Ghost Sword King

"Gu Yifan, return my weapon. Besides, you didn't find any supreme treasures, so shouldn't you uphold your promise?"

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

For a moment, everyone's gazes shifted to Gu Yifan, their faces displaying wonderfully varied expressions.

This Gu Yifan was one of the Three Heroes of Jiangyun Kingdom, the top core disciple of the Imperial Dao Sect, and a peerless genius with a Seventh-grade Bloodline. If he truly kowtowed to Lu Ren, a mere scrap bloodline, he would likely be ridiculed by the geniuses of the Four Great Sects.

Gu Yifan's face turned ashen. He gave Lu Ren a deep look before crashing to his knees before him, utterly humiliated. He then kowtowed three times.

Afterward, he got up, threw the Ghost Slaying Sword and the ring back to Lu Ren, and said, "Lu Ren, you still have a scrap bloodline. You'll never be able to enter the Spirit Stream Realm. If you have the guts, stay behind your master forever!"

With that, he chuckled, suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and left directly.

Seeing that Lu Ren had no supreme treasures on him, Xie Kuang also breathed a sigh of relief and followed suit.

Without improving his bloodline, Lu Ren would never enter the Spirit Stream Realm. A scrap bloodline was like an insect, only able to crawl on the ground, unable to tread the path of martial arts.

The elders from other sects also departed.

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

However, Lu Ren's bloodline had not improved, nor had he obtained any supreme treasures from the Ancient Emperor Tuoshe. But they speculated that Lu Ren must have received some fortuitous encounters from the Ancient Emperor Tuoshe.

Still, they no longer cared. With a scrap bloodline, even with more fortuitous encounters, he wouldn't have the ability to utilize them or enter the Spirit Stream Realm.

Such a disciple would not cause any significant trouble in the future and would eventually fade into the crowd.

"Disciple, let's head back too!"

Yun Qingyao called for the Cloud Sparrow. The two of them sat on the Cloud Sparrow and flew towards the Qingyun Sect.

On the way!

Yun Qingyao suddenly spoke, asking, "Disciple, now that your bloodline hasn't changed, the Grand Elder will surely inform the sect about your situation. The sect might not attach much importance to you. Although I am your master, I can't help you much. In the future, if you want to establish yourself in the sect, you'll have to rely on yourself!"

"Master, this disciple understands!"

Lu Ren nodded.

He still had a scrap bloodline. Theoretically, the further he cultivated, the more limited his potential would become.

But what everyone didn't know was that he had obtained the ancient cultivation technique, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill. As long as he opened eighteen Spiritual Apertures, he could enter the Spirit Stream Realm.

The Cloud Sparrow flew swiftly, weaving through the clouds.

Jiangyun Kingdom.

On a mountaintop shrouded in mist.

"Master, your disciple failed in his duties this time, allowing that useless Lu Ren to kill your two esteemed disciples. I beg Master to punish... punish me!"

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

The old man, clad in a black robe and seated in a wheelchair, lacked legs. He faced the sea of clouds with his back to Gu Yifan.

Despite being only a back, even a broken one, the aura emanating from the old man made Gu Yifan's heart pound with fear and awe.

Suddenly, the old man flicked his finger, and a stream of sword energy swept out, slicing into Gu Yifan's left arm.

"Ah!"

Gu Yifan cried out in pain, watching as his left arm flew off and landed before him, blood gushing out continuously.

Gu Yifan clutched his wound tightly. The intense pain instantly drained the color from his face, leaving his lips pale, veins bulging on his forehead, and covered in cold sweat.

Yet, he dared not utter a word of complaint. His hatred for Lu Ren intensified. If it weren't for Lu Ren this time, not only would he not have been punished by his master, but he would have even received a reward.

"Lu Ren, just you wait. I will absolutely make you suffer!"

Gu Yifan roared inwardly, blaming Lu Ren for everything.

The old man flicked his finger, sending a pill into Gu Yifan's mouth. He said calmly, "This pill will rapidly heal your injuries. You disrupted my grand plan, and severing your arm is your punishment, to make you remember. Now, tell me, what exactly happened!"

After taking the pill, Gu Yifan miraculously found that his severed arm had stopped bleeding, and the pain had vanished. He immediately felt immense gratitude towards his master.

"Master, this is what happened..."

Gu Yifan recounted the entire incident.

"That Lu Ren must have obtained a fortuitous encounter from the Ancient Emperor Tuoshe to have the strength to kill Zhang Quan. However, with his scrap bloodline, he can never enter the Spirit Stream Realm, so he is no longer a threat," the Ghost Sword King analyzed.

"I knew how he could have killed Old Six!" Gu Yifan said with his head bowed.

"Gu Yifan, you should know my expectations for you. Besides the eldest, you are the most outstanding. In the future, when I step down, the position of Ghost Sword King will be yours. Severing your arm today is not just a punishment, but also a warning!"

The Ghost Sword King pushed his wheelchair and slowly turned around, his cloudy yet profound eyes fixing on Gu Yifan.

Gu Yifan was instantly filled with excitement. Thinking of becoming the new Ghost Sword King in the future, he no longer harbored any resentment about his master severing his left arm. All he felt was reverence.

"Master, I will treat this severed arm as a warning!" Gu Yifan said.

"Alright, you can go now!" the Ghost Sword King said.

"Master, is that it? Lu Ren killed two of your disciples, and that's just going to be overlooked?" Gu Yifan asked, confused. Based on the Ghost Sword King's usual methods, he would have expected him to send someone to kill Lu Ren.

"Lu Ren is Yun Qingyao's disciple. It's not convenient for me to openly oppose Yun Qingyao at the moment. You should know Yun Qingyao's standing in the Jiangyun Kingdom!" the Ghost Sword King explained.

"Then we can't just sit around and do nothing, can we?" Gu Yifan pressed.

"Lu Ren only has a Scrap Bloodline and won't achieve much in the future. I'll have Chu Feiyang find an opportunity to kill Lu Ren!" The Ghost Sword King, seated in his wheelchair, moved like a sharp sword through the sea of clouds, disappearing from Gu Yifan's sight in an instant.

Meanwhile!

News that Lu Ren had received the inheritance of the Ancient Emperor Tuoshe spread to every corner of the Jiangyun Kingdom. Everyone knew that Lu Ren hadn't improved his bloodline and still possessed a Scrap Bloodline, solidifying his reputation as a waste. Furthermore, Lu Ren had offended the Ghost Sword Gate, and even with Saintess Yun Qingyao protecting him, he wouldn't have a good outcome in the future.