With fresh chives delivering themselves to his door, Hong Yuan wasted no words and spoke straight to the point.
His gaze settled on Nan Guyun, and all manner of information about the Huaxi Sword Sect surfaced in his mind.
Aside from chanting Buddhist scriptures, raking in money, and attending to female Bodhisattvas, the monks of the Vajra Temple did occasionally do something useful.
Gathering information on the Profound Ice Sect and the Huaxi Sword Sect, for instance.
Minor matters such as vanquishing demons and relieving the distressed could wait eighty or a hundred years, but competitors had to be taken seriously.
Since the three sects belonged to different commanderies and stood far apart, sending people to splash black dog blood over a rival's gates, blow up their alchemy furnaces, or steal their official seal was rather difficult.
Analyzing and dissecting the other two sects' martial arts, devising countermeasures, and compiling secret dossiers on their important members, however, were essential tasks.
In the Vajra Temple's archives, the wariness toward the Huaxi Sword Sect exceeded even that toward the Profound Ice Sect.
The Vajra Temple and the Profound Ice Sect were established "industry giants," relatively stable, while the Huaxi Sword Sect was an "upstart" that had shattered the old order and risen with overwhelming momentum.
Its sharp edge was fully exposed!
Within the Huaxi Sword Sect, the most important figure, and the one most deserving of attention, was naturally its current Sword Master, Feng Nanyan.
Sword practitioners across the world were as numerous as carp crossing a river.
Yet among those countless thousands upon thousands of swordsmen, Feng Nanyan remained one of the most dazzling pearls, qualified to contend for the summit.
The Vajra Temple's research on Feng Nanyan's life, personality, and martial arts nearly filled an entire large room.
That alone