Chapter 9

After half a day, Yin Yang, who had gone off to an unknown place, finally returned. He brought several large packages, containing food, clothing, spices, and other items, enough to last for several years. However, his face was dark, even more so than when he left.

Returning to the carriage, he broke his usual secrecy. He called Chuxue into the carriage and, in front of Zongshou, spoke directly.

"Having concealed it for so many days, the current situation is perilous and unpredictable. Yin Yang no longer dares to deceive the Young Master. In fact, His Majesty has been out of contact for several months. I just went to inquire and was told that half a month ago, someone witnessed His Majesty being forced into the Sinking Cloud Sea."

There was a light clatter in the carriage as Chuxue accidentally knocked over a teacup beside her, her face drained of all color.

Zongshou, however, narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

Their current location was the Eastern Lin Yun Continent, one of the five largest continents in the Cloud Realm, floating above the Cloud Sea, spanning twelve million square miles.

The Sinking Cloud Sea was to the south of the Eastern Lin Yun Continent. According to ancient legends, this place was filled with numerous mysterious and dangerous areas. Anyone or any beast that entered would surely die.

After ten thousand years, the secrets of this place had been uncovered. However, at this time, the Sinking Cloud Sea was still a place of certain death.

Especially before the outbreak of spiritual energy, apart from the ancient figures in the Cloud Realm, no one could venture deep into it.

It was no wonder that his cousin had the audacity to do this. Entering the Sinking Cloud Sea indeed left little hope of survival.

Chuxue steadied her heart and, gritting her teeth, insisted, "It's just the Sinking Cloud Sea. With His Majesty's abilities, he might still be able to come out from there!"

Yin Yang gave her a cold glance and ignored her, "His Majesty is not a short-lived person, and I know his methods well. The problem is the current struggle for the throne of Qiantian Mountain. His Majesty's several brothers and nephews are all ambitious. For example, Zongyu—"

Chuxue's breath caught, and she no longer argued, frowning, "Isn't it just a struggle for the lord of Qiantian Mountain? At worst, the Young Master won't be the heir!"

"However, without the support of Qiantian Mountain, how will the Young Master deal with His Majesty's several deadly enemies in the future?" Yin Yang sneered, his fists clenched, his eyes filled with a cold and deadly intent.

"I, Yin Yang, am a man of my word. Since I promised His Majesty to protect the Young Master for life and help him inherit the position of the Demon King of Qiantian Mountain, I would rather die without a burial place than break my vow! In any case, we cannot stay here any longer. Before His Majesty left, he ordered us to escort the Young Master to the Lingyun Sect. Now, it seems he had foreseen this. As long as we reach Danling Mountain as soon as possible, we can ensure safety! The rules of Danling Mountain are strict, unlike the Linhai Academy. This journey is dangerous, so the Young Master must be prepared!"

Chuxue breathed a sigh of relief but then showed a hesitant look, "Should we leave now? Just now, I and the Young Master met Zongyu. Lishu Li was also there. Perhaps his fellow disciples are involved—"

Before she could finish, Yin Yang waved his sleeve, interrupting her forcefully, "Now, it's just Zongyu and the Li brothers. In a few days, those with ill intentions will come, making it even harder to leave this Gu Ling Market!"

His words left no room for doubt. Yin Yang acted decisively, immediately standing up and stepping out of the carriage.

Chuxue's expression was uncertain. It wasn't until the cloud carriage rose into the air that she said dejectedly, "It's Xue who has harmed the Young Master! If I had known this, I would have let the Young Master stay at the Linhai Academy."

Zongshou, however, had already let go of his concerns, smiling as if it didn't matter to him. Instead, he was somewhat worried about Chuxue.

His father, at this time, had him taken out of the Linhai Academy, likely because he believed the academy's strength was far from enough to protect him, indicating the strength of his enemies.

Zongshou didn't care much about the position of the Young Master. He had also considered giving up the position and letting his cousins fight for it.

However, from what Yin Yang said, this method didn't seem to be a good strategy. Apart from冒险逃往丹灵山, there was no other way to survive.

In any case, he would have to walk the path of the blade.

Comparatively, he was more concerned about his father's identity.

Qiantian Mountain had once been one of the sacred places of the demon race. After the outbreak of spiritual energy, it still governed millions of demons in the western part of the Eastern Lin Yun Continent.

He vaguely remembered that Qiantian Mountain had changed rulers several times in the past few decades.

None of them were particularly outstanding. The heroes who emerged one after another during the Divine Emperor Era were too brilliant.

This made Qiantian Mountain a blind spot in his memory, and he didn't even know the names of those demon kings.

Let alone the figures before the Divine Emperor Era.

In recent days, he had勉强recalled that ten thousand years ago, the Cloud Realm indeed had a prestigious Tianhu Clan.

However, without new clues, it was difficult to determine which demon king his 'father' was.

Chuxue still sat beside him, her brows furrowed. Zongshou raised an eyebrow and silently took out a willow-leaf talisman knife, which fluttered like a butterfly on his fingertips. It was as thin as a cicada's wing but had considerable weight, different from the ironwood flying knives.

The talisman carvings on the blade were similar to the pine-patterned wind sword he had bought, emphasizing 'speed' and 'sharpness.'

When using this knife, the speed was faster, and the blade tip was sharper. If there was any difference, it was the improvement after thirteen thousand years, making its performance far surpass that of this era.

Additional lines were added, which were completely useless but did not affect its function, making it difficult to discern the true essence of the talisman.

As soon as he took the knife in hand, Zongshou felt the skill of the spirit forging master from the treasure weapon pavilion. The length and width were precise, and the amount of blood copper added was just right, like veins distributed inside. The spiritual energy patterns on the blade were meticulously crafted.

He continued to rotate the knife until he was thoroughly familiar with its shape, center of gravity, weight, and thickness. The flying blade light suddenly stopped.

This was one of the key points of the Six Spirits Blade Control Technique. If one did not truly understand the flying knife in hand, how could one shoot it with perfect accuracy, taking lives with every shot?

The best method was to forge it oneself. However, the current conditions were not ideal, so he had to make do.

Holding the knife with the handle outward and the tip inward, facing the palm, Zongshou held it loosely, closed his eyes, and sat quietly. A thread of true energy flowed into the blade and then returned through the red copper veins.

At this moment, in his body, apart from the four acupoints opened in the qi sea and the fetal wheel, there were five more bright spots on his right arm and left chest, independent of the nine body meridians.

These were the extraordinary acupoints, with the attribute of wind. In later medical books, they were named Lingchi, Luantai, Fengxia, Zhenming, and Guanfeng. After the four acupoints in the fetal wheel were opened, the essence extracted from the green crystal was used by Zongshou to impact these five extraordinary acupoints.

Not only had they been opened, but they were also filled with true energy converted from the essence of wind beasts. The amount stored in each extraordinary acupoint far exceeded the 'qi' circulating in the fetal wheel.

This was a unique technique he had found in the future, to open extraordinary acupoints and increase qi power.

The Six Spirits Blade Control Technique used qi to control the blade and spirit to nourish the blade.

He was far from achieving the latter, but with the true energy stored in these five extraordinary acupoints, he could勉强achieve the former, using qi to control the blade.

The true energy continuously circulated. In just half a moment, Zongshou felt a spiritual connection with the knife in his hand.

He stopped there and switched to another flying knife. At his current level, it was impossible to use spirit to nourish the blade and control it as if it were an extension of his body.

In just a short while, the cloud carriage had already passed through Gu Ling Market and was speeding across the wilderness.

The scenery outside the window flew by, and several figures on distant hills caught his eye.

He felt a sharp pain in his brow and temporarily put down the knife, looking out the window.

"It's Zongyu and the Li brothers, right? Xue, do you know who that person is?"

Next to Zongyu, there was now an old man. His face was withered, he carried a long sword, and his hands resembled bird claws.

Chuxue had already noticed the figures outside before him. Her pupils constricted sharply.

"That's Wu Wei, the fierce sword Wu Wei!"

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