Sword Master
"Snap."
He gently touched Dugu Ao's brow with his finger.
Dugu Ao felt an extremely domineering cold and heat surge violently into his Ancestral Aperture. Wherever it passed, his meridians were forcibly branded with fine black and white array patterns. It ran through his Sea of Consciousness and finally settled firmly on the Golden Core deep in his Qi Sea!
On the surface of the Golden Core, a miniature Life-and-Death Millstone Phantom suddenly appeared.
"The Life-and-Death Red Dust Seal."
Chen Fan withdrew his finger, his tone as casual as if he were telling people what to have for dinner.
"If you harbor even the slightest thought of rebelling against the mortal Qingyun or plotting against the heavens, the Millstone within your Qi Sea will spin half a revolution. Your Divine Soul will shatter even faster than that Nascent Soul monster from before."
Dugu Ao sensed the terrifying mark in his Dantian that could crush him into nothingness, the last glimmer of hope in his heart was completely extinguished.
Far from harboring resentment, he was overjoyed that he had miraculously escaped with his life!
"Thank you, Lord, for sparing our lives! The entire Mysterious Sword Sect will forever be subordinate to Qingyun! We will forever serve you, Lord!"
With trembling hands, Dugu Ao raised them high and respectfully presented a palm-sized nine-hole golden token and a warm, dark blue Formation Disk.
"This is the Mysterious Sword Sect's sect leader's decree and the core of the mountain-protecting formation. Please accept it, Master!"
Without even glancing at them, Chen Fan flicked his hand, and his True Essence, carrying the two precious treasures, gently landed at the feet of Chen Changqing, who was already Petrification behind him.
The gale subsided.
The world was deathly silent.
"Call out!!"
From the direction of the back mountain, a figure covered in blood staggered out.
The Grand Elder Mo Wendao had a broken Spirit-Breaking Nail embedded in his chest, and he tightly gripped the Primal Chaos Heaven-Covering Robe that he hadn't yet had time to activate.
He had come with the determination to live and die with his sect, but the scene before him made this 400-year-old Golden Core Perfection Ancestor freeze in mid-air.
The anticipated massacre of the clan did not occur.
The Blood Fiend Old Monster has vanished, and the hundred-foot- White Bone Warship has been reduced to nothing, not even a speck of wood remains.
The arrogant Mysterious Sword Sect Master was kneeling in the mud, kowtowing, while thousands of enemy sect sword cultivators knelt outside the ruins, trembling with fear.
In the center of the ruins of the Spirit Spring Hall, Sect Master Chen Changqing stood there, mouth agape, with the Mysterious Sword Sect's inheritance center lying at his feet.
As for six-year-old Chen Fan...
She swung her little arms and legs back to Chen Changqing's side casually.
"Changqing... this... where is the Nascent Soul expert from the Setting Sun Demon Palace? Why is Dugu Ao..."
Mo Wendao's voice trembled, his thin fingers gripping the Sword Hilt tightly, feeling that everything before him was utterly absurd.
Chen Changqing mechanically twisted his neck, swallowed, pointed to a handful of barely visible ashes on the ground, his voice so hoarse he could barely make a sound.
"The Grand Elder... the Blood Fiend Old Monster... was... was crushed to death by Fan'er with a single palm strike."
"Boom!"
A thunderclap exploded in Mo Wendao's mind, blood surged in his chest, and he almost fell from mid-air.
One palm strike?
Crush the Nascent Soul?
Those Grand Elder of Transmission who had just crawled out of the ruins, the peak masters, and the inner disciples all gasped in shock upon hearing this, feeling a chill run down their spines!
The gazes directed at Chen Fan completely shifted from viewing him as a freak or a genius to seeing him as an unparalleled god descended from the heavens to earth!
Faced with hundreds of gazes filled with awe, fervor, and even extreme horror, Chen Fan blinked, the indifference that belonged to Middle Martial God instantly vanishing from his eyes.
He raised his chubby little hand and scratched the back of his head, tugged at Chen Changqing's clothes, and mumbled something in a childish voice:
"Dad, I didn't use much force... It's just that they're too weak."
"Thump!"
The Grand Elder of Transmission his skills, swayed and almost knelt on the spot.
Nascent Soul Grandmaster... too weak?
What are these Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators then? Mere insects on the ground?!
Mo Wendao plummeted to the ground from mid-air, rushing forward in three steps at a time. Trembling, he wanted to reach out and touch Chen Fan, but fearing he might offend something, he stopped abruptly in mid-air.
He used his faint Divine Sense to quickly scan Chen Fan's mind.
There was no turbid death energy from a monster possessing another's body, no complicated karma from demons parasitizing another; only a pure and Glazed Crystal innate divine Divine Soul!
This is truly the bloodline born and raised by the Azure Cloud Sword Sect!
"May Heaven have eyes... May Heaven protect my Qingyun!!"
Mo Wendao, tears streaming down his face, could no longer contain his excitement and knelt down before Chen Fan like a mountain collapsing and a jade pillar crumbling!
"What Holy Son sequence... That's a condescension! That's an insult!"
The old man suddenly stood up, surveyed the entire clan, and his voice shook the heavens:
"From this day forward, all worldly rules are abolished! Chen Fan is the sole ruler of my Azure Cloud Sword Sect, bestowed the title of Limitless Sword Master! All sect elders, peak masters, and disciples shall regard the Sword Master as their founding Ancestral Progenitor! Those who disobey will have their Divine Souls annihilated!"
The entire audience collapsed to their knees in a thunderous roar!
"Greetings, Sword Master!!"
The deafening shouts echoed throughout the Sunset Glow Mountain Range.
Chen Fan frowned slightly.
Limitless Sword Master?
Managing the miscellaneous affairs of a sect is far more troublesome than cleaving through Alien Races warships in the Boundary Sea. His true body is on the Starry Sky Frontline, absorbing cosmic energy; the core task of this avatar is merely to maintain the operation of the "Myriad Realms Red Dust Scripture" through the mundane affairs of the mortal world. How could he have the leisure to concern himself with the trivialities of daily life?
He was about to decline when Chen Changqing suddenly knelt down on one knee, looking at him with reddened eyes.
"Fan'er... take it!"
Chen Changqing's voice trembled slightly, but was incredibly firm.
"Father knows you are no ordinary person, but True Immortal descended to earth! But as long as you are in Qingyun, all the dirty and tiring work—sect affairs, mining, accounting, concealing heavenly secrets—will be taken care of by Father! You only need to focus on your cultivation, and Father will guard your gate!"
That rich and pure protective causal force surged forth once more, transforming into a tangible wisp of mortal dust and white mist, which entered the Divine Kingdom Life Formation Core within Chen Fan's body.
Under the influence of this gentle and auspicious Fortune, the edges of the Divine Kingdom expanded outwards by several miles once again.
Chen Fan sighed inwardly.
That's enough.
Having a nominal, cheap father to handle worldly affairs saves a lot of trouble.
"Okay," Chen Fan replied crisply, grabbing Chen Changqing's rough hand with her small one. "Dad will take care of it for me."
Chen Changqing grinned, and tears welled up in his eyes.
With the entire sect completely united, the Fortune of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect surged wildly. The original broken remnants of the great formation automatically reassembled under the surging Fortune, transforming into a dazzling azure Light Screen that fell down.
Mo Wendao a long sigh of relief, then immediately turned his head, his eyes fierce as he looked at Dugu Ao and the thousands of surrendered soldiers on the ground.
"Imprison the remnants of the Mysterious Sword Sect in the Discipline Hall, muster your forces, and take complete control of Mysterious Sword Mountain within three days!"
"Yes, sir!"
The entire sect of disciples received the order with murderous intent.
Some disciples were still in shock; just moments before they were facing a tremendous crisis, and then...
The crisis was subsequently resolved.
Nowadays, the status of their Azure Cloud Sword Sect in the Southern Region seems to have changed.