, offer that Five-Clawed Golden Dragon! I want to stay by your side and cultivate,” the Nether Blood Green Wooden Dragon said, looking flustered.

”If I can’t find your original master in the Daluo Region, I will return to the Cangnan Continent. Would you still want to cultivate in a place with such scarce Spiritual Energy?” Ye Yun looked at the Nether Blood Green Wooden Dragon and said earnestly.

”Young Master, I am willing to follow you and cultivate. This Divine Land is indeed good, but I don’t particularly like it,” the Nether Blood Green Wooden Dragon scratched his head and said with a smile.

”Alright then! I’ll offer up that little Five-Clawed Golden Dragon,” Ye Yun said with a laugh.

Exchanging jokes, the two soon arrived at the foot of the mountain where the Jianyun Sect was located. This place was already packed with people. Just the line of people offering gifts was incredibly long.

Ye Yun descended and joined the end of the queue.

”Young Master, I knew you would come.” Just then, a familiar, gentle female voice came from the side.

Ye Yun turned his head and saw it was the beautiful auction host from the Jinyu Auction House. Beside her stood a middle-aged man at the seventh level of the Divine Monarch Realm.

”The Heaven Worship Ceremony of the Jianyun Sect is such a grand event; naturally, I wouldn’t miss it,” Ye Yun said with a smile, his hands clasped behind his back.

”This queue is for ordinary factions presenting gifts, those below the Divine Monarch Realm. Why don’t we go over there? That side is specifically for receiving factions at the Divine Monarch Realm,” the beautiful woman’s eyes darted around, then she pointed in another direction and said with a charming smile.