Ling Tian Sword God-Chapter 564 - 562 Mysterious Person_1

"What are you lot babbling about here?"

Suddenly, a stern voice was heard, and two figures approached. They were none other than Great Elder Shangguan Hong and Nie Wu Xiang.

"Great Elder, we beg your forgiveness."

A few disciples quickly knelt to apologize.

"Forget it. I’ll let it pass this time, but if you dare to gossip again, you will not be shown mercy!"

Shangguan Hong said coldly.

"Yes, yes!"

The disciples clasped their hands and then hurriedly retreated.

"With no progress on the matter, it seems the disciples are growing anxious."

Nie Wu Xiang took a step forward and sighed.

"Alas, I don’t know who is targeting our Divine Intent Sect from the shadows. Master Shentu has also yet to emerge from his seclusion, and I’m worried he might have encountered some mishap during his cultivation."

A look of worry appeared on Shangguan Hong’s face.

Though he wasn’t fond of Shentu Yan, and even genuinely disliked him, the latter was, after all, immensely powerful. At a time like this, a strong individual was needed to stabilize the situation.

"I also haven’t had news of my master for a long time. He has been in secluded cultivation in the back mountains, but only Ye Nantian knew his exact location. Now that Ye Nantian is dead, I fear no one else knows."

Nie Wu Xiang shook his head.

WHOOSH! 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Just as the two were preparing to leave, a sound of rushing wind suddenly cut through the air. A dark figure appeared without warning behind them and then attacked decisively, capturing Shangguan Hong in a single move.

"Great Elder!"

Nie Wu Xiang was greatly alarmed. He clearly never imagined that a sneak attack would occur within the Divine Intent Sect, nor that the assailant possessed such terrifying strength as to capture Shangguan Hong in one move.

Shangguan Hong himself was even more astounded. He was captured before he could even react, utterly unable to resist.

"Damn it!"

With a furious roar, Shangguan Hong struggled free from his restraints and landed on the ground. He looked up and saw a man in black standing before him, his face masked, obscuring his true features.

"Who are you?"

A look of bewildered suspicion flickered in Shangguan Hong’s eyes before his gaze hardened. "You must be the one responsible for the recent successive disappearances of our Divine Intent Sect members, aren’t you? Why are you targeting our Divine Intent Sect?"

The man in black remained silent in the face of Shangguan Hong’s interrogation. Then, he suddenly raised his right hand and removed his face covering.

The man in black’s true face was instantly revealed before Shangguan Hong.

"It’s you? How could it possibly be you?!"

The moment Shangguan Hong saw the man in black’s true face, an expression of utter disbelief appeared on his own. He clearly could never have imagined the man in black’s true identity.

CRACK!

Before the shock on Shangguan Hong’s face could even fade, a hand, shaped like a claw, suddenly pierced through the air and viciously plunged into his chest.

Blood spurted out as the claw tore through Shangguan Hong’s heart, crushing his heart meridians.

"Devour!"

The man in black roared. A devouring force suddenly erupted from his palm, absorbing all of Shangguan Hong’s cultivation power and Essence Blood.

Soon, Shangguan Hong’s body withered into a desiccated corpse and collapsed heavily.

"The mere cultivation of a Sky Apex Realm First Layer is truly paltry. If I could devour the cultivation of experts like Sikong Yi and the Black Market Master, my divine technique would achieve Great Accomplishment, and no one in the entire Martial World would be able to threaten me."

The man in black’s eyes glinted with a calculating light.

With that, his figure flickered, and he vanished from where he stood...

...

「Green Cloud Mountain.」

After the matter involving Linghu Yi concluded, the entire Cyan Robe Association entered a period of reorganization. Anyone who had colluded with or been connected to Linghu Yi’s faction was purged; they were either dispatched to branch headquarters or forced to leave Green Cloud Mountain.

This swift and decisive reorganization was primarily overseen by Liu Feiyue, while Ling Chen rarely interfered. Typically, he was in secluded cultivation, preparing for the upcoming Nine Dragons Lake Sword Conference.

This Nine Dragons Lake Sword Conference would gather talents from all over the land. Renowned young masters from the Jianghu would all journey to Nine Dragons Lake for a climactic duel among the younger generation.

Furthermore, Ling Chen learned that besides the younger generation, some slightly older masters, and even veteran masters from the previous generation, would also travel to Nine Dragons Lake to observe the Sword Conference and even interact with the young talents.

Although Ling Chen’s current strength was quite good, he couldn’t be considered top-tier among the entire younger generation. So, during this seclusion, Ling Chen planned to improve himself comprehensively, striving to reach the pinnacle of his generation.

Currently, as The Master of Cyan Robe Association, Ling Chen had all the resources of the Cyan Robe Association at his disposal. With such an abundance of resources and his talent, it would not be difficult for Ling Chen to elevate his cultivation to The Master of the Sixth Realm.

「Before he knew it, two months had passed.」

On the summit of a back mountain of Green Cloud Mountain, Ling Chen was practicing his swordsmanship.

Ling Chen’s swordsmanship was incredibly fast, countless times faster than the gales raging on the mountaintop. Each sword strike was traceless to the eye, leaving only a fine line in the air. Due to the immense speed of his sword, these lines lingered as new ones constantly appeared. They grew increasingly numerous and dense around Ling Chen, eventually forming what looked like a sphere enveloping him.

On a higher, nearby mountain peak, Liu Feiyue and Qing Luo stood together.

"This boy’s progress is astonishingly fast; it’s like advancing a thousand miles in a single day," Qing Luo said softly, her jade-like hand cupping her cheek.

Liu Feiyue said, "I’ll go test his skills."

The words had barely left her lips when Liu Feiyue’s figure flashed, covering over a hundred meters in an instant. She appeared above Ling Chen’s head and slashed down with her sword.

This sword strike was incomparably sharp. The sword light resembled a radiant white moon descending from the heavens, its brilliant white luminescence illuminating all directions.

"Well met!"

Ling Chen had long known Qing Luo and Liu Feiyue were watching him practice his swordsmanship, so he wasn’t surprised. His footwork shifted, and he met her attack with his own sword.

BOOM!

Space itself seemed to tremble, and the air between them distorted.

"Good! Then face my Four Styles of the White Moon!"

Liu Feiyue’s figure weaved around Ling Chen, her long sword striking as fast as white lightning, each thrust aimed at him.

Ling Chen remained stationary, effortlessly parrying the incoming sword glints. Then, at a crucial moment, he launched a sharp counterattack, forcing Liu Feiyue to fall back, unable to link her next move.

Such fast swordsmanship.

Liu Feiyue’s shapely brows furrowed slightly. As one of the Four Outstanding Talents, there were very few in the younger generation who could match her in combat. In fact, among the Four Outstanding Talents, she, Mo Wuya, and Su Ziling were roughly equal in strength, with Yun Qinghong being only a notch stronger; overall, they were largely comparable.

I’ve already unleashed seventy percent of my full strength, yet, unexpectedly, I’m still no match for Ling Chen. This would have been absolutely unthinkable in the past!