Chapter 10

The courtyard once again returned to its tranquility.

Li Nianfan brought Dahu to the back yard. At first, his face was somewhat anxious, but when he saw the tortoise basking by the pond, he let out a long sigh of relief and his heart eased.

The tortoise was leisurely basking in the sun on the shore, not having disappeared.

It seemed there were no demons in the pond, so they didn't need to move.

He instructed Xiaobai to clear the tableware, while he himself lay down on the reclining chair in the front yard to rest.

Although the sunlight was intense, the shade of the trees made it feel cool.

While resting, he felt the jade pendant in his pocket.

With nothing else to do, he decided to refine the jade pendant.

Feeling inspired, he fetched the tools and began to perfect the phoenix carved on the jade.

Unconsciously, the sky gradually darkened.

At this moment, a thousand miles away, there were two peaks facing each other, both as flat as mirrors.

These two peaks were originally one, rumored to have been split in half by the founding ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect with a single sword strike, hence they were named the Twin Sword Peaks.

On the Twin Sword Peaks, there was a temple, which was the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect.

Bailuoshuang and her two companions hurried to the foot of the mountain. They were panting heavily, having flown without rest, finally returning as quickly as possible.

Even now, they didn't care about their fatigue and rushed up the mountain.

As they climbed the steps, they didn't encounter a single disciple.

Seeing the once glorious Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect in its current state, the three of them couldn't help but feel their eyes turn red.

In the center of the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect's square, a black longsword was embedded in the ground, emitting a strange dark light.

An old man stood in front of the longsword, silent for a long time.

After a while, he let out a long sigh.

"Master Brother, most of the disciples have scattered, and a few who are unwilling to leave say they will stay and share the fate of the sect," a woman in palace attire walked over and said softly.

The old man said in a low voice, "If they won't leave, expel them from the sect. From now on, the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect will cease to exist. Drive them away!"

The woman in palace attire trembled, her eyes slightly moist. "Brother, do we really have no chance of winning?"

"No," the old man shook his head, bitterly. "The Sword Demon has become a demon through his sword. His sword art already contains sword intent. I can't even pull out the sword he planted in the ground, how can I be his match?"

Three years ago, the Sword Demon appeared, wielding the Demon Sword, claiming he would challenge all the sword sects in the world with his own strength.

At first, everyone thought it was a joke, but as the Sword Demon challenged one sword sect after another, the laughter stopped.

The Sword Demon's sword was truly a demon sword. Once unsheathed, it would surely stain a hundred miles with blood!

The Sword Demon had a peculiar habit. Before each challenge, his Demon Sword would fall from the sky and embed itself in the sect. Three days later, he would come to retrieve it. If he defeated the sect, not a single person would be left alive!

Some had thought of hiding the Sword Demon's sword, but until today, no one had been able to pull it out of the ground.

This time, the sect being challenged was the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect. The moment the challenge was received, the old man knew his sect was doomed and began dispersing the disciples without hesitation.

The old man suddenly said, "Sister, you should leave too!"

The woman in palace attire remained calm, as if she had expected this, but firmly shook her head.

The old man sighed, sorrowfully. "Sigh, why do you insist on this?"

"Master, Master, it's bad, Miss has returned."

A disciple rushed over, urgently saying.

"What?"

"Ridiculous!"

The old man and the woman in palace attire both changed their expressions.

"Father, Mother, I'm back." Bailuoshuang had already run over, her cheeks slightly flushed, clearly excited.

"What are you back for? Are you crazy!" The old man almost shouted.

He couldn't help but be anxious. The Sword Demon would come at dawn, and their return at this time was a death sentence!

"Leave quickly!" The woman in palace attire, without hesitation, tried to take Bailuoshuang away.

Bailuoshuang stubbornly said, "Mother, I won't leave. I came back to help Father!"

"With your abilities, how can you help? Get out of here!" The old man said sternly, his face dark.

But Bailuoshuang wasn't angry at all, excitedly saying, "Father, we met a hermit master outside. He can definitely help you, believe me."

The woman in palace attire sighed, gently saying, "Shuang'er, hermit masters aren't so easy to meet. Even if you did, why would they help you?"

She was certain that Bailuoshuang, inexperienced in the world, had been deceived due to the sect's crisis.

Bailuoshuang hurriedly said, "Mother, I'm not lying. The place where the master lives can generate an endless supply of spiritual energy. Even the water is filled with spiritual energy, comparable to elixirs!"

The woman in palace attire gave Bailuoshuang a look, now suspecting that her daughter wasn't just being deceived, but might have lost her mind.

Generate spiritual energy? Drink spiritual water?

It must be a dream.

"Mother, you have to believe me. Brother Luo, quickly take out the item!" Bailuoshuang, eager to prove herself, urged.

The old man angrily said, "Luo Hao, it's bad enough that Little Sister is being ridiculous, why are you following her?"

"Master, we really met a master!" Luo Hao carefully took out a scroll and gently unfolded it.

Since Li Nianfan used ordinary paper, he was afraid of damaging it.

"A piece of paper? You think you can save the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect with this?" The old man was so angry he laughed, shaking his head in disappointment.

Anyone with a bit of sense wouldn't be fooled by a piece of ordinary paper.

Seeing their serious expressions, it was truly absurd.

Qin Zhu explained, "Master, this paper is different."

The old man, with a stern face, was too lazy to speak.

"At a time like this, don't be ridiculous," the woman in palace attire couldn't help but say.

At this moment, the scroll was finally unfolded. Bailuoshuang placed it in front of the old man, "Father, look."

At first, the old man didn't take it seriously, just glancing at it casually. The next moment, his pupils contracted sharply, and his whole body trembled.

"This, this is..."

His mouth was dry, wishing he could stick his eyes to the scroll, his face alternating between excitement and reverence.

In his eyes, what lay before him was not a scroll, but a person holding a longsword, filled with determination, heading to a duel!

A powerful sword intent shot towards him.

Pride, dominance, coldness!

The old man empathized with the person in the scroll.

It was a duel, a battle with no retreat, a sword art competition!

Even if there were a thousand armies ahead, I will break through with one sword, advancing without retreat!

Boom!

From the old man, a powerful sword intent surged, piercing the sky.

From a distance, a tornado formed on the Twin Sword Peaks, its shape like a longsword!

All the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect felt this sword intent, and their longswords involuntarily rang out.

Even the black longsword embedded in the ground began to tremble.

The woman in palace attire's expression changed, and she exclaimed joyfully, "Shuang'er, quickly tell everyone to retreat, your father is breaking through!"