Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 943 - 487: Mercy Shown (Part 2)
Thus, not only did the sword remain unbroken, but it also shattered all impurities of mortal iron, forging a true sword body, akin to a horse-slashing long blade, completely black througout with a finely woven pattern of dragon veins!
Indeed,
Mystic Iron sinks frost and quenches the Nine Abysses, Blood cleanses Dragon Spine to sharpen Guiyuan, Slashing immortals divides bones and breaks sea and mountains, Black light passes through and splits the Star Sky!
Now Tie Dan has the Divine Weapon in hand! With just one more strike, he could kill this Qingtang Sect Master under the sword! Giant Watchtower is eager to try, the sound of the sword is incessant!
But Tie Dan stopped.
After all, it wouldn’t be an honorable victory.
In the end, this battle, Yun Jiangli was absolutely not defeated by Tie Dan’s sword, nor was her Daoist Skill inferior to My Sword.
Purely it was her own Daoist Heart with flaws, unstable foundation, unable to hold in the final enlightenment moment, falling into the demon path, only then caught by Tie Dan’s momentary distraction and severely injured.
Frankly speaking, what Tie Dan defeated was just Yun Jiangli’s body. Without directly breaking the Taichu Dao Domain, it doesn’t count as his win.
But the problem is Tie Dan really couldn’t break it. With his current ability, he still hasn’t reached the level of comprehending the Dao Domain.
Daoist Lord, it’s not something he can handle.
The treasures fought over by the Daoist Lord, are beyond what he currently could touch.
So Tie Dan looked at the egg not far away, unscathed amidst their fierce battle, and no longer troubled.
"You’ve seen my sword, go enlighten your path."
With that, Tie Dan unsheathed his sword and ascended, retrieving the lower half of his body to attach it, flew out of Guiyuan Sea without looking back.
Upon surfacing, Tie Dan saw Xing Yuanzhi had already woken up, now kneeling on the bed copying scriptures.
She spread out the skin left behind by Yun Jiangli, laying it on that Cold Jade Bed. She also undressed her skirt, shed the outer skin, turned the skin over and spread it out, holding a flying knife, meticulously and focused, inscribed dense talismanic Blood Scripture onto her skin’s inner layer, on her back, belly and thighs, stroke by stroke.
Tie Dan glanced over, only to see the scripture seem nonsensical as if it was rambling, with the words not matched each other, but he already knew, understanding this was the Mystic Sect’s Secret Technique standard procedure, likely requiring some Qingtang Sect Master’s direct disciples, orally transmitted code password translation to practice normally.
Considering this time indeed Xing Yuanzhi suffered greatly, losing half a life to send Tie Dan into the cave, later still needs another half a life to get out, moreover her master was seriously injured by him, unable to recover anytime soon, thus no time to teach disciples, it stands to reason she deserves a True Scripture.
Hence Tie Dan patiently waited aside until she finished copying the scripture and dressed before appearing and said,
"Finished, let’s go out."
"Eh? Wha, wait, wait a moment—!"
But Tie Dan, thinking of his brothers, couldn’t care about her feelings, hoisted Xing Yuanzhi onto his shoulder, and amidst another round of howling, directly dashed out from Netherworld Grotto Heaven.
Unfortunately, he came out late.
Of course, he came late, delayed by too long in Guiyuan Sea and with the Sect Master, by the time he came out, Qingtang had already been exterminated.
Yes, breaking the mountain and dismantling the temple, destroying the sect.
Atop Glazed Cliff, the fire raged for the sky, Taoist Temple and palace pavilions had been burned to ashes, countless elaborately-carved and painted buildings, palace temples had all collapsed in the Dao Fire, glazed tiles shattered into powder, mixed with ash and blood mud, covering broken walls and ruins.
The outer courtyard palaces and temples at the foot of the mountain were also uprooted, flattened to the ground, and there were countless Magical Treasure Spirit Beasts, encircling the Glazed Cliff working on soil and wood, chiseling stones and moving mountains, seemingly planning to uproot the entire cliff.
Yes, with such prowess, the one who annihilated Qingtang Sect in an instant, naturally was none other than the assembly of True Beings from Wangwu Mountain.
Lingxiao Peak, Five Stars Peak, Stubborn Elder’s Grotto, Yantai Palace, Jiuli Valley, Hidden Immortal Valley, Taiyi Cave, Ziwei Peak, Heavenly Altar Peak... 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
Thousands of Nascent Soul True Practitioners, like a sky full of stars, formed a great array, setting up a Heaven and Earth Net, making escape impossible. The eight great elders of the Qingtang Sect, who earlier went to hold a meeting at Balcony Peak, were the first to be killed, already beheaded.
These elders of the Qingtang Sect, paragons of Mystic Sect Immortals, were probably adorned with phoenix crowns and bright robes in life, swaying their waists, captivating all in their conversations. Unfortunately, they were now slain through soldier disintegration, disheveled hair and misaligned heads, with blue braids tightly strangling their neck bones, hanging at the top of Glazed Cliff, before the Mountain Gate of the Qingtang Inner Sect, long blood lines dripping, forming pools of blood.
Chu Ruowei, who had once crossed paths with Tie Dan, was at the forefront, her head in the center, displayed for all to see. The gold foil flower on her forehead had been cleft and broken by a sharp sword, with remnants clinging like gelatin, revealing the white fractured skull underneath, the blood dried into black scabs. Her enchanting eyes had likely been blasted away by sword energy, leaving only one half-open eye, the pupil unfocused, reflecting the setting sun at the cliff’s top. That face, which once charmed the world, was now twisted and contorted, red lips cracked, with a trace of blood frozen at the corner, as if mocking this merciless end.
The other sister elders fared no better, clearly overwhelmed at the conference, ambushed and slain in surprise, some with dagger marks splitting their foreheads, deep to the bone, with brain matter seeping out, drying into white frost. Others had their noses broken by Gang Fist, nasal blood mixed with dirt into black mud, sliding down their cheeks, or had lips torn by Hand Wind, teeth knocked loose and scattered, mouths full of bursting blood bubbles, making a faint popping sound. The eight heads swayed in the blood wind, colliding and rocking like the Qingtang’s last death knell.
Not far away, on the burning top of Glazed Cliff, the Qingtang Inner Sect disciples couldn’t escape destruction either, piled like mounds, forming burial mounds.
Some were crushed by magical treasures, spines broken, bodies snapped in two, lower halves a bloody mess, intestines pink and warm, entwined around their legs. Some were blown apart by magic talismans, bodies shattered like mud, intestines trailing in the dust, pale and sticky. Some died in chaotic battles, abdomens gaping open, innards spilled out, liver like deep red mud smeared on the ground. Some died fleeing, trampled into pulp, spleen and kidneys shattered, mixing with bloody urine, emitting a pungent ammonia stench. Some had heads smashed by heavy weapons, skulls caved in, brains splattered, eyes squeezed from sockets, rolling aside. Some were pierced by thousands of swords, chests hollowed, hearts trembling slightly, blood bubbles surfacing at the wound. Others were slain by random swords, both legs cut off at the knees, uneven stumps, marrow exposed, white and red ribs gaping like fences, lungs hanging on bones...
On the mountain of hundreds of corpses, stood a bone banner, with the words "Exterminate Demons" written on it, flags flapping, raising gusts of sword wind, scraping flesh, turning bodies into mud, draining all Daoist Breath Spirit Qi, until skin and flesh fell away, exposing bare white bones, forming a hill of bones. The seeping fluids formed streams, carrying flesh scraps, hairs, and nails, flowing down the cliff into a crimson waterfall.
However, the Mystic Sect had already shown mercy.
Yes, this was already considered mercy.
For they had only killed a few hundred Inner Sect True Inheritors, letting go of most of the Outer Door disciples who hadn’t received the True Instruction.
Those middle-aged women, resembling nuns, now faced yellow like paper, stupefied, only silently kneeling like quails under the Glazed Cliff, watching the blood waterfall cascade from the top, pooling into a blood pond at the base.
Tie Dan witnessed this scene and knew that heavenly destiny was unchangeable, silently tucking Xing Yuanzhi into his sleeve.
Then, a gentle breeze swirled, and Wangwu Mountain Master Xuanjing appeared before Tie Dan, nodding,
"Sect Leader."
Tie Dan bowed and saluted,
"Daoist Lord."
Xuanjing’s gaze swept over the bloodstains on Tie Dan’s shoulder and cuffs, glancing at the Giant Watchtower on his back,
"It seems your message went through. I assume she agreed."
Tie Dan looked directly into Xuanjing’s starry eyes,
"You mean for this? Because she betrayed you, betrayed Wangwu Mountain, and defected to the seat of Cloud Platform, so exterminating the sect was justified?"
Xuanjing remained expressionless,
"No, it was a betrayal of the Mystic Sect."
He slowly raised his hand, and the clouds rolled and unfurled, revealing a distant altar on the Sky Dome, with a ruined body tied to it, suspended, enduring a thousand cuts, flesh shaved from bone, rendered unrecognizable, leaving a skeleton seemingly pecked by crows and gnawed by dogs.
"Qingtang Sect ate from within and outside, betrayed the Mystic Sect, colluded with the Carefree Demoness Luo Danqing, and stole the Upper Forest Secret Collection in exchange for Carefree Demon Technique, all evidence present.
My Wangwu Mountain, through the Hundred True Conference, has decided on behalf of Mystic Sect to eliminate them. As for the chief culprit Yun Jiangli, I am ready to suppress and personally strike to exterminate the demon.
Please report this to the head as such."
Tie Dan looked at the altar with only one person hanging, calculated an auspicious sign for Tang Tong with his fingers, remained silent for a moment, then finally rolled up his sleeves, nodded,
"Alright."
