Chapter 476: Chapter 476

476: Chapter 471: The Sword Bone Does Not Break 476: Chapter 471: The Sword Bone Does Not Break Yun Rong withdrew her fingers and gently pulled up Fang Geyu’s clothing that had slipped down to her waist, draping it over her shoulders.

She pinched the bridge of her nose with a headache-like expression and said, “Yun Rong has arrived?”

After tying her belt, Fang Geyu turned her head slightly and said, “This is the Bronze Gate, is she out of her mind?

To actually chase me all the way here.”

As soon as she spoke, she realized that the phrase ‘out of her mind’ was directed at the same person.

Seeing the cold corpses of Divine Servants scattered on the ground, the atmosphere within the tribe inevitably turned somber.

At the open-air stone table, Yun Rong heartily enjoyed a bowl of steaming venison she had gotten from the elder ancestor.

Baili An, with mixed emotions, watched her devouring the venison which soon emptied the bowl; he couldn’t help but recall the time when he had handed a small deer over to her at Kongcang Mountain.

In just a few days, the deer had grown robust, and it was evidently for a reason.

He thought, if he hadn’t gone to meet the deer that day, the consequences would have been unimaginable…

The humans who had been bound by golden chains were also gradually released.

Originally, the cultivators who had surrounded Ying Xiu had subtly changed their attitude towards him.

Their fervently respectful gazes slowly gathered toward the child playing with the Snow Sword.

Though they hadn’t witnessed Yun Rong’s strength firsthand, anyone able to fight a whole night amidst a black tide of corpse demons and emerge unscathed had earned their utmost respect and admiration.

Such a powerful fourth sword actually calling such a tiny child their ancestor?

Ying Xiu was patting the dust and mud off his legs, as if trying to rid himself of the humiliation he had just suffered.

“When did Senior Sister arrive in Xianling City, I didn’t receive any news?”

If Yun Rong had arrived a moment earlier, he wouldn’t have had to suffer that ordeal.

If he had known, he could have asked to join her, whether it was to catch Ghost at the desolate house or to get the Ghost Tears Pearl, he wouldn’t have failed.

Just because he had been away from Bai Tuo Mountain for hundreds of years, did they really think he was no longer the Heir of Tianxi?

After finishing the last piece of venison, Yun Rong laid her chopsticks neatly behind the empty bowl, meticulously wiping the traces of meat juice from the corner of her lips with a soft cloth.

She glanced at the blood-stained Heir of Tianxi, waved her hand, and smiled, “Young Master is too serious.

This trip to Xianling City was merely for some personal matters; Yun Rong wouldn’t dare to trouble the Young Master.”

Ying Xiu frowned, pressing further, “What personal matters are so important that Senior Sister would risk traveling alone to such a perilous place?”

Yun Rong smiled, not continuing to answer his question.

She brushed off her sleeves and looked toward Baili An with a distant gaze yet slightly amused, “It seems I can meet you anywhere, Little…

Baili An thought to himself that she definitely intended to call him ‘little corpse demon’.

Ying Xiu’s expression grew increasingly sour.

Although his Senior Sister was known for her aloof and unapproachable nature.

If she felt lazy, she wouldn’t bother dealing even with their own Young Master, let alone the Heavenly Seal Sword Master.

Within the sect, the other siblings knew of her temperament and had long since become accustomed to it; Yun Rong ignoring Ying Xiu wasn’t a new occurrence.

He should have been used to it by now, but the outsider who had just stolen the Central Netherworld treasure from him had not only made a big show of it but even his normally aloof Senior Sister had taken the initiative to smile and chat with a stranger.

Seeing this, Ying Xiu felt incredibly bitter.

As Baili An’s gaze passed over the vermilion sword seal on her earlobe, he said rather helplessly, “Now is not the time to fight.”

“I know.” Yun Rong pointed to the Snow Sword in the hands of the little child and said, “That’s why the elder ancestor just took back my sword, didn’t they?”

The evil aura of three thousand corpse demons that night had not only failed to wash away her sharpness but instead had tempered her fighting spirit even more uncontrollably.

Had it not been for his lending of the sword, Yun Rong might not have been able to sit here casually munching on grilled meat.

Suppressing the slight discomfort in his heart, Ying Xiu, despite calling the elder ancestor quite informally, knew that Yun Rong wouldn’t joke about such matters.

Curiously, he asked, “Elder ancestor?

Aren’t Senior Sister’s parents common folks?”

The little child, flicking the sword body with his fingertips, listened with pleasure to the clear and resounding sound of the sword, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotion and satisfaction.

Then, glancing lightly at Ying Xiu, he said, “I am the founder and initial Sect Master of Tianxi Sword Sect.

I am also known as Sprite Treasure.

When you called her Senior Sister earlier, I sensed no sword weight within you—it’s clear you aren’t one of the Thirteen Swords, and judging by your qualities, you likely don’t even qualify to be an Inner Disciple of the Tianxi Sword Sect.”

Sprite Treasure frowned, as if disappointed in the lack of ambition: “Your strength is not poor, but you’re not meant for sword cultivation.”

Hearing the four words ‘Sprite Treasure’, Ying Xiu trembled uncontrollably, staring in disbelief at the adorable little figure, feeling as if his world was collapsing.

Treasure Grandmaster?

Is it really you… How is that possible?!”

Yun Rong: “It’s true, right?

If he wasn’t the Grandmaster, how could anyone else use the Snow Sword?”

Ying Xiu suddenly knelt down, overwhelmed with emotion: “Heir of the eighth-generation Sect Master of Tianxi Sword Sect, Baili Yu’s son, Ying Xiu greets Sprite Treasure Grandmaster!”

Who would have thought that the first Sect Master of the Tianxi Sword Sect was still alive!

Sprite Treasure, having had his fill playing with the Snow Sword, returned the sword.

I have seen this name on the Sword Soul Stone.

The sword stone prophesied that the Thirteen Swords would rise and shine in his hands, a rare and excellent sword embryo over the ages.

He looked at Ying Xiu without malice, but the skepticism in his tone still deeply wounded him: “Could you be the son he produced?”

Ying Xiu felt as though he had been punched in the face, his breathing grew heavy, he bowed his head, his voice hoarse, “My mother is the Imperial Empress of You Dynasty, Ying Ji.

I carry the ghost vein, therefore, on the Sword Dao, the path is obstructed and long, disappointing Grandmaster.”

The diminutive grandmaster’s eyebrows furrowed tightly, his tone suddenly strict and compelling: “Ridiculous thing!

If you lack talent, it can be compensated with diligent effort.

In the ancient paths, there is no shortage of examples where latecomers surpass their predecessors.

Do you think I am disappointed because your sword body is difficult to shape?”

He waved his sleeve in disappointment: “Truly, rotten wood cannot be carved!

A Tianxi bearer, though the body may decay, the sword bone does not break!

As the son of the great Tianxi Sword Sect, when facing powerful enemies, you should be in the frontline, not shrink back!

Do you understand that your kneeling just then—what did it break apart?”

Ying Xiu’s complexion turned ashen; his shoulders trembled slightly as he realized he had committed an irreversible act.

Sprite Treasure shook his head repeatedly and said, “Unable to recognize your own cowardice, you blamed the sorrow I felt for you on your mother’s karma.

I see now your sword body will struggle to uphold, and this technique of Central Netherworld will likely fail to ascend to esteemed platforms in the future.”