The Sect's Civil War

"Isn't this the Sword-Washing Pool I use all the time?" Daoist Buyu thought. No wonder it had looked more and more familiar. When he was young, he often washed away his killing intent in the Sword-Washing Pool.

It was a treasured heirloom passed down through generations of the Ask Dao Sect. Even the child master-grandfather often used the Sword-Washing Pool to wash away his killing intent, lest he kill Daoist Buyu in a fit of rage.

From that perspective, the Sword-Washing Pool was Daoist Buyu's savior.

Seeing that his master had noticed, Lu Yang looked rather embarrassed. "I heard the stories about you and Master-Grandfather, and wanted to follow in your footsteps, so I tried to comprehend the sword dao beside the Sword-Washing Pool. Maybe I was standing too close, because the Sword-Washing Pool latched onto me."

As if to confirm Lu Yang's explanation, the Sword-Washing Pool happily circled around him.

"Actually, the Sword-Washing Pool really is an excellent offensive treasure."

The Sword-Washing Pool was much more useful than the Azure Edge Sword. The Azure Edge Sword was indeed an immortal sword, but Senior Sister had layered it with seals, so when Lu Yang used it, it was just a sword commensurate with his cultivation.

The Sword-Washing Pool was different. Not only was its quality high, it was also in perfect sync with Lu Yang, responding to his every command.

Just like the technique before them, One Sword Becomes Ten Thousand Swords: it had pounded the ground into a patchwork of pits, with tremendous power.

"Now that you mention it, the Sword-Washing Pool really is quite useful." As a master of the sword dao, Daoist Buyu could see how powerful it was.

Unfortunately, he and the Sword-Washing Pool weren't fated to be together. Lu Yang had gotten the better end