The Taihui Sword Sect, Pianran Peak.
Bai Shou was the only Dao Cultivator left here now.
Bai Shou was already a Golden Core Realm sword cultivator, and Liu Jinglong had become Sect Master and moved to the ancestral mountain. So the Taihui Sword Sect held a simple ceremony to inaugurate the peak, and Pianran Peak became Bai Shou's place of cultivation.
If Bai Shou wanted, he could even start taking disciples.
But lately, Bai Shou had been listless. Whenever he took a break from practicing sword, he sat in his Bamboo Chair and stared into space.
He did not actually like drinking. He could not get used to it. So whenever he carried a flask of wine, he never finished it.
Earlier, he had gone down the mountain with several sect sword cultivators to gain experience. In the Lanfang Kingdom, near a border pass called Ironcast Pass, they had fought a small band of Demon Race Cultivators from the Savage World who had been roaming the area committing crimes. Their cultivation realms were low, so the outcome of the encirclement had never been in doubt. The cultivators from the Taihui Sword Sect and the other sects had suffered almost no losses, and few had even been injured.
But there had been another encounter in a narrow pass, unexpected by both sides. They had run into a Golden Core Realm Demon Race Cultivator, a Ghost Cultivator skilled at hiding. Somehow, he too had failed to escape back to the Savage World through the sea's Returning Ruins. Instead, he had slipped into Northern Juluzhou and lain low for years. Just to break through to the Nascent Soul realm, he had preyed on dozens of people from a small martial-arts sect, using cruel, covert methods to refine them all into walking corpses. If