Lin Yu’s casual killing of the Demonic Sword Master left a deep impression on the Sect Master of Fuyao Sect. She discreetly observed Lin Yu, only to find him looking back. She quickly averted her gaze, not daring to stare.
At this moment, Lin Yu had absorbed the Demonic Sword Master’s memories, gaining a more profound understanding of this world.
He glanced at the woman, his interest waning.
Lin Yu calmly said, "Let's go!"
The researchers exchanged surprised glances at Lin Yu. They couldn't help but grumble inwardly. Didn't he just kill the Demonic Sword Master to save a damsel in distress?
And now he was just leaving?
If Lin Yu knew their thoughts, he would vehemently protest his innocence. He truly had no intention of playing the hero. The only reason he killed the Demonic Sword Master was because the latter had attacked him without provocation.
Now that he had plundered the Demonic Sword Master's memories and obtained his cultivation techniques and more information about this world, there was no need to linger.
Lin Yu led everyone away, leaving the Sect Master of Fuyao Sect standing in stunned silence.
She took out a small mirror and examined herself multiple times, murmuring, "I haven't gotten ugly, have I? Why did he ignore me?"
A sense of loss washed over her. Since childhood, she had always been the center of attention, standing out like a crane among chickens, always drawing the gaze of others and being surrounded by admirers.
Yet, this man, who could effortlessly kill the Demonic Sword Master and was rumored to be at the legendary Mahayana realm, had shown her utter disdain. This left her disappointed, but also intensely curious.
Gritting her teeth, she followed. She was determined to uncover the true identity of this man.
Lin Yu, now at the Demigod realm, possessed a spiritual sense that extended for a thousand miles. He naturally sensed the woman trailing behind him, but he couldn't be bothered to pay attention. If she wanted to follow, let her.
Along the way, a young researcher asked, "Lord Lin Yu, where are we going now?"
Lin Yu had acquired a vast amount of information from the Demonic Sword Master's memories, including many cultivation techniques. He replied, "We're going to the Demonic Sword Sect to retrieve a Demonic Sword!"
"Demonic Sword?"
"Yes, I learned from the Demonic Sword Master's memories that it's a sword from beyond the heavens. If I'm not mistaken, it's at least a semi-divine artifact, possibly even a divine artifact."
Everyone was astonished, their hearts filled with anticipation.
They quickened their pace, and before long, the Demonic Sword Sect came into view from a distance.
The Demonic Sword Sect was the largest demonic sect in the Central Continent, situated atop the Demonic Sword Mountains in the central region.
As one of the most powerful forces in this world, the Demonic Sword Sect exuded an imposing aura.
From afar, the sect's headquarters resembled a multitude of demonic swords plunged into the earth and sky, a truly awe-inspiring sight.
The sect occupied a vast expanse of land, encompassing mountains for a thousand miles.
Within the sect, competition was fierce. The training grounds were constantly a scene of life-and-death battles, with hundreds of disciples perishing daily.
At this very moment, atop the sect's highest peak, a life-or-death duel was unfolding.
On the platform, a group of elders sipped tea, leisurely watching the disciples fight below.
One elder with a long beard chuckled, "Sixth Elder, who do you think will win this match?"
The Sixth Elder, who was at odds with the bearded elder, snorted, "Of course, my disciple will win!"
The bearded elder roared with laughter, taunting, "Look, he's dead!"
Indeed, in the next moment, the disciple the Sixth Elder had pinned his hopes on clutched his chest, his eyes wide in shock, and breathed his last on the martial stage.
Many were stunned by this turn of events.
"What happened? Why did he suddenly die?"
"Look at his ashen face; it seems he was poisoned."
"I know! It's the love poison from Emotive Peak. When did he get poisoned by his opponent?"
"..."
The murmurs of the crowd turned the Sixth Elder's face ashen.
He glared fiercely at the bearded elder and roared, "You... you poisoned him!"
The bearded elder stroked his beard and sneered.
"Don't spew nonsense. He died because his own body was weak, not because of anyone else. Without evidence, don't make baseless accusations!"
These words further enraged the Sixth Elder, confirming his suspicion that the man before him had poisoned his disciple.
The man who died on the martial stage was his personal disciple, the one he had pinned his hopes on to win the championship. Now, he had died inexplicably from love poison. How could he bear it?
He let out a cold laugh and flicked his finger, sending an invisible surge of energy flying.
"Ah!"
A scream suddenly rang out. Everyone looked in shock.
They saw the young man on the stage, who had just been celebrating his victory, suddenly clutch his chest and collapse, his life extinguished shortly thereafter.
The bearded elder pointed at the Sixth Elder and roared, "You... you killed my disciple! I'll report this to the Law Enforcement Elder, I'll report it to the Sect Master!"
"Hmph, do you have any proof?" the Sixth Elder retorted.
The bearded elder roared, then turned and left with a flick of his sleeve.
Watching his retreating back, the Sixth Elder snorted, "You were the one who resorted to foul play first. Go ahead and report me. I'm not afraid of you!"
As the bearded elder left, he grew more and more indignant. That brat had indeed died from love poison, but he had set his trap the day before. This Sixth Elder, however, was utterly shameless, killing his disciple on the spot and then acting as if he were in the right. He was determined to report him to the Sect Master and have him severely punished!
Before he had even left the peak, he stopped in his tracks, aghast. He looked up and saw that the sky had darkened.
Dark clouds converged, pressing down on the heavens, creating an oppressive atmosphere.
"What's going on?" the bearded elder exclaimed in alarm, his heart filled with confusion.
This was the Demonic Sword Sect. Besides the foremost righteous sect, Fuyao Sect, who dared to provoke them?
Yet, the dark clouds above were imbued with a demonic aura, giving him a sense of impending crisis, and he began to feel uneasy.
He hastily flew into the sky to investigate. Many others were doing the same, and soon, dozens of elders had gathered in the sky. They were all at the Tribulation Transcending stage, the most powerful cultivators in the Demonic Sword Sect.
Their presence all at once would surely shock any outsider who witnessed it.
At this moment, an old man flew to the front of the group.
Seeing the elder, everyone respectfully bowed, "We welcome Grand Elder!"
The Grand Elder nodded, his gaze fixed on the dark clouds with a grave expression.
These clouds gave him a peculiar feeling. Even with his strength, he couldn't discern their nature, which made him uneasy.
After all, he was the most powerful being in this world. If even he couldn't comprehend something, it was truly bizarre.
He had lived for over a thousand years, and caution was practically etched into his very being. He wouldn't risk his life unnecessarily. Therefore, he scanned the surroundings, looking for a "pioneer."
"These dark clouds are extremely strange. Who is willing to go and investigate?"
His words hung in the air, and everyone exchanged glances, but no one responded.
They were all members of a demonic sect, each more cautious than the last. This clearly dangerous task, no matter how lucrative the rewards, was something they were unwilling to undertake.
The Grand Elder frowned. He recited a incantation: "Soul Control Curse!"
Instantly, an invisible ripple of power, undetected by anyone, shot into the bearded elder's mind.
The bearded elder's eyes suddenly changed, and he stepped forward voluntarily, bowed, and said, "I will go!"
The Grand Elder chuckled, "Be careful! Go ahead!"