73: Chapter 73 The Ferocious Sword of Immortal Slaying

Luo Qingxue followed closely behind.

As soon as the three of them landed, the Arhat Array behind them completely closed, trapping those three Wan Jian Holy Land Disciples firmly outside.

"Pavilion Master Gu, this..." Su Qianxue looked at the three people outside struggling to hold on, her voice trailing off.

"Aren't they looking for the Sword Tomb? This Seat will fulfill their wish." Gu Sheng brushed the dust off his hands. "The Great Leiyin Temple will soon notice the commotion here. With the people from the Wan Jian Holy Land forcefully attacking the Arhat Array, they are destined to take the blame for this."

[Host, this move of shifting the trouble onto others is quite something. If the Wan Jian Holy Land and the Buddhist Sect start fighting, those onlookers in the Central Province will be even more unable to sit still.] The System chimed in at the right time.

"Just a basic operation, no need to be impressed."

Gu Sheng looked around.

Inside the basin, the Sword Qi had become so dense it was almost tangible. The air was filled with a pungent smell of rust.

"Girl, take out the Jade Slip," Danqingzi reminded her.

Su Qianxue took out the Jade Slip. The Jade Slip emitted a faint glow, pointing towards a massive Sword Mountain in the center of the basin.

The Sword Mountain was piled high with countless broken swords, soaring into the clouds.

At the summit, a figure could be faintly seen bound by several thick chains, their life or death unknown.

"Father!" Su Qianxue cried out in shock.

She was about to rush over but was stopped by Gu Sheng.

"Don't be in such a hurry to die." Gu Sheng pointed around the Sword Mountain.

Several illusory shadows were lurking there. Their faces were indistinguishable, with only pure Sword Intent flowing through them.

"Sword Spirits," Luo Qingxue said coldly. "After ancient Sword Cultivators die, their lingering obsession fuses with Sword Qi to become Sword Spirits. These Sword Spirits were at least at the Void Refinement Stage when they were alive."

Su Qianxue stopped in her tracks, a chill running down her spine.

A Sword Spirit at the Void Refinement Stage was not something she could handle at all.

"Pavilion Master Gu, I beg you to take action." Su Qianxue bowed deeply.

Gu Sheng didn't agree immediately. He looked at the Sword Spirits, calculating quickly in his mind.

A direct confrontation wouldn't work. The Sword Qi here was continuous, and the Sword Spirits were immortal.

[Host, it is recommended to use the item card: spirit binding rope. Exchangeable for fifty thousand destiny points. It can briefly suppress spiritual entities.]

"Exchange."

A dark gold rope appeared in Gu Sheng's palm.

"Luo Qingxue, use your zither music to provide cover. Su Qianxue, you're responsible for protecting us with the shennong seal. I'll go up and get him down," Gu Sheng quickly assigned the tasks.

The two of them nodded.

Luo Qingxue sat cross-legged with the nine nether soul-suppressing zither across her lap. Her fingers plucked the strings, and the bone-chilling sound waves transformed into a sky full of ice cones, raining down on the Sword Spirits.

The Sword Spirits were enraged, letting out silent roars as they charged through the ice cones.

Su Qianxue fully activated the shennong seal, its green light shining brilliantly, blocking the Sword Qi that broke through the ice cones.

Gu Sheng's figure surged, turning into an afterimage as he headed straight for the top of the Sword Mountain.

The spirit binding rope transformed into a golden Dragon, entangling the foremost Sword Spirit. The Sword Spirit struggled violently but could not break free.

Gu Sheng took the opportunity to leap onto the summit.

At the end of the chains, a middle-aged man hung his head, his body covered in sword wounds, his aura extremely weak. He was the former valley master of Baicao Valley, Su Tiance.

Gu Sheng pointed his fingers like a sword, severing the chains. He grabbed Su Tiance's shoulder and leaped down from the Sword Mountain.

"Retreat!"

Carrying Su Tiance and protected by the shennong seal, the three of them retreated toward the edge of the basin.

The Sword Spirits pursued them relentlessly.

Just as they were about to reach the edge, a dull sword chime echoed from deep within the basin.

This sword chime was ancient, carrying a pressure that could destroy heaven and earth.

Upon hearing the chime, the pursuing Sword Spirits all stopped and turned to bow toward the depths of the basin.

Gu Sheng paused and looked back.

From the deepest part of the basin, a piercing blood-red sword light shot into the sky, tearing through the clouds above the Sword Burial Abyss.

"That is..." Su Qianxue's face was full of horror.

[Warning! Detection of the revival of the ancient ominous sword 'Zhutian'. This sword contains the Supreme Law of Slaughter and cannot be suppressed by anyone below the level of a Saint.] The System issued a piercing alarm.

Gu Sheng cursed under his breath.

There was actually a supreme ominous sword hidden in the Sword Burial Abyss.

No wonder the Wan Jian Holy Land sent people here to raid the place.

The blood-red sword light broke through the clouds, clearly visible across the entire Western Wastelands.

From the direction of Brahma City, several extremely powerful auras shot into the sky, heading straight for the Sword Burial Abyss.

The powerful experts of the Buddhist Sect had been alerted.

"Let's go! We can't stay here any longer." Gu Sheng made a decisive call, put away the spirit binding rope, and led the three of them to force their way through a gap in the Arhat Array, rushing out of the basin.

Outside, the three Disciples of the Wan Jian Holy Land had already been crushed into meat paste by the Arhat Array.

Gu Sheng summoned the purple-gold flying boat and threw Su Qianxue and Su Tiance into the cabin.

"Luo Qingxue, start the boat. Back to Brahma City."

The flying boat turned into a streak of light and disappeared into the horizon.

Half an incense stick's time later.

Several old monks wearing golden light Kasayas descended upon the Sword Burial Abyss.

Looking at the mess of the Arhat Array and the three corpses inside wearing the robes of the Wan Jian Holy Land, the leading monk's face was as dark as water.

"Wan Jian Holy Land, you have gone too far." The old monk pressed his palms together, his killing intent laid bare.

On the flying boat.

Gu Sheng's mood was excellent as he watched the destiny points on the System panel skyrocket.

The Wan Jian Holy Land was going to take this blame squarely.

The upcoming Ten Thousand Buddha Dharma Assembly was going to be a good show.

Inside the flying boat.

When Su Tiance opened his eyes, he saw Su Qianxue's face, red from crying. The Sword Qi in his body had been forcefully suppressed into a corner of his Dantian by a bone-chilling power. Although he was weak, his life was saved.

"Father, you're finally awake," Su Qianxue said as she tried to help him up.

Su Tiance waved her off, his gaze moving past his daughter to rest on Gu Sheng, who was sitting by the window. This young man was dressed in white, playing with a white jade cup. His aura was only at the Golden Core Stage, yet it made a Late Stage Soul Transformation expert like him feel a chill down his spine.

And the woman next to him holding the zither, Luo Qingxue. Su Tiance recognized that face—the Holy Maiden of the Xuanming Hall from three hundred years ago. That bone-chilling Taiyin Aura could not be mistaken.

"Thank you for saving my life, Pavilion Master Gu," Su Tiance said hoarsely.

Gu Sheng didn't look back, watching the drifting clouds outside. "The one who saved you was your daughter; this Seat is just a businessman. Valley Master Su, you can slowly repay what you owe the Baicao Valley and your daughter in the future. But what you owe the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion must be settled according to the rules."

Su Tiance was stunned.

Su Qianxue explained in a low voice, "Father, Pavilion Master Gu agreed to save you on the condition that fifty percent of the Baicao Valley's Medicinal Pill profits for the next ten years will be supplied to the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion."

"Fifty percent?" Su Tiance's eyelids twitched. This price was practically draining half of the Baicao Valley's Foundation. But having narrowly escaped death in the Sword Burial Abyss, he knew very well that if Gu Sheng hadn't acted, both he and his daughter would have ended up in the Sword Tomb today.

"No objections." Su Tiance smiled bitterly. "The Su Family owes Pavilion Master Gu two lives. Fifty percent profit is worth it."

Interestingly, the former valley master didn't show the anger of being extorted; instead, he felt a sense of relief. Having been trapped in the Sword Burial Abyss for years, he had seen through many things.

Gu Sheng tapped the rim of his cup. "Splendid. Valley Master Su, what were the people from the Wan Jian Holy Land digging for in that Sword Tomb in the Sword Burial Abyss?"

Su Tiance's expression darkened. "The Zhutian Ominous Sword. That thing is a fragment of an ancient weapon of slaughter. The Wan Jian Holy Land wants to use it to reshape the Holy Land's Luck. Those monks of the Buddhist Sect also know this, which is why they set up the Arhat Array—nominally to suppress it, but in reality to nurture it, waiting for it to fully revive so they can take it for themselves."