Chapter 250: Chapter 249: Sir Forgot Something

Chapter 249: Sir Forgot Something

Luo Wusheng was slightly taken aback.

He initially thought the girl beside him had finally recovered from the shock of passing through the spatial rift, but when he followed her gaze, he too became a bit dazed.

The moment they entered the secret realm, he had taken a quick, blurry glance at the surroundings.

At the time, he only got a vague impression, seeing that it was a confined space, much narrower compared to the boundless sea of swords outside the Sword Ancestor’s secret realm, which was filled with a sea of flowers.

But now, upon closer inspection…

The secret realm was clearly a palace!

White bricks and golden walls, with eight jade columns within, each carved with dragons and swords, exuding an air of grandeur and opulence.

They stood within the open space between these jade columns, with the faint remnants of a narrow rift behind them.

In the depths of the palace, there were two ruined statues, now nothing more than scattered fragments of stone.

Behind these stones were layers of green steps leading to a platform, where a jade throne sat at the center.

Above the jade throne floated a pitch-black broken sword.

The broken sword emanated a mysterious aura that caused Luo Wusheng to feel the sword intent within him, which had not yet fully transformed, begin to lose control under this strange force.

’So this is the thing that caused the Soulblade Specter to mutate…’

Luo Wusheng’s heart was filled with realization.

But that wasn’t what had stunned both him and Ling Shuangxue.

Their gazes passed over the black sword and landed on the magnificent golden wall behind it.

On the wall, there was writing:

“The Sword Emperor of the Heavenly Gate, defeated by the Sword Ancestor in a single strike, left this broken sword here as per their agreement.”

Every stroke and mark was formed by sword scars, emanating an ancient, unchanging sword intent.

Just looking at it, Luo Wusheng’s mind conjured the image of an unrivaled Sword Emperor, using his sword as a pen, with a serene detachment from the world, carving these words into the wall.

Luo Wusheng took a deep breath.

The Sword Emperor of the Heavenly Gate? The Ancient Heavenly Gate?

’…This is truly an extraordinary figure.’

Luo Wusheng was somewhat familiar with the Ancient Heavenly Gate.

After all, his Star-Moon Jade was crafted from relics he obtained after researching the Ancient Heavenly Gate.

It was said that the Ancient Heavenly Gate was the last massive organization before the end of that ancient era, with its members ascending to the status of immortals and maintaining the operations of the Heavenly Gate.

Some of the strongest among them held the title of Emperor, overseeing various celestial departments.

The Sword Emperor was one of these powerful figures, controlling both the Sword Division and the Military Division of the Heavenly Gate.

Of course, Luo Wusheng’s past self had only learned this much since the Sword Emperor didn’t seem related to his interest in rare stones and treasures, so he hadn’t cared much.

But Luo Wusheng did understand the Sword Emperor’s immense strength.

He was a renowned figure from the ancient era, a formidable presence in the cultivation world.

However, there was a historical gap between the ancient times and the modern cultivation world, and the fate of these ancient beings remained a mystery.

There were various rumors about their true realms.

For instance, some said the Sword Emperor was one of the strongest Tribulation Crossing cultivators, while others speculated he had reached a now-extinct realm of Land Immortal.

“The Sword Ancestor once dueled the Sword Emperor of the Ancient Heavenly Gate… and won?”

Mulling over the message on the wall, Luo Wusheng softly voiced his thoughts and turned to the girl beside him.

Ling Shuangxue, pondering for a moment, gently shook her head.

“I don’t know… There’s no record of this in the Sword Sect, or this secret realm in Sword Province would have long been discovered by the Sword Sect.”

“But surely you already have a good idea of what’s true or false, sir?”

Luo Wusheng gulped at her response.

False? It seemed unlikely.

Even if someone wanted to belittle the Sword Emperor to elevate the Sword Ancestor, they wouldn’t go through the trouble of creating such a well-hidden secret realm, complete with an extraordinary broken sword.

And the ancient sword intent in those carvings wasn’t something an ordinary person could leave behind.

’So the Sword Ancestor really did find the long-lost Sword Emperor and defeat him with one strike?’

As expected, the Sword Ancestor was still the legendary figure he was familiar with.

This power level seemed a bit unbalanced.

No wonder the Sword Ancestor could become such a dominant figure.

Feeling a surge of excitement, Luo Wusheng’s heart raced.

As he suspected, this thing causing the Soulblade Specter’s mutation was no ordinary item!

A broken sword that once belonged to the Sword Emperor of the Heavenly Gate, now linked to the Sword Ancestor–this must be Little Yuli destined power up!

Though excited, Luo Wusheng maintained a calm demeanor.

The palace before him didn’t seem to have any visible traps, but traps never announce themselves.

He gently let go of the girl’s soft hand.

“The broken sword is likely the cause of the Soulblade Specter’s mutation… Please wait here, I’ll go investigate further.”

In his hand appeared a few branches of spiritual plants, which he had plucked from Daybreak Mountain in preparation.

Catching a few animals had crossed his mind, but the beasts had long fled due to the Soulblade Specter, making it troublesome.

Actually, the best method would be to throw out the disciples of the Demon Sect he had in his storage pouch, but as amusing as the thought was, he wasn’t about to act like an irredeemable villain.

Just as Luo Wusheng was about to test the danger, having released Ling Shuangxue’s hand and taken a step forward, he felt her hand grab his wrist, pulling him back.

Puzzled, he turned around, only to meet her calm, beautiful eyes.

“…Sir, you’ve forgotten something.”

Ling Shuangxue’s voice was soft, but seeing no reaction from him, she continued, “Before entering, you made me a promise.”

The Holy Saint of the Demon Sect finally realized what she meant.

“Ahem… Indeed, it is unfair that only I know you are from the Sword Sect while you know nothing about me.”

A bit embarrassed, Luo Wusheng straightened his face, then smiled slightly.

“I… am from the Demon Sect. I’m the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect, Luo Wusheng. I look forward to working with you.”

Suppressing the urge to stumble over his words, Luo Wusheng looked gently into the girl’s eyes, watching for her reaction.

“Luo Wusheng…”

Ling Shuangxue softly repeated the name.

’So that’s how it is…’

After her disciple and the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect struck a deal to acquire the Blood Spirit Jade and save her, Ling Shuangxue had specifically researched the Demon Sect, including its Holy Saint, who was known for collecting rare stones.

At that time, she had deduced that the Blood Spirit Jade must have come from this Holy Saint… but she hadn’t cared much about how her disciple had teamed up with the Holy Maiden.

Now, as she looked at the young man before her and felt her body free from the threat of cultivation deviation, a faint, satisfied smile appeared on her normally stoic face.

“Luo Wusheng?”

She called his name again.

“Yes,” Luo Wusheng replied.

In the grand, golden palace, everything seemed peaceful and harmonious.

Except for the pitch-black sword that silently emerged from the void, aimed straight at the young man’s back.

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