Free Web NovelChapter 1155: Chapter 1155: The Ancestor Arrives
"Jun Moxiao? Hehe, truly a great name!"
The square-faced elder in black clothes said gently, with a warm smile on his face. His eyes shimmered with divine light, as if countless Divine Swords were shining brightly.
"We, the old men, are from the Slaughter Sword Sect."
He said in a deep voice.
As he spoke, a hint of pride flashed in the eyes of the square-faced elder in black clothes.
"Slaughter Sword Sect?"
Jun Moxiao was taken aback, he had never heard of this sect.
"It’s quite normal that you haven’t heard of us. My Slaughter Sword Sect has been secluded in the depths of the Sea of Killings for years and almost never enters the worldly affairs..."
Seeing the puzzled expression on the young man’s face, the square-faced elder in black clothes chuckled lightly and explained.
After listening to the elder.
Jun Moxiao’s expression turned somewhat serious.
Goodness.
In the Sea of Killings, there is actually such a powerful sect.
Eight Eternal Realm strong individuals.
And all of them are high-level powerhouses.
Such strength is comparable to a top Sky-Level Sect.
Frankly speaking.
If these individuals are strong enough, they might even rival an Eternal Sect.
"Senior, could it be that the Sea of Killings is within your sect’s sphere of influence?"
Jun Moxiao pondered and said. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
"Indeed! The Sea of Killings can be considered the territory of my Slaughter Sword Sect. It is open to the outside world because we wish to find some sword dao geniuses to join our sect!"
The square-faced elder in black clothing looked at Jun Moxiao with eager eyes.
The more he looked at Jun Moxiao, the more he liked him.
This young man was not only astonishingly talented, but also very mature and composed.
Compared to his peers, he seemed more stable and reliable.
The closer he got, the more he realized the young man’s physical body was extremely powerful, with overwhelming blood energy surging like great rivers, shaking him.
"Apologies to the seniors. The junior did not know the Sea of Killings was within your sphere of influence. I have been training here for many days; truly an offense!"
Jun Moxiao clasped his fists in courtesy and smiled warmly.
"Jun Moxiao, you are an exceptional sword dao genius, with a clear sword heart and as solid as a rock. You are very suited to cultivate the sword dao of our Slaughter Sword Sect. We come with sincerity to ask if you are willing to join our sect?"
The square-faced elder in black clothes directly stated his intention.
The other seven black-clothed elders stared intently at Jun Moxiao.
Join the Slaughter Sword Sect?
Jun Moxiao gently shook his head.
He was a disciple of the Dragon God Sect, bearing the Dragon God Bloodline, how could he join another sect?
"Thank you for your kind offer, but the junior does not wish to join any sect!"
Jun Moxiao refused.
"For what reason?
Our Slaughter Sword Sect is comparable to an Eternal Sect. In terms of sword dao, there is no sect in this realm that can match our Slaughter Sword Sect."
The square-faced elder in black clothes said, surprised.
Jun Moxiao resolutely said, "Senior, I have long joined a sect and do not wish to pledge to another!"
"Which sect do you belong to?"
The skinny and tall black-clothed elder beside couldn’t help but ask loudly.
He was annoyed in his heart.
The Slaughter Sword Sect, which is comparable to an Eternal Sect, actually failed to recruit a young monk at the Heavenly Fate Realm Level Eight.
Truly exasperating.
If not for Sect Master’s high regard for Jun Moxiao, with his fiery temper, he would have already slapped the opponent to death.
"The junior hails from the Dragon God Sect."
Jun Moxiao clasped his fists again and responded calmly.
"Dragon God Sect?"
Upon hearing Jun Moxiao’s words, all eight black-clothed elders were stunned.
The water in the lake suddenly became extremely still.
Deathly quiet.
"Am I hard of hearing now, misheard perhaps? Jun Moxiao, say it again, which sect do you belong to?"
The square-faced elder in black clothes furrowed his brow and asked, shaking his head.
"The junior hails from the Dragon God Sect."
Jun Moxiao answered without arrogance or subservience.
Looking at the eight black-clothed elders opposite, he suddenly noticed that after he repeated himself, all their expressions changed drastically.
"This... How is this possible? How can you be from the Dragon God Sect?"
One black-clothed elder murmured.
"The Dragon God Sect has long been destroyed. How could it possibly still exist? It must be an opportunistic latecomer deliberately established as this sect, right?"
Another black-clothed elder guessed.
"Could be. Look how weak his cultivation base is..."
The group began to discuss fervently.
Listening to the noisy chatter, Jun Moxiao’s face turned pale, thinking: Do these people have a grudge against the Dragon God Sect?
Even if there’s a grudge, it’s not scary.
He stood tall, not afraid of these Eternal Realm cultivators.
"Jun Moxiao, your Dragon God Sect... was founded when?"
The square-faced elder in black clothes asked with a serious face.
"My Dragon God Sect has a long heritage, with at least a hundred and fifty thousand years of history."
Jun Moxiao said loudly.
A hundred and fifty thousand years?
The eight black-clothed elders exchanged glances, their expressions terrifyingly gloomy.
"Was your Dragon God Sect’s thirteenth sect master named Ye Yun?"
The square-faced elder in black clothes said, suppressing the anger in his heart.
"Correct, it seems senior knows a lot about the junior’s sect..."
Jun Moxiao said calmly.
"Boy, there’s a road to heaven you don’t walk, but you crash into hell! Hmph! A Dragon God Sect disciple stumbled upon our Slaughter Sword Sect, we must not spare him lightly!"
The tall black-clothed elder was infuriated, reaching out to grab Jun Moxiao.
However, just as his hand extended halfway, as if struck by some force, it hurt unbearably, and quickly withdrew.
"Who’s there, show yourself! What kind of hero hides like this!"
The tall elder shouted loudly.
"The Immortal Divine Silkworm took action..."
Jun Moxiao looked at the empty water around, a strange smile appeared on his face.
But the smile quickly froze on his face.
The void fluctuated, and a familiar figure in white walked out.
The ancestor is here!
Jun Moxiao suddenly saw Ye Yun, almost jumping up with excitement.
He hadn’t seen the ancestor for a year, missing him greatly.
"Ancestor, you’ve returned?"
Jun Moxiao shouted.
"I’ve returned! Just in time to see these youngsters plotting against you, I’ll settle the old scores with them now!"
Ye Yun said with a faint smile.
He then waved his hand, and Jun Moxiao disappeared from the scene.
In another direction.
The void fluctuated, and Jun Moxiao, as if ghostly, appeared on the carriage.
"The ancestor has returned!"
Looking at the group of demon beasts on the carriage, Jun Moxiao couldn’t close his mouth, excitedly said.
"The master has been back for several days, silently watching you all the time"
Ruyi Jade Spider chuckled
"I see, then I’m really embarrassed, almost disappointing the ancestor!"
Jun Moxiao scratched his head, appearing very embarrassed.
Luckily in the Sea of Killings, he performed decently. If he really got hurt, it would have been shameful for the ancestor.
Also, it would have been disgraceful for the Dragon God Sect.
...
Ye Yun turned around. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
"Aren’t you the Dragon God Sect’s thirteenth sect master, Ye Yun?"
The square-faced elder in black clothes, looking at the familiar face, said with great shock.
"Yes! It seems the Empress of Slaughter hung my likeness in your little world?"
Ye Yun chuckled softly.
"You, you haven’t died! Where have you been these hundred thousand years?"
The square-faced elder in black clothes retreated several steps, his heart in turmoil, tremblingly asked.
This Dragon God Sect’s thirteenth sect master disappeared for a hundred thousand years—now he has reappeared strangely again!
After so long, what is his cultivation base?
He couldn’t discern Ye Yun’s cultivation.
But he had a strange feeling. The opponent seemed like an ordinary person, yet gave an extremely powerful aura.
"You juniors are so rude, too many questions!"
Ye Yun impatiently waved his big sleeve.
Smack, smack, smack...
A dense sound of applause rang, eight black-clothed elders, their faces were slapped several times.
