Jin Wangsun suddenly burst into a shrill, piercing, wildly arrogant laugh.
The sound rumbled through the sky, even drawing many disciples aboard the hovering Myriad Phenomena Sword Sect dharma vessel above the distant sea of clouds to peer over this way.
Only when Zhu Chengfei's expression had gradually stiffened and turned rather ugly
did Jin Wangsun finally stop laughing and speak with the composed ease of an old hand.
"When the Demon Refining Mystic Sect was still at its height, an old cultivator of the Bone Sword Lineage once concealed himself amid the mountains and wilderness of the Southern Border. In secret, he seized an Earth Lung Fire Vein and developed it into his own cultivation ground.
Later, he wished to transform his cultivation ground into a minor Grotto-Heaven, raising his cultivation to a higher realm. Yet he fell short at the final hurdle. The minor Grotto-Heaven was barely completed, but his lamp had run dry and his oil exhausted; he died on the last step of advancing his realm.
Very few knew of this matter. Only that old cultivator's direct disciple, after handling his master's final affairs, returned to the Demon Refining Mystic Sect's mountain gate.
And the remnant you hunted down in the past was a descendant of that direct disciple's disciple.
He fled into the Southern Border precisely to seek out the Grotto-Heaven left behind by his ancestral master, hoping to find a place to hide amid the chaos and, at the same time, obtain the deeper inheritance left by the patriarch of the Bone Sword Lineage.
But as for the result, junior brother, you already knew it. That man's grave injuries proved incurable. Together with the inheritance he carried, he was buried within that minor Grotto-Heaven.
And the criminal cultivator I interrogated earlier was a blood