One Sword, Instant Kill—You're the Strongest Sequence

The air quality was terrible, the infrastructure was practically nonexistent, and on top of that, the fat man beside him ate huge piles of meat every day and never threw the leftovers away. He was greasy all over. This place simply wasn't fit for human habitation.

"Hehe, let me repeat myself. My name is Force Priest, not Fat Priest. Also... if you're unhappy with this place, you can answer their calls. I can accept that."

Force Priest took a bite of his chicken drumstick as though he did not care in the slightest.

Thunder Priest knew that the fat man before him valued food above all else. As long as he had something to eat, he could live happily anywhere. But Thunder Priest could not do that. After thinking for a long time, he finally answered the call that had come again and again.

"What is it?"

"Hehe, Thunder Priest finally decided to answer?"

A somewhat grating voice came from the other end. Thunder Priest was not angered, merely replying with a smile, "Didn't you ignore my calls back then too? What do you have to say this time?"

"We're the same as you now."

"So you've become homeless dogs too?"

Thunder Priest chewed on the faint smile at the corner of his mouth, apparently still somewhat displeased that they had refused to answer his calls a few days ago.

"Don't put it so harshly. At the end of the day, we're all members of the Spirit Cult. The High Priests are all hiding because they're afraid their precise locations will be found. Now, only Priests like us can help each other."

That had been Thunder Priest's thought a few days ago.

They had rejected him then, yet now they were bringing it up again. Though he was somewhat displeased, he did not argue. He simply asked, "So what are you planning to do?"

"You told me before that we should help each other and hide. That idea isn't wrong... but it only treats the symptoms, not the cause. The Special Organization's influence covers all of Cang City. We can't hide for long."

"At this point, there's only one way for us to survive... fight them to the death!"

"Fight to the death? How?"

Thunder Priest narrowed his eyes. He could feel the sequence energy within him beginning to stir. He had long grown sick of living like a rat in a basement. Now that the other party had proposed fighting the Special Organization to the death, even his blood began to boil.

"It's simple. We strike first. The defenses in southern Cang City are weak. If we join forces, we can definitely get our hands on Su Yu. He will surely make an exception and let us enter the Spirit Realm!"

"That way, all of us can survive!"

At that moment, Force Priest, who had been gnawing on a chicken drumstick at the side, suddenly spoke.

"What if we fail?"

"Fail? Do you think we can survive just by hiding forever?! We might as well take a gamble—gamble that the Special Organization isn't prepared, gamble that they won't see it coming!"

"Hehe... interesting. I'm in too."

Force Priest spoke with a beaming smile. Judging solely by his appearance, he looked like he was saying, "Here, kid, Uncle will give you a lollipop." Warm and kind.

A soft laugh came from the other end of the call, followed by a text message.

"This is the address where we'll gather. I suggest you get here quickly. I've contacted the other Priests as well. Aside from Soul Priest Li Kong, who suddenly can't be found, every other surviving Priest has agreed to my plan."

"This is the first time our Spirit Cult has worked together with one heart. I hope we have a pleasant cooperation."

"Alright. Pleasant cooperation."

The call ended. Thunder Priest looked at the address they had sent... Dragon Sky Building, 12L.

"Students, class is over."

Su Xing said with a smile. He removed the headphones from his ears, sheathed his greatsword, then walked several steps to the sword rack nearby and leaned his sword against it.

Only a few swords that Su Xing found fairly comfortable to use remained on the rack.

The old curator had taken all the other swords away. Su Xing had no idea why he had taken so many swords. It could not be that he intended to teach others how to practice swordsmanship after returning home, could it?

Su Xing dismissed his wild thoughts and sighed lightly. "I need to talk to the manufacturer and have them send over some swords. Otherwise, if we start holding offline classes later, there won't be enough equipment."

After putting away his sword, Su Xing shut down the computer used for livestreaming and opened the system panel to check his Swordsmanship Points.

[Swordsmanship Points: 19]

It had been about a week since the curator had left.

Over that time, Su Xing had gradually gone from being unaccustomed to his role to adapting to being the sword hall's curator. Quite a few students' mothers had started visiting the sword hall more frequently after its owner had been replaced by someone younger and more handsome. Sometimes, they even came over and forgot to bring their children.

However, Su Xing had no interest in them. Compared to that, Swordsmanship Points were far more exciting.

"Finally, I can advance White-Line Slash to Tier Three as well."

Su Xing muttered to himself as he stood alone in the training hall. Once White-Line Slash successfully advanced, he would probably be able to charge in and out among a dozen or even a hundred Tier Three Sequence users by himself. After all, his strength had already far surpassed the level of Tier Three.

With that thought, Su Xing suppressed the excitement in his heart and was about to head into the room.

At that moment, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly rang in his ear. Su Xing froze, then swept his gaze around, but found no one at all. Seeing his reaction, the voice clearly became much more cheerful and spoke again.

"Bro, stop looking. I'm not nearby. Can you hear me?"

"Bro, stop looking. I'm not nearby. Can you hear me?"

Su Yu's voice continuously echoed in Su Xing's ears. Su Xing smiled and asked a question, only then realizing that he did not seem to have the ability to transmit his voice across such a distance. He took out his phone and sent a message.

"Xiao Yu, how did you do that?"

"I don't know what happened either. I suddenly awakened a new Sequence, and my level shot straight up to the peak of Tier Two. This new Sequence ranks pretty low and doesn't have much combat ability, but it's quite convenient to use."

"If I run into any danger later, I can directly ask you for help, Bro."

"..."

Su Xing was momentarily speechless. He sent back, "Who curses themselves like that?"

"Hehe, I won't say more for now. We're having a meeting here. They said they found unusual movements from the Spirit Cult Priests and told us all to stay inside the building and not go out. So Shen Ruyun and I probably won't be returning to the sword hall for the next couple of days."

Su Xing replied, "Alright, got it."

After the message was sent, Su Yu did not speak again for quite a while. Only then did Su Xing put away his phone and head deeper into the room.

As for the Spirit Cult Priests Su Yu had mentioned, Su Xing no longer regarded them as a threat at all. Once White-Line Slash successfully advanced, so long as no Tier Four members of the Spirit Cult appeared, Su Xing was certain that he could single-handedly sweep away every Tier Three expert in the Spirit Cult.

Still, Su Xing was not overly arrogant, because Su Yu had told him the real reason why the Spirit Cult's High Priests had not acted.

It was only because the Special Organization headquarters had been hunting down every High Priest throughout Cang City that they would rather abandon their subordinates than dare reveal their locations.

But who could guarantee that some desperate High Priest would not suddenly make a move?

The Spirit Cult at this moment was like a tiger about to descend to the plains, like a dragon stranded in shallow waters. Though weakened, it absolutely could not be underestimated. Su Xing let out a heavy breath, restored clarity to his gaze as he stood before the door, then twisted the doorknob open.

He had to become stronger!

Click.

With a click, clean white light illuminated the dark room.

Su Xing walked to the side of the bed, braced one hand against the floor, and slid down the edge of the bed until he was seated directly on the floor. On the table beside him sat a bag of fragrant chicken drumstick rice.

He had just ordered it for delivery. After spending his points, eating something would help him recover from his weakened state faster.

Su Xing propped up his chin with his right hand as the pale blue system panel floated before him.

[Sword Saint Profession System]

[Name: Su Xing]

[Age: 22]

[Profession: Swordsman, Sword Hall Coach]

[Professional Skills: White-Line Slash lv1 (578/2000), Piercing lv1 (1256/2000), White-Blade Stance lv1 (184/30000), Mortal Sword lv1 (257/30000)]

[Swordsmanship Points: 19]

"Whew, it's time to advance White-Line Slash."

Su Xing exhaled a breath of stale air and stared intently at White-Line Slash under [Professional Skills].

His eyes were filled with incomparable fervor and longing. Every advancement brought him an indescribable thrill. The more levels he gained in a single advancement, the better Su Xing felt. Pleasure came with pain, but the more it hurt, the better it felt. Sometimes, Su Xing even wondered whether he had masochistic tendencies.

Su Xing shook his head, trying to throw those strange thoughts out of his mind. Then he fixed his gaze on White-Line Slash once more and roared inwardly.

"System, add them!"

As his words fell, a confirmation window abruptly appeared on the system panel within Su Xing's vision.

[Sword Saint Profession System]

[Swordsmanship Points: 19]

[Add 18 Swordsmanship Points to White-Line Slash? Yes/No]

Su Xing was already used to this. He merely nodded faintly and thought, Yes.

With a swish, eighteen of the nineteen Swordsmanship Points on the Sword Saint Profession System vanished, leaving behind only a single lonely point. White-Line Slash on the system panel also blurred for a moment, only revealing its new form after quite a while.

[Your Professional Skill "White-Line Slash lv1" has leveled up to "White-Line Slash lv6"]

[Your Professional Skill "White-Line Slash lv6" has advanced to "Myriad Swords Return to the Origin v1"]

"Myriad Swords Return to the Origin?"

As someone who had transmigrated from another world, although more than twenty years had passed, Su Xing still had a very clear understanding of those four words. Wasn't that the sword technique from Wind and Cloud? It had also appeared in Chinese Paladin.