The Bearing of a Sword Cultivator

The Fat True Person's gaze turned strange as he looked at Xu Chan.

After a moment, he could not help saying, "The Thunder Sword's true disciple may have a heavenly spiritual root, but surely this is going too far? The treasured tree at my home falls far short of the legendary Jianmu—not even one ten-thousandth its equal—but it is still a thousand-year-old tree. Using it to make a sword for a Qi Refinement cultivator would be rather wasteful."

"Senior Brother Zhongli saved me from fire and water all those years ago. Without him, I would have died on Great Li Mountain, my path ended with my life. How else could I have become Feng Yan?"

After a moment's silence, Xu Chan said slowly, "Now that we've found someone worthy with a heavenly spiritual root to inherit Senior Brother Zhongli's mantle, I will do everything I can to make his name resound throughout the Southern Wilderness!"

What had happened back then was hard to explain in a few words.

When all was said and done, the sect had indeed failed the Thunder Sword Lineage.

At the time, the Western Mountain had invaded in force, and the sect was a house battered by wind and rain.

A grand elder of the Rosy Sword Lineage was nearing the end of his lifespan and had resolved to stake his life on a forced breakthrough to Nascent Soul. As a result, the sect's Golden Core protector had been unable to rush to Great Li Mountain.

In the end, the Thunder Sword Lineage had perished to the last at Great Li Mountain, while the elder's breakthrough had failed. He, too, had died, his path ending with his life.

From then on, the Clear Void Temple had overtaken the Sword Gate, leaving it the third-ranked sect among