After he had talked Wang Chaoshan, the Blood Tiger King, into it, things became simple.
Li Yun took the opportunity to ask about the Martial Armory. Wang Chaoshan held nothing back, spilling everything like beans from a bamboo tube.
"The Martial Armory lies at the southwestern end of Crane Mountain, beneath the cliff occupied by Bai Tou Weng."
"It takes exactly three Secret Keys to open it. Gu Yang, Bai Tou Weng, and I each hold one. The Martial Armory can only be opened when all three are brought together."
"The three of us opened it once. We confirmed that the hidden Martial Armory was built by a sect called the Extinct Blade Sect eight hundred years ago."
"It seems the Extinct Blade Sect made a terrifying enemy. Its thirty-seventh Sect Master sensed that the enemy might destroy the sect, so he secretly ordered the armory built to preserve its legacy and give it a chance to rise again."
"But unfortunately... that Sect Master's hopes seem to have come to nothing."
"When we entered the Martial Armory, we found the Extinct Blade Sect's entire legacy preserved intact, but there was no sign the armory had ever been opened."
"I suppose... the Extinct Blade Sect really was wiped out to the last person eight hundred years ago."
Wang Chaoshan sighed.
A thousand emotions welled up in him.
The world of Martial Dao could be cruel like that.
Forget individual martial artists—even a sect could vanish after one wrong step.
That was the heart of why he longed to found a sect of his own.
As a bandit, even if he never robbed anyone and kept as low a profile as possible, he was still a bandit in name.
Until he cleaned up that reputation, he might offend the wrong person any