(ˊ〇ˋ*) The Unification of the Martial World, the Achievement of Great Hegemony
The Songshan Sect dominated the Central Peak. Sharing Mount Song with Shaolin, its magnificent halls were no less imposing than Shaolin's thousand-year-old monastery—in fact, they surpassed it!
Wasn't that so?
In the spacious training grounds of Mount Song in the distance, several hundred Songshan disciples stood in neat, uniform formations, shouting as they practiced their swordsmanship. Amid the swirling morning mist, they faintly exuded the murderous air of an army.
However, though the sunlight was bright, it could not dispel the gloom filling the main hall, nor the faint smell of urine drifting through it.
In the main hall, Zuo Lengchan sat upright in the sect leader's seat. He wore a dark robe embroidered with the Songshan Sect's emblem in golden thread, which shimmered indistinctly in the light.
He sat there with a gloomy expression, his eyes filled with twisted ruthlessness.
Ever since castrating himself and cultivating the Bixie Sword Manual, he had grown increasingly sinister and eccentric. Each day was worse than the last, and an aura that made people shudder constantly radiated from him.
And this was hardly strange!
After all, anyone who had just castrated himself to practice swordsmanship, only to learn that the Bixie Sword Technique could be mastered without castration, would probably go mad. At best, it would affect their state of mind; at worst, it would completely alter their temperament. The fact that Zuo Lengchan had merely become sinister and eccentric could already be considered fortunate.
One had to know that some of the Songshan disciples who had castrated themselves to practice the sword around the same time as him, or even earlier, had gone completely insane.
Of course, those were minor matters and not important.
Besides, Zuo Lengchan had already dealt