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Chapter 163: Did the Seven Martial Sect Flee?
🕑 Added 2024-10-02 08:12:35 +0000 UTCBai Yichen was in a state of indescribable shock.
Had the person before him truly become a Sovereign?
Their family had strived for over a thousand years, yet they couldn’t produce a single Sovereign. It was said that even the imperial clans of the Eastern Domain faced the same issue.
Throughout history, countless geniuses had been stuck at this very threshold, and now, the man standing before him had broken through?
How long had it been?
Less than three years!
Such a thing was beyond belief, yet it had happened right before his very eyes.
“Ahem, young one, I see that you are incredibly gifted. Even in the Eastern Domain, you'd be considered a prodigy. Since you’ve bonded with our ancestral Sovereign weapon, why not return to the family? We will honor you as the young master and place the family’s future in your hands.”
One of the Ninth Heaven elders of the Yang family spoke awkwardly.
Now that Qin Sovereign had spoken, they dared not kill this man. Assassination or any other means of harm were also out of the question.
But if this man grew stronger, he would surely seek revenge. That would be a tremendous threat to them.
In that case, why not recruit him?
Bringing this immensely talented youth into the fold could not only neutralize the threat but also potentially link them to Qin Sovereign...
“My family is gone. What’s the point of returning?”
Bai Yichen spoke softly.
He stood up, gripping the Sovereign Sword tightly, and looked at the members of the Yang family, saying, “Senior Qin spared me, making it impossible for you to kill me. Naturally, I won’t hide behind him to make empty threats. But the hatred for my fallen family will never fade, so reconciliation is impossible.”
“Let’s settle this in twenty years. Twenty years from now, I will come to the Eastern Domain and conclude this. Whether I die, or you are destroyed, it will have nothing to do with anyone else.”
After speaking, he looked toward Qin Chuan and respectfully asked, “Senior Qin, is this acceptable to you?”
“Why twenty years?” Qin Chuan asked.
Bai Yichen replied, “Our family’s plan only needed twenty more years. I want to see the culmination of the generations of effort by our ancestors. Whether we win or lose, at least there will be no regrets.”
Hearing this, Qin Chuan’s expression grew complex. The persistence of this family moved him deeply.
“Approved,” he said at last, gently uttering a single word.
With this declaration, the faces of the Yang family members turned pale, some even showing signs of despair.
This young man was determined to fight to the death!
Even now, with the Sovereign Sword, he could slay a Saint of the Eighth Heaven. How much stronger would he be in twenty years?
There was a real possibility he could become a Sovereign.
And the odds were high.
Qin Sovereign would likely invest in his growth, and with the resources and knowledge of an ancient giant like Qin Sovereign, the results would be unimaginable.
“Why go so far?” one elder sighed in resignation.
Bai Yichen sneered, “You expelled our branch from the Eastern Domain, and we’ve endured this humiliation for two thousand years. Now, my entire family is almost wiped out. Why ask me why I go this far?”
He continued coldly, “If not for Senior Qin’s presence today, I’m certain you wouldn’t have spared me even if I begged on my knees. So why should I forgive you? Is that not enough reason?”
The elder fell silent.
As a Ninth Heaven expert, some dignity remained. Their original intent was to exterminate him, so they had no right to ask for mercy now.
“Very well, if you are set on this path, we will await you in the Eastern Domain in twenty years.”
In the end, the elder nodded wearily, bowing to Qin Chuan. “Senior Qin, we take our leave.”
With that, he led the group away.
They had arrived with great fanfare but left in silence.
As the Yang family retreated, Bai Yichen held the Sovereign Sword in both hands, offering it to Qin Chuan. “Thank you, Senior, for saving my life. I have nothing to repay your great kindness, but please, accept this Sovereign Sword as a token of my gratitude.”
Qin Chuan was slightly startled.
This young man had great courage. To offer a Sovereign weapon so easily—even a Sovereign would feel pain parting with such a treasure.
But Qin Chuan shook his head and said, “Keep it. This sword contains the essence of your family. Carrying it with you can serve as a reminder of them.”
Bai Yichen bit his lip, his eyes watering as he whispered, “…Thank you. Thank you.”
At this moment, he truly regarded Qin Chuan as a senior, not just with respect but with heartfelt gratitude and admiration.
“No need to thank me. Fate brought us together, and helping you was no trouble at all. I also owed a favor from long ago.”
Qin Chuan waved dismissively.
“No matter what, I will never forget your kindness.” Bai Yichen clenched his fist with determination.
“What will you do now?” Qin Chuan asked.
“I will first bury my family. I will build a tomb for them amidst these ruins and guard their spirits for two months. After that, I will go out into the world.”
Bai Yichen replied truthfully.
“Good.”
Qin Chuan nodded, then suddenly thought of something and added, “Don’t make the tomb too grand, and don’t place any burial goods.”
“If you have time, it would be a good idea to connect with Master Pang Qi of the Alchemist Association. Build a relationship with him.”
“Why?”
Bai Yichen was puzzled. Pang Qi? Wasn’t he just an alchemist? What did he have to do with building a tomb? The two things seemed completely unrelated.
“Some things cannot be revealed yet. You'll understand in time,”
Qin Chuan replied with a mysterious smile. Waving his hand, he strode away with an air of carefree elegance.
“Senior…”
Bai Yichen reached out, as if wanting to say more, but Qin Chuan had already disappeared into the distance.
…
The Seven Martial Sect.
When Qin Chuan returned to the Seven Martial Sect, he found the once bustling sect completely deserted, shrouded in a massive barrier of light.
The scene was strange.
Catching a passerby, Qin Chuan inquired and finally learned the situation—the entire sect had fled!
A few days ago, a group of terrifying experts invaded the Jiuyang Dynasty and waged war against the imperial family. The scale of their power frightened the Seven Martial Sect.
Faced with such an overwhelming force, they feared that if the imperial family was wiped out, the Seven Martial Sect would be next.
So, they acted decisively.
From the Grand Elders to the outer sect disciples, everyone staged a "strategic retreat," scattering in all directions.
With everyone gone, theft became inevitable, so they activated the sect’s protective formation, sealing the entire place.
If that terrifying force came, they would take what they wanted, as fighting back would be futile.
But if the force did not come, ordinary people stood no chance of breaking the barrier.
On this point, they were confident!
“What were you doing here?” Qin Chuan asked, eyeing the passerby.
“I… I was just passing through.”
The man had a shifty look, clearly avoiding eye contact.
Boom!
In an instant, a powerful force pinned the man to the ground, his body sinking into the earth in the shape of a large “X.”
“Ahh! My back!”
The man screamed, trembling as he quickly confessed, “I came to steal something! But I couldn’t get in!”
Qin Chuan chuckled, lifting the man into the air with a mere thought. “You couldn’t get in?”
He glanced at the man’s lower half and joked, “You seem pretty sturdy. How could you not get through?”
“Master, I swear, I really couldn’t get in!”
The man cried, his face contorted with fear. “The Seven Martial Sect’s barrier is incredibly strong! There’s no one in the Jiuyang Dynasty who can break through it.”
“Then why did you come?”
Qin Chuan asked calmly.
The man blushed, stammering, “I… I just wanted to try. Didn’t expect to succeed…”
Boom!
Before he finished, the man was slammed into the ground again, sinking even deeper than before.
“I can tell you’re lying even with my eyes closed,” Qin Chuan smirked, continuing to walk forward without a second glance.
Pop!
The thief, who had been planning to play dead, suddenly heard a strange popping sound from behind.
His head shot up from the dirt!
There, he saw the mysterious figure in white already inside the Seven Martial Sect, the impenetrable barrier rippling like water as he passed through.
His eyes widened, and he cried out in disbelief,
“This is impossible!!”
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