All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 728 - 394: With Disciples to Comfort Your Loneliness, We Will Have a Future Together_1

It was late morning, and the hundred-day celebration for the Prince's son had not yet begun when Su Bei and his entourage arrived at the Welcome Pavilion.

A gentle breeze from the mountaintop brought with it a blinding flurry of snow, whipping up a mist of flying rain.

From this vantage point, one could clearly see the Inscribed Stone Tablet.

A disciple standing behind Zuo Quan rested his arms on the railings and gazed at the inscriptions on the stone before turning his head to address the elder, "How many cultivators in the world today are qualified to leave behind such inscribed stone tablets?"

Zuo Quan glanced at him and, looking up at the stone tablet, suddenly reflected, "I'm not sure about the present day, but many centuries ago, someone carved three large characters at the base of Penglai Mountain in West State with a single sword strike. The Sword Qi has lingered for a thousand years, and that sword is still embedded there."

"Imperial Square, indeed..."

Upon hearing this, the disciple's expression darkened considerably. "Shangguan Bie Li? How does the Imperial Square sword at the peak of Penglai compare to the Qingping Sword?"

Zuo Quan, stroking his white beard, smiled and said, "Imperial Square—the name certainly carries grandeur. I had some dealings with Shangguan Bie Li, but we didn't quite connect. Eventually, we parted on unfriendly terms due to our differing stances. However, I did get along quite well with one of his junior brothers."

"But ever since Shangguan Bie Li died, my association with him has gradually faded. A sexagenary cycle ago, he sent me a letter, and its contents were rather interesting."

The eyes of another disciple standing behind Zuo Quan narrowed slightly, and then he spoke, "The contents of the letter? Master, are you referring to the three large characters that were newly carved on West State Penglai Mountain? Rule the Western Wasteland?"

Zuo Quan chuckled and shook his head. Then, with a meaningful glance in Su Bei's direction, he said merrily, "Not exactly. Those three characters, much like the Buddhist Twenty-Eight Sons, serve more as a deterrent. In truth, as young friend An Nan mentioned earlier, 'Those fellows really dare to make such claims.' But he is indeed more influential now than Shangguan Bie Li was in his day."

The disciple's smile faded, and he clenched his fists. For the people of the Western Wasteland, the name Shangguan Bie Li had been taboo for many sexagenary cycles. The Cataclysm of Ten Thousand Clans, which began in the Western Wasteland a millennium ago, ended with Shangguan Bie Li—though the circumstances of his death remained a mystery...

"Who is the person Master mentioned?"

Zuo Quan replied, a hint of melancholy in his voice, "He shares the surname Shangguan and is styled Wenda. However, it's said that he is currently entangled by the South Emperor in Fury Sea City."

Another disciple, upon hearing this, remarked, "The South Emperor? Isn't he in the Wilderness Capital? Why would he trap the ancestor of the Underworld Sword Sect in Fury Sea City at this time? It's most likely an unfounded rumor."

Zuo Quan nodded and continued walking forward, his hands clasped behind him.

The quiet, white-haired man following him remained silent.

The silver-haired woman beside him suddenly reached out to pinch his little finger bone, then tilted her head and quietly asked, "Master, do you know his identity?"

Su Bei allowed her small action, grasping her cool fingertips, and said calmly, "Beneath the Western Wilderness Sacred Emperor, there are two National Guardians. If I'm not mistaken, this person should be the one who has had dealings with that old man—the Left Guardian. He hasn't lied; his name is indeed Zuo Quan, just missing a family name. Wanyan Zuoquan."

The name Wanyan Zuoquan was somewhat unfamiliar to Mo Li, though not entirely unheard of. Many of her ancestral records mentioned this surname. Perhaps it was because of the Cataclysm of Ten Thousand Clans a thousand years ago that the entire Western Wasteland still adopted a wait-and-see approach towards the unrest in the Twenty-One Provinces. But this stance certainly could not last for long. The shadow of Western Wasteland Cultivators vaguely present behind Ji Tongzhi indicated that they were already eyeing the fertile land of the Twenty-One Provinces. What Mo Li had not expected was to encounter the legendary Left Guardian here, in Jinzu Court. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

As the two contemplated, the elder who had been walking ahead suddenly stopped. Turning to Mo Li, he spoke, "Since the great catastrophe a thousand years ago, the name Underworld Sword Sect has vanished from the Twenty-One Provinces."

"But it is well known that the Sword Scripture left behind by the Sword Sect—whether for the Path of Immortals or the Royal Path—is an absolute pinnacle of this age. Several sexagenary cycles ago, an elder from the Sword Sect, wielding the Qingping Sword, single-handedly put an end to the turmoil of the Bloody Calamity. Interestingly, both of these calamities, devastating enough to cripple the world, were ultimately ended by Sword Cultivators who practiced the Sword Scripture."

Having said this, Wanyan Zuoquan paused, scrutinizing the white-haired man and the silver-haired woman before smiling nonchalantly. "Both you young friends practice the Sword Scripture and hail from the Sword Sect, I presume?"

"Being invited by the Prince, having silver hair and carrying a sword, and being in the Dao Integration Realm—you must be Miss Mo from the Sword Sect. I trust I'm not mistaken?"

Mo Li glanced involuntarily at Su Bei. Seeing no change in his expression, she stepped forward and took over the conversation, "Elder, your insight is truly sharp."

Wanyan Zuoquan gave Su Bei a profound look, then turned to Mo Li and said with a smile, "What sharp insight? It's merely that Miss Mo does not wish to deceive an old man like me. However, as for this young friend An Nan, I'm afraid my judgment is lacking; I truly cannot discern your identity."