Ghost Sword King

"Gu Yifan, return my weapon. Besides, you didn't find any supreme treasure either. Isn't it time you honored your promise?"

Lu Ren looked at Gu Yifan, his voice calm and detached.

For a moment, everyone's gaze shifted to Gu Yifan, their faces displaying a most marvelous array of expressions.

Gu Yifan was one of the Three Outstanding Figures of Jiangyun Kingdom, the First Core Disciple of the Imperial Dao Sect, and a peerless genius with a Seventh-grade Bloodline. If he truly kowtowed to Lu Ren, a Scrap Bloodline, he would likely become the laughingstock of the geniuses from the four great sects.

Gu Yifan's face turned ashen. He stared deeply at Lu Ren, then dropped to his knees before him with a thunderous crash, utterly humiliated, and kowtowed three times in succession.

He then climbed back to his feet and threw the Ghost Slaying Sword and the ring to Lu Ren. "Lu Ren, you are still a Scrap Bloodline. You will never be able to step into the Spirit Stream Realm. If you have the ability, then hide behind your master forever!"

After saying that, he smiled, suppressing the killing intent in his heart, and left directly.

Seeing that Lu Ren had no supreme treasure on him, Xie Kuang also breathed a sigh of relief and left after him.

Since Lu Ren had not improved his bloodline, it was impossible for him to enter the Spirit Stream Realm. A Scrap Bloodline was like an insect, capable only of crawling on the ground, unable to set foot upon the path of martial arts.

The several elders from the other sects also departed one after another.

This trip to the Tuoshe Cave Mansion had surpassed everyone's expectations. No one had imagined that Lu Ren would ultimately obtain the inheritance of Ancient Emperor Tuoshe.

However, Lu Ren had not improved his bloodline, nor had he obtained Ancient Emperor Tuoshe's supreme treasure. Still, they guessed that Lu Ren must have received some opportunities left behind by Ancient Emperor Tuoshe.

Yet they did not care anymore. A Scrap Bloodline, even if given opportunities, had no ability to make use of them and could not enter the Spirit Stream Realm.

A disciple like that would never stir up any waves in the future. In the end, he would only vanish into the crowd.

"Disciple, let's return as well!"

Yun Qingyao summoned the Cloud Sparrow. The two of them sat upon its back and flew toward the Qingyun Sect.

On the way!

Yun Qingyao suddenly spoke and asked, "Disciple, now that your bloodline has not changed, the Grand Elder will definitely report your situation to the sect. The sect may not value you, and though I am your master, there is only so much I can do for you. If you want to gain a foothold in the sect in the future, you will still have to rely on yourself!"

"Master, this disciple understands!"

Lu Ren nodded.

He was still a Scrap Bloodline. In theory, the further he cultivated, the more limited his potential would become.

But what no one knew was that he had obtained an ancient cultivation art, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill. As long as he opened eighteen Spiritual Apertures, he would be able to enter the Spirit Stream Realm.

The Cloud Sparrow flew swiftly, weaving through the sea of clouds.

Jiangyun Kingdom.

Atop a mountain peak wreathed in mist and clouds.

"Master, this disciple failed in his task. That trash Lu Ren killed two of your disciples. Master, please pun... punish me!"

Gu Yifan knelt before an old man, his handsome face filled with terror, his voice trembling as he spoke.

The old man wore black robes and sat in a wheelchair. He had no legs, and he faced the sea of clouds with his back toward Gu Yifan.

Though it was merely a back view, and even an incomplete one, the aura emanating from the old man made Gu Yifan's heart tremble with fear. He could only gaze upon him in awe.

Suddenly, the old man flicked two fingers like a sword. A strand of Sword Qi swept forth and sliced through Gu Yifan's left arm.

Ah!

Gu Yifan let out a miserable scream and watched as his left arm flew away, landing before him while blood gushed endlessly from the wound.

Gu Yifan clutched his wound tightly. The intense pain instantly drained all color from his face, turning his lips white as veins bulged across his forehead and cold sweat covered him.

Yet he did not dare utter a single complaint. Instead, his hatred for Lu Ren grew even deeper. If not for Lu Ren this time, not only would he not have been punished by his master, he might even have received a reward.

Lu Ren, just you wait. I will never let you off lightly!

Gu Yifan roared inwardly, placing all the blame upon Lu Ren.

The old man flicked his finger, sending a pill shooting into Gu Yifan's mouth. He said indifferently, "This pill can swiftly heal your injuries. You have ruined your master's great undertaking. Severing your arm is your punishment, so that you may properly remember this lesson. Now tell me, what exactly happened?"

After swallowing the pill, Gu Yifan astonishingly discovered that blood had stopped flowing from his severed arm, and the pain had vanished as well. He immediately became deeply grateful to his master.

"Master, this is what happened..."

Gu Yifan immediately recounted the entire course of events.

"That Lu Ren must have obtained an opportunity from Ancient Emperor Tuoshe, which gave him the strength to kill Zhang Quan. But he is a Scrap Bloodline and will never be able to enter the Spirit Stream Realm. He is no longer worth fearing."

The Ghost Sword King analyzed the matter.

"I knew it. How could he possibly have killed Sixth Brother?"

Gu Yifan said with lowered eyes.

"Gu Yifan, you should know what your master expects of you. Aside from Eldest Brother, you are the most outstanding. When your master retires in the future, the position of Ghost Sword King will be yours. Severing one of your arms today was not merely punishment—it was also a warning!"

The Ghost Sword King slowly turned his wheelchair with both hands. His murky yet profound eyes fixed upon Gu Yifan.

Gu Yifan was instantly overjoyed. Thinking that he would become the next Ghost Sword King in the future, he no longer harbored the slightest resentment over his master severing his left arm. All that remained was reverence.

"Master, I will treat this severed arm as a warning!"

Gu Yifan said.

"Very well. You may leave now!"

The Ghost Sword King said.

"Master, are we simply letting this matter pass? Lu Ren killed two of your disciples. Are we really just letting it pass?"

Gu Yifan looked utterly confused. Given the Ghost Sword King's usual way of doing things, he should have sent someone to kill Lu Ren.

"Lu Ren is Yun Qingyao's disciple. For now, it is not suitable for your master to openly oppose Yun Qingyao. You should know Yun Qingyao's status in Jiangyun Kingdom!"

The Ghost Sword King said.

"Then we cannot possibly sit still and wait for death, can we?"

Gu Yifan said.

"That Lu Ren is merely a Scrap Bloodline and will achieve little in the future. I will have Chu Feiyang find an opportunity to kill Lu Ren!"

Seated in his wheelchair, the Ghost Sword King shot through the sea of clouds like a sharp sword. In the blink of an eye, he had vanished from before Gu Yifan.

At the same time!

News that Lu Ren had obtained the inheritance of Ancient Emperor Tuoshe spread throughout every corner of Jiangyun Kingdom.

Everyone learned that Lu Ren had not improved his bloodline and was still a Scrap Bloodline. The name of trash was once again firmly stamped upon him.

Moreover, Lu Ren had offended the Ghost Sword Gate. Even with Saintess Yun Qingyao protecting him, he would not have a good ending in the future.