Wei Yun Zhenjun fiercely flicked his sleeve, and a dragon-patterned sword light faintly appeared within his robes: "The Disciples of Dragon Yang Lineage are all Sect's Chosen, which one isn't a meritorious warrior forged in bloody battles?
He, Qing Feng, is only at Foundation Establishment cultivation, and yet he dares to claim credit based on just two Nascent Soul demonic beast heads? Do all of you truly believe such an absurd thing?"
"Martial Brother Wei's words are quite amusing." Qin Heng sneered, and the Azure Luan jade pendant at his waist chimed in response, "The day before yesterday, when Luo Tianyi challenged twelve Golden Core cultivators in a row, you didn't say such things. Now that the boy's aura is weak and his Dao heart unstable, who's to say he didn't use a blood-burning secret technique?"
"Presumptuous." Wei Yun's sword qi suddenly condensed into a white tiger phantom around him, and the Dongxuan Realm pressure surged like a tide. "How can a mere Qing Feng be compared to Tianyi?"
The bluestone ground in the arena immediately cracked into a spiderweb pattern, and Qin Heng's hair crown shattered instantly, yet he still stepped half a pace forward, enduring the pressure.
Just as the two streams of sword qi were about to collide, myriad starlight suddenly descended from the dome, and all the swords present simultaneously emitted clear, resonant hums.
Wei Yun grunted and retreated seven steps, each step leaving a three-inch deep mark on the profound iron ground, and the thousand-year-old ironwood chair behind him turned into dust.
He looked in disbelief at the corner of the viewing platform, where the Zhijian Elder, who hadn't spoken for a hundred years, still had lingering sword qi at his fingertips.
"Martial Brother Zisu, what is the meaning of this?" Wei Yun felt a metallic taste in his throat; he clearly remembered that this sword fanatic had always stayed out of Sect affairs.
"Are you questioning this Deputy Head's True Sight?" Dao Lord Zisu lowered his gaze and gently stroked the ancient sword on his lap, his voice like a cold spring from the Nine Heavens flowing over a sword blade.
Wei Yun immediately felt a stinging pain in all three hundred and sixty of his major acupoints, as if countless invisible sword edges were pressing against his vital points.
The viewing seats instantly fell silent, and the teacups in the hands of the seventeen Dragon Yang Peak Lords shattered one after another.
Who in this world didn't know that the Zhijian Elder's True Sight could perceive the reality of the Three Realms and determine karma and reincarnation?
"This Martial Brother absolutely did not mean that." Wei Yun hastily crushed his natal sword talisman to protect his heart meridian, "I am merely concerned about the Sect's laws..."
"Since there are no doubts, then proceed according to the rules." Dao Lord Zisu lightly tapped with his sword finger, and the Bixi golden seal, suspended in mid-air, boomed down before Yuan Feng, the Ziyan Peak Lord, its sound like a great bell echoing for a hundred miles.
Below the stage, Qing Feng gave a helpless wry smile; this Shibo's protectiveness had indeed disrupted his original plan.
At this moment, Qi Yuancheng's ashen face formed a stark contrast with the surrounding cheers, while Qin Heng, looking at the newly acquired Law Enforcement Sword Token at his chief Disciple's waist, finally showed a look of relief he hadn't displayed in twenty years.
Sect Leader Mu stroked his beard and chuckled: "Good, Martial Nephew Qing Feng first cleverly resolved the Thousand Lake World predicament, and now has achieved this extraordinary feat. He shall be the Chief of the Law Enforcement Hall. May all Peaks strive together, so that our Beast Taming Sect's Law Sword ever shines brightly."
Undercurrents surged within the immortal hall, and Yuan Feng True Lord's gaze shifted between the Sect Leader and Zisu. Could it be that the Sect Leader intends to use Qing Feng to counterbalance the Zhijian Lineage? What if he takes control of the Bixi Hall's authority?
"Qing Feng is not allowed to step out of Chen Ming Peak for ten years." Dao Lord Zisu's sudden addition caused the teacup in Mu Zhengting's hand to tremble slightly. This usually composed Law Enforcement Elder rarely lost his composure: "This is different from what we previously discussed."
"Contradicting a senior deserves punishment." Zisu's fingertips, as he turned the case file, condensed with sword qi. "If it weren't for his eagerness to protect his master, he would be receiving lightning punishment at the Cliff of Contemplation right now."
Qin Heng, enraged, laughed instead, his waist-worn sword humming: "My Disciple is the most respectful!"
Wei Yun Zhenjun lowered his gaze to conceal the sharp glint, secretly pleased that this reckless man had indeed angered the Zhijian Chief. As long as the two lineages were at odds, the Bixi Hall's authority would eventually fall.
"The Stone Statue Forest's recording orb is here." As Zisu flicked his finger, light and shadow appeared, showing Qing Feng pointing his sword at the sky: "If all the Elders are as mentally unsound as the Zhijian Hall."
Qin Heng's momentum abruptly ceased; the violent Demonic Qi vortex in the image confirmed the Mystic Realm's anomaly. The veins on his sword-wielding hand bulged; if he had been there at the time, he probably would have slain the Zhijian Hall Disciple on the spot.
"A child's foolish words, why should Martial Brother Zisu bother?" Mu Zhengting tried to smooth things over, secretly transmitting a message to inquire about the reason for the sudden change.
However, Dao Lord Zisu stood with a flick of his sleeve, his gilded Daoist robe moving without wind: "If we condone this precedent today, will the Disciples of all Peaks be able to trample the Sect's laws tomorrow?"
The sword intent pressure swept through the great hall, and the jade tiles cracked inch by inch.
Mu Zhengting's pupils constricted slightly; this was definitely not part of their secret plan. There must be another hidden reason for the Mystic Realm incident that touched Zisu's reverse scale.
Mu Zhengting felt a dull ache in his chest; if he could surpass this Dao Lord Zisu in the way of the sword, why would he be here maneuvering?
According to the iron rules of Zhijian Peak, apart from explicitly written Sect rules, all other disputes were to be settled by the sword.
As the great hall fell into a subtle silence, Dao Lord Zisu's gaze swept over Qing Feng, containing deep meaning.
Qing Feng pressed his fangs against his tongue, forcibly suppressing the laughter that was about to spill out.
This Shibo, known as the pillar of the Beast Taming Sect, was indeed reliable. It seemed his planned vacation was secure.
"Since the Bixi Mystic Realm has opened, Sect affairs are no longer related to Zhijian Peak." Dao Lord Zisu settled the arrangements in a few words, "Qin Yue, come with me to the Sword Mound to choose a sword."
Mu Zhengting's temple throbbed, and he suppressed the urge to question. Once this matter was resolved, he would definitely find Zisu for a good spar. If she couldn't give a satisfactory answer, he would let this kill-crazy person take over as Sect Leader and hide in the Scripture Pavilion for peace and quiet.
"As for you." The Dao Lord's gaze, like a frosty blade, fell upon Qing Feng, "Since Black Dog has entered the Nascent Soul Realm, go to Zhijian Peak to register."
The Beast Taming Sect has strict regulations for demonic beasts: those below Golden Core are registered at Han Ming Peak, while those above Nascent Soul must be verified by Zhijian Peak to prevent demonic infiltration.
The respectful appearance of the two juniors bowing their heads in assent, however, caused Qin Heng's brows to furrow slightly.
He didn't doubt Zisu's character, but his usually rebellious niece was exceptionally abnormal today.
If she had truly suffered an unfair punishment, this girl would have long since brought out her natal spiritual artifact to argue. Why was she so obedient?
Could it be that the two little rascals are secretly up to something behind my back?
The crowd didn't notice the subtle atmosphere, their gazes all focused on the majestic Xuan Dog beneath Qing Feng's crotch. No wonder it could slay Nascent Soul demonic beasts; it turned out this spirit pet had already broken through its shackles.
As the three soared into the sky on their swords, Dao Lord Zisu looked at Qing Feng, who was still sitting rigidly on the dog's back, and couldn't help but laugh wryly: "Everyone's gone, who are you still putting on a show for, kid?"
"Better safe than sorry, you know." Qing Feng replied via sound transmission.
"This Deputy Head has released a protective True Qi that covers a hundred miles in all directions, and not even a ripple of sword qi can escape."
The Dao Lord flicked the sword hilt with a finger, "Throughout the entire Beast Taming Sect, only..."
Before he could finish, he saw Qing Feng still maintaining a vigilant posture, and could only shake his head helplessly.
The Beast Taming Sect was truly generous towards its Disciples, as evidenced by this "graduation gift."
Cultivators who had just formed their Golden Core could choose their natal spirit sword from the Sword Pond, nourishing it with core qi until man and sword became one.
This spiritual artifact would evolve with the master's cultivation progress, and when they encountered a bottleneck, Zhijian Peak would provide rare materials to help them break through.
It's interesting to note that ninety percent of the Sect's Earth-grade divine weapons were "nurtured" in this way, just like how children raised by hand are the most cherished.
However, these spirit swords always remained Sect assets. Even if the master perished, they would return to the Sword Mound to await a new master. Qing Feng's parents' swords from back then are still quietly resting somewhere in the Sword Mound.
