Flesh-and-Blood Martial Way

"Hm~"

Zhang Sanxian lowered his hands and chuckled hoarsely. "You changed your face pretty fast. Where did that unyielding arrogance from just now go? Why not put it back on?"

"Huff~ huff~ huff~"

The Scripture Keeper panted, utterly weak. "I yield. I truly yield. The pain you inflicted—it's something I, I have never experienced in my life, something I couldn't even imagine in my worst nightmares. I surrender completely. Ask whatever you want, and I'll answer."

"Ah~ Wouldn't it have been better if you'd done this from the start?"

Zhang Sanxian shook his head and clicked his tongue. "People always refuse to shed tears until they see the coffin. One word: pathetic."

"Yes, yes."

The Scripture Keeper bowed his head humbly. "I am pathetic. I am lowly."

"Good. Then I'll start asking."

Zhang Sanxian's smile vanished as he asked coldly, "What is your name? What kind of organization is this Holy Sect? And what sort of position is a Scripture Keeper?"

"My original name is Shen Jianshan."

The Scripture Keeper—Shen Jianshan—spoke slowly. "The Holy Sect's full name is the Heaven-Piercing Sect. People of the martial world call it the Demon Sect.

"The position of Scripture Keeper is a middle-ranking post within the sect. We are mainly responsible for sect affairs in designated regions, selecting talent and developing subordinates.

"For instance, those Four Chieftains are my subordinates, and they also belong to the very lowest ranks of the sect.

"At the same time, when we travel the world, people of the martial world generally regard us as representatives of the Holy Sect.

"Thus, when the Holy Sect negotiates with other powers, we are usually the ones who step forward.

"In short, most of the miscellaneous external affairs of the Holy Sect are piled onto us Scripture Keepers."

"Understood."

Zhang Sanxian nodded.