Jun Xie wanted to disappear from the Lower Heavens and go to the Middle Heavens to look for his clan.
'If Master knows about this, he definitely won't allow me to even step out of the sect.'
That was why he needed to do things discreetly.
But how could it be easy just to disappear?
Not to forget that he was also one of the most renowned disciples.
If he just disappeared all of a sudden, there would be a serious investigation organized by the sect and his master.
It won't be long before he's found out and brought back to the sect.
His master didn't wish to confine him or anything. Instead, he was worried that Jun Xie's clan would kill him, or he would die on the way to get to the clan.
In simple words, according to his master, Jun Xie was just too weak.
Even though Jun Xie clearly understood these words, he couldn't hold himself back.
He wanted to get to his clan right now.
Call it idiocracy or the hot-bloodedness of youth, but Jun Xie found it hard to control the urge.
'If I am in the sect, it will take me years to get to the Core Formation Realm… and there's also the fight for the Sect Leader position…'
'Although my master cares a lot about me and wants me to become a core part of the sect, I can't be a Sect Leader… Even if that is what he wishes for.'
Jun Xie couldn't help but sigh at his luck.
For these reasons, this mission was a heaven-sent opportunity for him.
A secret mission with a high chance of losing your life.
'If I die… why will they search for me?'
'Even if they did, I will be long gone from the city. And head to the Wu Kingdom.'
Jun Xie had resolved himself to create an illusion of his death and head for the Wu Kingdom and start his journey to get back to his clan.
However, there was one big problem in front of him - Peak Master Duan.
'I can fool others, but I can't do anything about him.'
Peak Master Duan was a Core Formation Realm cultivator.
His illusion would amount to nothing in front of him.
'I can only pray and hope for an opportunity to kill myself.'
As long as other disciples could confirm his death, the sect might not even waste time investigating everything.
'Not to forget that this is a secret mission. The sect wouldn't be able to investigate anything even if they wanted to.'
This made it a golden chance for him to become free from his shackles, get out of his cage, and chase his goal.
Thinking of all this, he suddenly remembered the one disciple he had met during the banquet.
'That guy…'
'What was his name?'
'Ah yes, Fang Chen.'
He remembered very clearly that Fang Chen had easily seen through his illusion during the banquet.
'He was only a new inner Court disciple.'
Fang Chen was very powerful, and the only thing he felt from him was danger.
'Sword Intent.'
Fang Chen had a very powerful Sword Intent.
It was only thanks to his Spirit Sense that he was able to see through Fang Chen's power and sense the Sword Intent.
However, he didn't tell anyone about this.
Because of what Fang Chen had told him.
He had called him by his real name.
'How does that guy know about my name?'
At first, Jun Xie felt that Fang Chen was merely bluffing, but it only took him a second to judge how wrong his thought was.
'What should I do?'
Jun Xie hated to think about this topic, but it always popped up in his mind.
'I didn't even see that guy after that…'
Last Jun Xie heard of him; Fang Chen was sent to the Sword Stele to cultivate.
'Lucky bastard.'
Jun Xie let out a sigh, 'I will just go on my own and find the truth.'
Even though Fang Chen most probably knew everything about his plan, it would not be easy to get the information out of him.
This was what made him resolve himself to fake his death and leave everything behind.
But there was one thought that kept coming back to him.
'I didn't even try. What if I had tried to ask Fang Chen?'
"Ugh."
Jun Xie felt quite annoyed.
To meet Fang Chen, Jun Xie would have to go back to the Sect.
But if he went back, he would never be able to come outside and go on a search for his clan unless he reached the Core Formation Realm.
'It will be hard to convince Master… no… it will be impossible.'
Jun Xie let out a sigh and leaned back on the carriage.
'We will see what the future holds for me.'
…
The caravan of the Gracious Sword Sect disciples had long left the Blue Pole Town and was now inching closer to Silver Mist City with every passing moment.
It had been two days since they resumed their journey and were still moving nonstop.
They hadn't stopped at any town they passed along the way and were moving ahead with full speed.
It would take them about two more days to get to the Silver Mist City, and then they will be able to rest at ease.
None of the members of this entourage had plans of stopping before getting to the destination.
Well, this was what they thought when they resumed the journey.
But then, a few things happened on the way.
Good things.
And considering their luck in the last two days, none of them felt doubtful that they would be delayed under any circumstances.
One might ask, where did that confidence come from?
It came from the things they saw along the way.
To be more specific, it was the number of corpses they saw along the way.
Just after a few hours of getting out of the Blue Pole Town, they came across a massacred group of bandits.
They wouldn't have cared much about it, but then they saw a flag with the Fu Clan insignia at the center of the battlefield.
And who was the one going through this path, alone and with Fu Clan's insignia?
Shu Xian.