Chapter 13 - Journey to Xianmen (2/2)

“This is the Soul Devouring Gonfalon.”

“That’s right!”

“Fellow Daoist Yi, is the Soul Devouring Gonfalon…”

“The Soul Devouring Gonfalon is dead!”

Sure enough, Xi Qiu was a little excited but before he could speak, the hall master next to him asked urgently, “A month ago, the Myriad Fiend Den was resurrected. Was it your doing?”

“Yes!”

A chorus of amazed exclamations erupted yet again. It really was him! The Fiendish Cultivator Rui Mi had always been a big headache for the Blackheaven Sect. Although he committed many acts of evil, he managed to keep his whereabouts a secret. No one knew the location of his old hideout, the Myriad Fiend Den. Also, he had perfected his Golden Core cultivation and possessed the Soul Devouring Gonfalon. There was no real chance of defeating him even with the help of a Nascent Soul cultivator. Many times the Blackheaven Sect had wanted to besiege his hideout but could not find any trace of him. And to think that Yi Qing had managed to solve this problem. He had actually defeated the Soul Devouring Gonfalon whose cultivation level was higher than his. He definitely lived up to the high standards expected of a Sword Cultivator.

“Hahaha, you really are an outstanding young man!” Xi Qiu laughed loudly, and then exchanged looks with each of the hall masters in turn. Everyone had the same thought: such a talent had to stay with them no matter what.

“I give thanks to Fellow Daoist Yi for helping us get rid of Rui Mi, the scourge of our sect,” Xi Qiu said with a brilliant smile, patting Yi Qing on the shoulder approvingly.

“I did not subdue the Fiendish Cultivator by myself,” Yi Qing answered honestly.

“You don’t have to be modest. That man had been wanted by all the factions for a long time.” Xi Qiu smiled even more happily, pointing to the flag in his hand. “Now that he is in my sect’s jurisdiction, it is our duty to release the souls from the Soul Devouring Gonfalon.”

“I greatly appreciate your help, Sect Master Qiu.” Yi Qing passed the flag in his hand directly over to him. “Since this matter is over, Yi Qing will now take his leave.” But as he was about to turn around and walk out, Xi Qiu blocked his way.

“Fellow Daoist Yi, wait a moment.” Xi Qiu quickly stamped a few seal arrays on the flag before keeping it away. “I can see that my fellow Daoist is naturally outstanding and brimming with Sword Qi. I think it is only a matter of time before you condense Sword Intent. But the process of understanding Sword Intent is always dangerous and cannot be interrupted. No doubt you will find that going at it alone will be much harder. Have you ever thought of joining our sect to receive our protection?”

“Thank you for your kind offer.” Yi Qing shook his head and continued, “But I have no intention of joining your sect.”

“Fellow Daoist Yi, don’t refuse so hastily.” Xi Qiu continued to try and persuade him. “My Blackheaven Sect, though not very well known, is the leader of the Three Sects Four Schools. Among the Three Sects Four Schools, my sect possesses the deepest knowledge regarding sword cultivation. My sect’s Senior Master was a Soul Formation Sword Cultivator. For many years, he has been wanting to get a disciple of his own. If you remain at my school, with your qualifications, he will definitely select you.” It was a great honor to come under the tutelage of a Soul Formation cultivator. No cultivator would be able to refuse this offer.

Yi Qing, however, began to frown. “I’m sorry, I already have a master.”

“What! Aren’t you an itinerant cultivator?” Surprised, Xi Qiu blurted out, “Who is your master?”

“I am!” Just as he completed his sentence, a raised fist appeared before his eyes and the next moment a super-sized face zoomed right in front of him. “I say, big brother, don’t you think you are too much trying to lure my staff away right before my eyes?”

Startled, Xi Qiu took a step back. “Who are you… where did you come from?”

“I’ve been here all this time.” Come on, it was obvious that she had entered together with her chef disciple.

Yi Qing instinctively stood half a step behind her. He straightened his back a little haughtily, and pronounced in a grave tone, “My master, Shen Ying.”