Successfully Infiltrated

"Blood! Demon! Sect!"

Xuanyun Sword Sect's Sect Master, a Dao Venerable triple-realm sword cultivator, Lei Qingyang roared, lightning crackling all over his body.

Through the transparent dome, the clouds above the main peak could be seen instantly turning dark purple.

Accompanying this roar, a thunderclap exploded in the sky, shaking the entire hall with a booming echo.

"Those mongrel Blood Demons have some nerve!"

"Destroying my Hanging Sword Formation, slaughtering my human mortals, injuring my Sword Sect disciples! If this grudge goes unavenged, where will my Sword Sect's face be?"

"Sect Master, I request battle!"

"I also request battle!"

Chen Xian, set off to the side, held a teacup in his hand, watching figures rise one after another around him, listening to those battle pleas dripping with killing intent.

His hand trembled, spilling a few drops of tea onto the table.

Seeing no one around paying him any attention, he quickly wiped it clean with his sleeve.

Putting the teacup back on the table, he really couldn't drink anymore.

Too terrifying.

If he were found out to be a fake identity, wouldn't these big shots in the meeting hall chop him into mincemeat!

He hadn't even grown strong yet; even with a cheat, he couldn't withstand that!

Logically, he shouldn't be able to participate in a meeting of this level, but who could blame him for being half in the know?

He glanced at Shangguan Hongyue, who was equally indignant, and felt he should show some stance.

So he slapped the table, blending into the crowd, and said in a low voice, "Does the Blood Demon Sect think my Sword Sect has no one? This old man also requests battle!"

But unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes converged on him.

"What the hell! Why are they all staring at me? They're not really going to send this old man, a Dao Disciple first-realm, to the battlefield, are they?"

Chen Xian's heart froze. He was that quiet and they still heard him?

He forgot that aside from Shangguan Hongyue and the just-awakened Lin Xiaoyan, everyone present was at least a Dao Sect realm elder.

Even a mosquito flapping its wings, these people could hear it crystal clear.

"Senior is mighty!" Shangguan Hongyue said with a face full of admiration, quietly clenching her fist to cheer Chen Xian on.

Chen Xian could only steel himself and continue shouting, "Even if this old man has lost all his cultivation, as long as the Sword Sect has need, what does it matter if I risk this old life?"

"Killing those Blood Demon Sect whelps—kill one and break even, kill two and profit!"

This time he used a normal voice.

"Good! Truly a senior from the Sword Sect era, with guts and no fear of death!"

Sect Master Lei Qingyang slammed his palm on the table, showering Chen Xian with praise.

"Senior's great righteousness!"

"A model for our generation!"

The elders nodded in approval one after another.

"However, we here haven't all died yet—how could we possibly need Senior to take the field personally?"

Lei Qingyang's tone shifted, his face turning stern: "Pass this Sect Master's order: Heavy Sword Hall Elder Lu Jian and Zhou Tian Peak Formation Elder Yu Pei will lead a thousand inner disciples at Dao Master triple-realm and above, and three thousand outer disciples at Dao Disciple six-realm and above, to proceed immediately to the seventy-third Hanging Sword Formation and encircle the Blood Demon Sect cultivators!"

"Any Blood Demon Sect cultivator seen, regardless of cultivation, is to be killed on sight—no survivors left!"

Lei Qingyang's voice used some secret technique, spreading across the inner and outer gates of the nine peaks, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"We accept the order!"

Two elders who radiated extraordinary strength stood up, clasped their fists in salute, and quickly left.

The others also filed out of the meeting hall, heading to their respective jurisdictions to prepare for battle.

After most had left.

Lei Qingyang turned his face back, and those Dao eyes capable of piercing through illusions once again fell on Chen Xian.

Earlier, he hadn't paid much attention to this old man who looked like a "country bumpkin."

All he knew was that this old man was brought back by Shangguan Hongyue as a so-called "senior from the Sword Sect era."

His divine sense swept over.

"Hm? Dao Disciple first-realm."

Lei Qingyang's brow furrowed, a flicker of doubt passing through his eyes.

This person's cultivation was pitifully weak—an outer disciple who had entered the sect for a month of training would be stronger than this so-called senior.

But... something was off.

A flash of lightning glimmered in his gaze, and Chen Xian's physical structure was laid bare before his eyes.

Qi and blood were failing—a sign of nearing the end of his lifespan.

But the innate Sword Qi flowed within his body.

"Could he also be born with a Sword Bone?"

He glanced at Shangguan Hongyue. He knew this disciple was born with a Sword Bone—she had come seeking the Dao seven years ago, and he had personally accepted her into the sect.

But how could this person's cultivation be only at the first level of Dao Disciple?

Even if someone with an innate Sword Bone never cultivated, they would naturally grow to the ninth level of Dao Disciple before the age of thirty.

His cultivation and innate talent physique didn't match at all!

"No, no! I remember now—this is a Mystic Jade Sword Bone, a level above the ordinary Sword Bone!"

Lei Qingyang suddenly thought of something, his pupils trembling slightly.

That made it even more unreasonable!

Even a pig, if it possessed a Mystic Jade Sword Bone, couldn't possibly have only first-level Dao Disciple cultivation after living for decades!

Unless this person had only recently acquired the Mystic Jade Sword Bone, or had previously suffered a severe injury and lost all their cultivation.

Two possibilities, and Lei Qingyang ruled out the first.

Though there were indeed evil techniques in this world for stripping others of their root bones, those were always exchanged during youth. Who would use them on an old man nearing death?

That left only the second possibility.

This person was indeed a senior, and had once possessed no low cultivation, but had suffered severe internal injuries and lost all their power.

That made sense.

Combined with the senior's earlier mention of having lost all cultivation, Lei Qingyang's logic fell into place.

He just wasn't sure if this person was truly a senior from the Sword Sect.

But at least this man bore no ill will toward Xuanyun.

Lei Qingyang glanced at the transparent dome above his head.

Only he knew that this dome was actually a Dao artifact called the Heart-Reflecting Mirror.

If anyone showed malice toward the Xuanyun Sword Sect or toward him under the Heart-Reflecting Mirror, the mirror would turn from transparent to red.

"Sect Leader, is there something on this old man's face?"

Chen Xian, feeling unsettled by Lei Qingyang's stare, finally couldn't help asking.

Could this Sect Leader Lei have found a flaw in his identity?

"Ahem! Nothing, I was just wondering which uncle-master you might be."

Reminded, Lei Qingyang realized his scrutiny was too obvious and quickly covered for himself.

Chen Xian's heart tightened as he probed, "And have you figured it out? My surname is Chen, the character for 'ear' and 'east,' and my given name is Xian, the character for 'admire.' I was just an ordinary disciple before. You don't need to address me so respectfully."

"Oh! Uncle-master Chen, I have some recollection, some recollection!" Lei Qingyang nodded, whether truly remembering or not.

He then said seriously, "Even if you were only an outer disciple back then, your seniority is greater than mine, so you are still my uncle-master!"

With that, he waved his hand.

"Hongyue, take Uncle-master to find a place to rest for now, and on my authority, go to the Pill Hall and get a Life-Prolonging Pill for him to take."

He tossed Shangguan Hongyue a jade token as a credential, then clasped his hands toward Chen Xian. "Uncle-master, the great battle with the Blood Demon Sect is imminent, and sect affairs are pressing. I won't keep you company for now."

"If you need anything, just find Hongyue. She has my token."

Chen Xian was overjoyed that not only had his identity issue been resolved so easily, but he was also getting a Life-Prolonging Pill.

He quickly clasped his hands in return. "Thank you, Sect Leader. Go ahead with your work. This old man has finally returned to his roots and dares not ask for more."

"You're too polite, Uncle-master!"

Lei Qingyang nodded and left the meeting hall with the remaining elders.

"Senior... no, Uncle-master Grandmaster, come with me!"

Shangguan Hongyue's face was full of joy. She was genuinely happy that the senior had returned to the sect.

Chen Xian was happy too. He could finally cultivate properly!

An eighty-year-old man starting his cultivation path—don't underestimate the old!