Ling Pengxing, missing for years

Then he led the eleven members of the Wan Generation to the "school" halfway up the mountain.

The school was a small, single-story building, about 100 square meters in size.

At this moment, inside the school, a dozen or so young members of the Ling clan, dressed in Ling Clan Daoist Robe Ling Clan Wan Generation, were sitting in pairs in front of a chessboard, playing chess.

In addition, there was a beautiful young female cultivator dressed in a dark-colored dress, who kept walking around in front of the Ling Clan clan members' chessboard, instructing them on how to play.

Ling Pengshan, who brought the eleven children whose Spirit Root had just been accurately determined to be here, looked at the pretty female cultivator through a window of the school and his lips unconsciously curled up.

At that moment, the pretty young female cultivator inside the school noticed a gaze watching her from outside. She turned her head and met Ling Pengshan's gaze.

Ling Pengshan quickly regained his senses, nodded slightly in acknowledgment, and then stepped into the school. He approached the beautiful and elegant woman, smiled, and gave her his instructions.

"Fairy Liu, these eleven children behind me are those whose Spirit Root were discovered by my Ling Clan this year. Starting today, they will enter this school for further study."

"It just so happened that when the fairy was teaching the other young members of my clan how to play chess, these children were taught by the Fairy Liu along with her."

The beautiful and delicate "Fairy Liu" was actually Liu Mengting, the "Chess Trick Fairy" who was recruited into the clan by Ling Pengshan two years ago to teach the clansmen how to play chess.

Upon hearing this, Liu Mengting's eyes widened, and she quickly offered her congratulations. "This year, the number of people with Spirit Root in Ling Daoyou's Lineage is significantly higher than in previous years, which is truly a joyous occasion."

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist."

Ling Pengshan found Liu Mengting's congratulatory words quite helpful, chuckled twice, and then said...

"Haha, Fairy Liu, you're too kind. Fairy, it's been a few days since we last played chess. Lately, I've been itching to play again. Now that Fairy Liu 've finished this chess lesson, would you be willing to play a few more games with me?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Mengting nodded and smiled without hesitation, saying, "Since you have made the invitation, I am naturally willing."

The two used to play chess every day, a practice they had maintained for over two years.

If it weren't for the fact that the clan was short-handed these past few days, Ling Pengshan would have personally gone out of the Lineage Clan Mountain to pick up the children whose Spirit Root had been detected and brought them into the clan from the villages and towns under the clan's jurisdiction.

Otherwise, the two would not have stopped playing chess in recent days.

Upon hearing Liu Mengting's reply, Ling Pengshan's face lit up with joy, and he then bid farewell to Liu Mengting.

"Since Fairy Liu has agreed, I will not linger any longer. You can come to my courtyard to find me after you finish your lessons."

After saying that, he left the place.

Liu Mengting then settled Ling Wanchuan and the others, whose Spirit Root had just been discovered, in the school and taught them how to play chess.

As for the knowledge of cultivating immortality, other lecturers will explain it.

That night.

The Hundred Spirits Imperial Palace, the core of the Hundred Spirits Kingdom, which encompasses millions of mortals and stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles around the Hundred Spirits Mountain Range, was surrounded by tens of thousands of mortals clad in iron armor and exuding an aura of iron and blood.

For a moment, a solemn atmosphere permeated the entire Imperial Palace.

The thousands of imperial guards atop the five-zhang-high city walls of the Imperial Palace, though all elite soldiers, wore solemn expressions due to the grand scale of the scene and the delayed arrival of reinforcements.

They dared not draw their bows and shoot arrows to attack, lest they prematurely trigger a battle.

Little did they know that it was precisely because of the inaction of those thousands of imperial guards that the palace maids and eunuchs in the Hundred Spirits Imperial Palace were thrown into a panic.

Some of the older palace staff, seeing that things were not going well, even escaped through some hidden passages.

However, the mortal soldiers surrounding the Hundred Spirits Imperial Palace seemed to be very familiar with the Imperial Palace's secret passages, and they were already waiting at the exits of those passages.

This also meant that the elderly palace staff were in grave danger as soon as they emerged from the secret passage, and were immediately beheaded.

At this moment, outside the Imperial Palace, the tens of thousands of solemnly armored soldiers who had not attacked the Imperial Palace gradually parted to make way.

An elderly man dressed in hemp clothing, somewhat hunched over, and resembling an ordinary person, slowly walked out of the passageway and arrived at the imposing gate of the Imperial Palace.

The thousands of imperial guards on the Imperial Palace walls all changed their expressions upon seeing the old man appear.

In the past year or two, the name of this living "Sword God," who has accomplished great feats such as Sword Slash the only Sword Saint of the Hundred Spirits Kingdom with a single sword and slaughtering a thousand cavalrymen, has resounded throughout the entire Hundred Spirits Kingdom.

Two years ago, Bai Yanzhong, the "Martial Might King," was chased by people sent by the Emperor of the Hundred Spirits Kingdom, "Bai Xuanhe," and fled Hundred Spirits Kingdom in a sorry state. It was precisely because of this Sword God that he was able to recruit soldiers and expand his power.

Even now, King Bai Xuanhe has led his troops to attack directly outside the palace.

At that very moment, the "Sword God" who emerged from the army suddenly took out an ordinary iron sword from the Sword Box on his back.

With a mere flick of his wrist, an immense Sword Intent soared into the sky, stirring up all the surrounding dust.

The white moonlight shining down from the Bright Moon in the sky merged into the enormous Sword-Ray at this moment, dyeing the invisible Sword Intent white.

"Melt!"

A hoarse sound broke the silence of the night.

The white Sword Intent surged rapidly into the old Sword God's iron sword, causing it to gleam with a silvery-white light.

The "Sword God" then threw it out as well.

However, the four-foot-long silver-white flying sword transformed into a silver-white sword shadow, and in the blink of an eye, it crashed into the steel gate of the Imperial Palace.

The normally sturdy gate was now as thin as a sheet of paper, and was cleaved in two.

At that moment, tens of thousands of armored soldiers behind the old man, accompanied by countless roars, rushed into the Imperial Palace through the cleaved Imperial Palace gate.

However, the "Sword God" who had made great contributions vanished without a trace.

When he reappeared, he was already on the roof of a main hall inside the Imperial Palace, watching the entire Imperial Palace engulfed in battle.

"I have been training in the Hundred Spirits Kingdom for two years now. I wonder how my eighth brother and the others are doing."

The powerful Sword God mentioned by others was none other than Ling Clan Ling Pengxing, a sword cultivator from the Ling clan whose cultivation foundation had been shattered.

Within half an hour, the imperial guards inside the Imperial Palace were all slaughtered.

The tens of thousands of armored soldiers thus penetrated deep into the Imperial Palace and surrounded a magnificent hall.

The rebel leader, "Martial Might King" Bai Xuanhe, who had been hiding among tens of thousands of armored soldiers, also revealed himself at this moment.

He dispatched dozens of armored soldiers to dismantle the gate of the magnificent hall, from which they captured more than a dozen people dressed in official robes and a young man in a yellow robe.

King Bai Xuanhe stared at the dozen or so high-ranking officials of Bailing Kingdom, as well as Emperor Bai Yanzhong of Bailing Kingdom, his eyes flashing with cold light.

Two years ago, if it weren't for these people, he wouldn't have ended up almost dying in a foreign land. Fortunately, he met that kind "Sword God" who helped him and saved his life.

"Execute those corrupt officials, and as for my nephew, chop him up and feed him to the dogs."

Ignoring the pleas for mercy from Bai Yanzhong and the others, King Bai Xuanhe coldly addressed the dozens of armored soldiers.

The next moment, the dozens of armored soldiers did as instructed cleanly and efficiently.

It was at this moment.

Ling Pengxing, who was on the roof of the main hall of the palace, suddenly noticed that a faint yellow gas was emanating from Bai Yanzhong, who had been killed, and it merged with the majestic King Bai Xuanhe, making the King even more majestic.

Upon seeing this scene, Ling Pengxing narrowed slightly.

"The Emperor's Aura, attached to the emperor, enhances his majesty; it is indeed peculiar."

"However, this thing is ultimately just an external object, not something that one truly possesses."

"Although Bai Xuanhe is meticulous, he is not a real man. Even with the Emperor's Aura, he is at most a cat in tiger's skin. When faced with a crisis, he still has to kneel down and beg for mercy. He has no real emperor's spirit."

"And this Emperor's Aura, which can only increase majesty and prestige, may not be another way out in my Sword Dao path."

Upon thinking this, Ling Pengxing lit up.

"This Emperor's Aura is merely mortal aura; it's useless to me."

"However, I was originally a cultivator, so I can borrow the power of this world to enhance the power of my Sword Intent."