Test Cangsong first?
Sect Leader, Martial Uncle, are you serious?
Ji Changfeng glanced at Dao Xuan Zhenren, tempted to say something, but ultimately, he obediently summoned his Moxue Divine Sword.
Fine.
You trust Cangsong so much, Sect Leader. I won't be the one to shatter your confidence.
Let Cangsong do it himself.
Swish—
A flash of sword light.
Ji Changfeng soared toward Longshou Peak on his sword.
Dao Xuan Zhenren, clutching the Zhuxian Sword, followed in secret, shadowing Ji Changfeng's every move.
As a Supreme PurityRealm master wielding the Zhuxian Sword, how could I fail to protect a single disciple?
One in the open, one in the shadows, they arrived at Longshou Peak.
"Who goes there!"
A Longshou Peak disciple spotted Ji Changfeng from afar and shouted a challenge.
Ji Changfeng sheathed his Moxue Divine Sword and cupped his hands toward the disciple. "Ji Changfeng of Dazhu Peak, greetings to Senior Brother."
He released a faint trace of Taiji Xuanqing Dao aura to verify his identity.
"Dazhu Peak? Ji Changfeng?"
The Longshou Peak disciple gave him a curious look. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but he didn't dwell on it.
"What brings you to Longshou Peak, Junior Brother?" he asked.
Ji Changfeng lied effortlessly. "On the orders of the Sect Leader, Martial Uncle, I've come to pay respects to Martial Uncle Cangsong. Please inform him, Senior Brother."
The Longshou Peak disciple straightened, his expression turning respectful.
"On the Sect Leader's orders? Please wait a moment, Junior Brother. I'll report to Master at once."
He didn't question why a Dazhu Peak disciple would carry the Sect Leader's command to meet the Longshou Peak Master.
After all, Qingyun Sect revered its hierarchy. No one would dare fabricate an order from a Peak Master, let alone the Sect Leader himself.
The disciple hurried off to inform Cangsong Daoren.
Before long, he returned, casting a surprised glance at Ji Changfeng, clearly recognizing him now.
This is that prodigy who reached the first layer of Jade Purity in a single night?
If I recall, he entered the sect alongside Junior Brother Lin, didn't he?
It's been what, less than half a year?
And he's already at the fourth layer of Jade Purity, capable of sword flight?
The Longshou Peak disciple was stunned.
Even Lin Jingyu, with his remarkable talent, was barely at the second layer of Jade Purity. Yet Ji Changfeng had reached the fourth layer and could wield a sword?
What a monster!
Truly terrifying!
The disciple's demeanor grew noticeably more deferential.
"Junior Brother Ji, Master has summoned you."
Ji Changfeng nodded slightly. "Thank you for leading the way, Senior Brother."
"No trouble at all…" The disciple smiled, leading Ji Changfeng forward.
They soon arrived at a secluded training ground in the back mountains of Longshou Peak.
"Junior Brother Ji, Master is inside. Go on in," the disciple said.
"Very well." Ji Changfeng nodded calmly.
His gaze fixed ahead, showing no trace of fear, and he walked in with composed steps.
Before him stood a stern-looking Daoren seated atop a massive boulder, a shimmering divine sword resting across his knees.
The sword glowed a brilliant green, its light clear as autumn water, with faint dragon-shaped patterns etched into the blade, as if a dragon's soul were sealed within.
The Dragon-Slaying Sword!
Cangsong Daoren gazed at the celestial weapon with a nostalgic expression, a flicker of resentment in his eyes.
Swish—
Cangsong sheathed the Dragon-Slaying Sword, concealing his emotions.
His gaze turned impassive as he looked at Ji Changfeng.
But that single glance froze him in place.
So similar… too similar.
Cangsong stared at Ji Changfeng, dazed.
The youth stood in a flowing white robe, his demeanor serene yet sharp, his bright eyes glinting with a familiar edge—reminiscent of someone from long ago.
Noticing the Moxue Divine Sword in Ji Changfeng's arms, Cangsong's expression darkened.
But out of respect for the striking resemblance to that old friend, he refrained from speaking coldly.
Instead, he asked evenly, "You say you've come on the Sect Leader's orders to see me? What does Senior Brother Sect Leader wish to discuss?"
His piercing gaze bore into Ji Changfeng, searching for any sign of fear.
But to his disappointment, Ji Changfeng's face remained utterly composed.
What a joke!
The Sect Leader is right behind me, wielding the Zhuxian Sword.
What's there to fear?
Ji Changfeng felt invincible.
Even if the Poison God of the Wandu Sect himself appeared, he'd have the nerve to take him on.
He bowed respectfully, his tone steady. "Disciple Ji Changfeng greets Martial Uncle Cangsong. I've come at the Sect Leader's behest to ask you a few questions."
"What questions?" The sternness in Cangsong's face softened slightly.
He looked at Ji Changfeng, momentarily lost in thought.
That confidence, that composure—Senior Brother Wan was just like this back then…
"I wish to inquire about the Caomiao Village incident. Has Martial Uncle made any progress?" Ji Changfeng asked.
Cangsong shook his head calmly. "The Caomiao Village case has yielded no leads whatsoever."
"Is that so?" Ji Changfeng smiled faintly. "I happen to have some clues. Would Martial Uncle care to hear them?"
"Oh? Let's hear it."
Cangsong's body tensed, his eyes locking onto Ji Changfeng, a faint glimmer of killing intent flickering within.
"In the Caomiao Village incident, a demonic cultist used our Qingyun Sect's Divine Sword Thunder-Control Technique…"
Before Ji Changfeng could finish, Cangsong cut him off firmly. "Impossible. Absolutely impossible!"
Ji Changfeng smiled. "I haven't finished, Martial Uncle. Why so quick to deny? Could it be… you're the demonic cultist?"
Swish—
A murderous glint flashed in Cangsong's eyes, his gaze boring into Ji Changfeng with barely concealed killing intent.
"What? Did I guess right? Are you planning to silence me, Martial Uncle?" Ji Changfeng said calmly.
Cangsong's eyes flickered.
He scanned the surroundings, confirming no one else was present, and dropped all pretense.
His face twisted with malice, a trace of malevolent aura emanating from him as he glared at Ji Changfeng. "When did you figure it out?"
No more acting.
Ji Changfeng's knowing smile made it clear he'd uncovered his true identity.
Rather than continue this charade with a junior, Cangsong decided to act decisively—kill and silence him.
No one else was around. Ji Changfeng had come to Longshou Peak alone.
After killing him, Cangsong could easily distance himself from suspicion, especially with the Sect Leader's trust in him.
"I was only guessing at first, but I didn't expect you, Martial Uncle, to truly be a demonic cult spy," Ji Changfeng said, shaking his head.
Cangsong's lips twitched.
Guessing?
No matter.
Take your cleverness to the grave!
With a wave of his hand, Cangsong summoned a blood-red banner.
The Poison Blood Banner!
Ji Changfeng smiled faintly, unfazed, and drew his Moxue Divine Sword in a flash.
"Martial Uncle Cangsong, I've recently learned a new sword technique. Please, observe."
His aura surged, unstoppable and resolute.
No obstacle could stand in his way—he would cleave through all with his divine sword!
It was said that Slaying Ghosts and Gods required the Dragon-Slaying Sword to perform, but that wasn't true.
The essence of Slaying Ghosts and Gods lay in its momentum—an unyielding, forward-charging spirit. That was its true intent!
Once the intent was mastered, even without the Dragon-Slaying Sword, Slaying Ghosts and Gods could be unleashed.
Ji Changfeng formed a sword seal, slowly raising his blade.
In a clear voice, he declared:
"Righteous energy of heaven and earth, enduring forevermore;
Not seeking to slay immortals, but to cleave through ghosts and gods!"
At those words, Cangsong froze, stunned.
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