My Cultivation Prowess Peaks after I Buried the Great Emperor's Corpse - Chapter 212
212 Entrusted by Someone to Send a Gift!
Shangqing Sword Palace was located in the Qingcang Territory.
Their sect had been around for more than 9,000 years and was one of the top forces in the entire Qingcang Territory or even the Green Heaven Region. Their foundation and strength were incomparably strong.
At this moment, in the ancient and majestic Shangqing Hall, Leader Ji Beiming had gathered the grand elders of the Shangqing Sword Palace to discuss important matters of the sect. The atmosphere was solemn.
As the leader of the Shangqing Sword Palace, Ji Beiming had already reached the Divine Strength realm. Many of the grand elders present were also above the Divine Strength realm.
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They represented most of the Shangqing Sword Palace’s strength and foundation.
As they discussed important matters, everyone’s faces were filled with seriousness as they expressed their opinions.
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However, just as everyone was discussing fervently, a Heavenly Nirvana realm disciple suddenly rushed into the Shangqing Hall.
“Leader, something bad has happened! The soul lamps of the Wind-Lightning Swordsman Lü Qinghou and the Eighth Elder Fu Tianshan have suddenly extinguished!” The disciple reported in panic.
What was that? Lü Qinghou and Fu Tianshan were dead?
Whoosh!
Upon hearing this news, the grand elders and Leader Ji Beiming’s expressions changed drastically.
All of them were so shocked that they stood up from their seats.
The soul lamp was a very magical thing.
According to the Shangqing Sword Palace’s tradition, any disciple who entered the sect would fuse a wisp of their soul into the soul lamp at the beginning of entering the Shangqing Sword Palace.
This way, if there was an accident, they would be able to know at the first moment.
The extinguishing of the soul lamp meant that this person had completely died.
Thinking of this, Ji Beiming’s face darkened and he frowned.
“Leader, didn’t you bestow two of the Shangqing Sword Palace’s supreme treasures to Lü Qinghou before he left? How long has it been, and they’re already dead? Is that Lin Wudao from the City of Sin really that powerful?” A grand elder frowned and said.
Ji Beiming shook his head.
“When Lü Qinghou left, not only did I bestow him the Imperial Dao ancient spiritual weapon, the Great Desolate Heaven Imprisoning Tower, but I also gave him a terrifying Curse of Life. With these two things in hand, it’s enough to kill any cultivator in the Divine Mansion realm! Especially since the Curse of Life is a terrifying existence that even those in the Divine Strength realm can’t resist. Once one is hit by the curse, one’s lifespan will deplete like flowing water. I thought that Lü Qinghou would be able to kill Lin Wudao effortlessly in the City of Sin. Who knew…”
As he spoke, Ji Beiming’s frown deepened and his expression gradually turned ugly.
“Perhaps we have underestimated Lin Wudao. Since he dared to kill a successive disciple of the Shangqing Sword Palace in public, he must have something to rely on. Before we figure out his true strength, we really shouldn’t have acted rashly. Now, Lü Qinghou and Fu Tianshan, two powerhouses in the Divine Mansion realm, have died. This is a great loss for the Shangqing Sword Palace. Moreover, we even alerted the enemy. Currently, it is likely that Lin Wudao has already prepared himself. It will be even more difficult to kill him,” Another grand elder sighed.
He seemed to be dissatisfied with Ji Beiming’s choice.
After all, back then, it was Ji Beiming who sent Lü Qinghou and Fu Tianshan to kill Lin Wudao.
But now, both of them have been annihilated.
This was not a good thing for the Shangqing Sword Palace. Whether it was their prestige or strength, both were damaged.
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“To be honest, it was a good idea to let Lü Qinghou and Fu Tianshan go and test the waters. Their deaths aren’t completely meaningless. At least, we’ve learned more about Lin Wudao’s strength. Lin Wudao was able to kill Lü Qinghou and Fu Tianshan despite them possessing the Great Desolate Heaven Imprisoning Tower and the Curse of Life. This shows that his strength has definitely reached the Divine Strength realm. He may have even possibly reached the Divine Vein realm,” At this moment, a younger black-robed grand elder in the crowd spoke.
Hearing this, many people were silent, and some sneered.
Obviously, his words did not receive the approval of everyone.
“Leader, how do you plan to deal with this matter? Should we send more powerful people to suppress Lin Wudao in the City of Sin? If my guess is correct, Lin Wudao has the strength of the Divine Vein realm and above. I’m afraid that in the entire Shangqing Sword Palace, we can only ask the old ancestor to head over. Leader, don’t tell me you want the old ancestor to go to the City of Sin, right?” The grand elder from before mocked.
In response, Ji Beiming snorted coldly.
“Let’s put this matter aside for now. I will make a decision after I report to the old ancestor,” He said in a deep voice.
After saying that, Ji Beiming simply ignored everyone’s reaction and disappeared from the Shangqing Hall in a flash.
The Shangqing Sword Palace had existed for more than 9,000 years.
In such a large faction, there was bound to be infighting and all kinds of conspiracies. Although these old things were the grand elders and the pillars of the Sword Palace, they still could not avoid fighting for power.
As for Ji Beiming, the leader…
To be honest, many people were quite dissatisfied with him.
This was because back then, he did not rely on his own ability and strength to ascend to the position of leader. Rather, it was because he had received the favor of the old ancestor Lu Daoting that he became the leader.
In contrast, many talented disciples in the Sword Palace were not selected.
Only Ji Beiming relied on the strong recommendation of the old ancestor, Lu Daoting, to make an exception and become the leader.
As a result, many people were not convinced regarding this.
Therefore, for a long time, the relationship between Ji Beiming and the grand elders was not as harmonious as the outside world imagined. It was not uncommon for them to fight both openly and secretly.
If not for the fact that their old ancestor, Lu Daoting, was still around, they would have rebelled long ago.
Now, the deaths of Lü Qinghou and Fu Tianshan finally gave them an opportunity. Therefore, many people started to oppose him.
Ji Beiming, who knew that the masses were not convinced of his abilities, naturally would not argue with them about this.
In the Shangqing Sword Palace, his biggest backer was Lu Daoting. After this incident, he could only look for the latter to make a decision.
After all, the death of two Divine Mansion realm experts was not a small matter.
However, Lu Daoting was currently in seclusion to break through to a higher realm and would not see anyone.
This was exactly what Ji Beiming wanted as he could take the opportunity to delay this matter.
He believed that even Lu Daoting would support his actions.
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However, although Ji Beiming’s idea was good, the reality was cruel.
Whoosh!
Two days later, a spiritual boat descended upon the Shangqing Sword Palace as a dazzling stream of light streaked past.
On it stood a cold young man. It was Lin Wudao.
Revenge could not wait. The Shangqing Sword Palace had killed 100,000 of his people. This grudge could not be settled just like that.
“This is indeed a treasure land.”
He stood tall in the void.
Lin Wudao looked around and sized the place up, his eyes revealing a hint of admiration.
The Shangqing Sword Palace’s land was one of the most treasured places in the entire Green Heaven Region. There was a high-grade spiritual vein hidden underground. If one cultivated here, one would definitely be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort.
“Different grounds nurture different people. Indeed, there’s some truth to this saying. No wonder those large factions chose to establish their sects in the treasured lands. Only when the land is good can one be outstanding.”
He nodded to himself.
Whoosh!
Just as he looked up, two figures suddenly appeared in front of him.
Lin Wudao recognized one of them.
It was his spy in the Shangqing Sword Palace, Ziyang Sect’s leader, Murong Shan. So he was guarding the Shangqing Sword Palace?
Lin Wudao frowned.
At the same time, Murong Shan was stunned when he saw Lin Wudao’s familiar figure. He did not expect the latter to appear in the Shangqing Sword Palace.
“City…”
“Who are you? Why did you barge into the Shangqing Sword Palace?”
Just as Murong Shan was about to open his mouth to greet Lin Wudao, the disciple next to him suddenly questioned the latter first.
In response, Lin Wudao smiled faintly.
“I was entrusted by someone to send the Shangqing Sword Palace a gift.”
A gift?
Hearing this, the disciple was obviously stunned.
He had been guarding the sect’s gates for many years, but he had never met such a strange person.
However, since the other party was here to send gifts, he did not dare to offend him.
“May I know who entrusted you to send a gift to the Shangqing Sword Palace?” He asked carefully.
“Lü Qinghou and Fu Tianshan, of course. They asked me to give everyone in the Shangqing Sword Palace a great gift.”
A great gift?
The gatekeeping disciple was shocked.
However, when Murong Shan heard this, he was so scared that his entire body was trembling.
According to his knowledge, Lin Wudao would not be so kind.
As expected, just as he finished speaking, the gatekeeping disciple’s curiosity was also aroused.
“May I know what kind of gift you are giving us? It can actually benefit the entire Shangqing Sword Palace?”
“Naturally, it is to send you to your deaths,” Lin Wudao said with a smile.
What? Send them to their deaths?
Boom!
Before the gatekeeping disciple could react, Lin Wudao waved his hand and took out the Great Desolate Heaven Imprisoning Tower that had been strengthened tenfold.
In an instant, tens of thousands of black lights descended, covering a radius of 10,000 feet and enveloping the Shangqing Sword Palace.
