Protective to a Fault (Seeking Monthly Votes)

The eastern sky glowed red as fire, while mountains and rivers stretched magnificently beneath their feet. Master Lu and Daoist Chong He stood like the two horns of a formation, locking their auras against the force rolling toward them from the far distance. Both had long since adjusted their states to their peak.

At that moment, Daoist Chong He suddenly spoke. "Although the Jiangdong Wang Clan has once again chosen to stay out of it, they sent a brocade pouch. It contained eight characters: 'Small losses are possible; the greater trend will not collapse.'"

"As long as the greater trend holds, that's good enough." Master Lu's right hand caressed the hilt of his sword as if recalling his beloved. He said calmly, "But the future is hard to predict, full of countless changes. Divination can only tell us what is highly likely."

He said nothing about the possibility of small losses. It was not that he was deceiving himself; he was prepared for a Dharmakaya to fall in this great battle, himself included.

Daoist Chong He smiled kindly. "This old Daoist had a few selfish thoughts. I left the Patriarch's 'Three Swords' at the sect and brought only my own Divine Weapon."

The Pure Yang Sect's Sect Protecting Divine Weapon was called the Shangdong Sword. It was usually divided into three swords: one severed greed and anger, one severed love and desire, and one severed afflictions. Thus, it was also known as the "Three Swords."

"Without a Divine Weapon to guard the sect, relying only on the relics left by our predecessors wouldn't be ideal. Only without worries behind us can we give our all." Master Lu did not mind. In his view, the possibility that the sect might be attacked and destroyed if they were distracted mattered far less