CHAPTER 569: CHAPTER 569: BASIC RECOVERY

As he spoke, the light in Elder Bai Mei’s eyes shifted once more—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple. In the blink of an eye, the radiance changed seven times, each time more sinister and peculiar than the last!

"Yang Tian..."

Upon seeing Elder Bai Mei’s bizarre and ever-changing demeanor, Murong Yan, seated below, couldn’t help but cry out in concern.

Though Yang Tian was truly formidable in her eyes, standing proudly between heaven and earth in every battle,

the elder Bai Mei before them was nonetheless a figure of great authority, revered by all in the realm of cultivated truth.

"Yang... God!"

When the battle concluded, Murong Yan saw Yang Tian slowly walking out. She immediately rushed forward, her lips parting.

Yang Tian saw this and smiled faintly, saying, "Just call me Yang Tian."

"Alright! Okay then!"

Murong Yan nodded slightly and then looked at Yang Tian’s retreating figure, asking, "What about Xiao Xue?"

"Although her meridians were severed by Bai Mei and the Ghost Claw, they are mostly healed thanks to the effects of the Hundred Spirit Continuation Pill. However, this was Xiao Xue’s first time fighting. Both her heart and soul are utterly exhausted; she still needs rest," Yang Tian replied calmly.

Hearing this, Murong Yan finally let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

But the elderly Sword Master slowly came over, furrowing his brow. "What do we do next, Tian? To lose three elders all of a sudden, including the powerful Bai Mei—with Elder Ghost and the Ghost King Sect, they won’t let this slide!"

At these words, Murong Yan, who had just calmed down, tensed up once again.

That’s right!

The Ghost King Sect, one of the Three Sects, had just lost three elders in this conflict. Their rage would be inevitable.

This time, only three elders came, and yet the sect of the Holy Sword had ended up like this. What if the Ghost King himself and the Emperor unleashed their wrath?

But Yang Tian sneered, speaking derisively. "They won’t let it go? So what? Would the Origin Ancestor dare to act otherwise?"

"Respect for the heavens is impossible. If you wish to..."

The elder’s face shifted instantly. Throughout this long journey, including the prior battles, she had come to see that Yang Tian was fundamentally different from those born and raised within the domain of truth cultivation.

This difference extended beyond mere power!

More importantly, Yang Tian harbored no deference towards any figure of strength, especially the great powers of the Three Sects.

Be it the Elder Ghost encountered on the vast seas, or Elder Bai Mei from the earlier battle, Yang Tian had killed without hesitation. Though they brought about their own demise, it only further highlighted Yang Tian’s utter disregard for the Three Sects.

Now, Yang Tian openly expressed that he wouldn’t relent. Killing the Ghost King Sect’s leader—was that such an insurmountable task?

Furthermore, there was another lingering suspicion in the Sword Master’s heart, a concern tied to the Qinglong Jianzhong, vice-leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect and another member of the same sect.

While she had heard that Master Tianjian was allied with Yang Tian, safeguarding the lower realm of Yang Tian Town, she had never once heard Yang Tian mention Qinglong Jianzhong.

By all accounts, the Green Dragon Treasure Sword held more sway than the Heavenly Sword Master. If it were allied with Yang Tian, it should be more prioritized than Master Tianjian. Yet Yang Tian had never once brought this person up. To Elder Ling Jian, there seemed only one potential explanation!

Qinglong Jianzhong—he was likely slain at the hands of Yang Tian.

At the mere thought of this possibility, the Sword Master couldn’t help the shiver running down his spine, his scalp tingling.

Because if that were true, it meant Yang Tian was not only at odds with the Ghost King Emperor but had also provoked the far more formidable Jianling Emperor!

Of course, for the core disciples who had once fallen into the lower realm, the elders of the Spirit Sword faction had chosen to feign oblivion.

After all, the thought of Yang Tian declaring guilt upon the powers ruling the entire Truth Domain—that was almost too much to bear!

Yang Tian glanced at the elder, sensing her concerns, but he only smiled without comment.

For the Sword Master was not him, and thus could never fathom what lay in his heart.

What of the Three Sects?

What of the domain of cultivation?

On the path of Ma Zu Avenue, even the stars of the boundless cosmos were nothing but stepping stones beneath Yang Tian’s feet!

Yet, Yang Tian said nothing. On the other side, however, the Heavenly King Earth Sea abruptly spoke. "Tian, I don’t think there’s any need to be hasty. Even if the Ghost King Sect learns of this, they may not act rashly—not right now."

"Oh? Why?" Yang Tian asked curiously.

Di Hai chuckled. "Has God forgotten? In just a few days, doesn’t the sect have a larger event?"

"Zong Qinghou’s Da Bima?" Yang Tian asked.

"Exactly!"

Di Hai explained, "Though I’ve long dwelled in the endless seas, I’m not unaware of the unshakable status of the Three Sects, though there are ranks even among them."

As he spoke, Di Hai glanced at the Sword Master’s Spirit Sword. Upon seeing the state of the Spirit Sword, the elder murmured quietly, "If what you say is true, then the inner struggles of each ’gate’ leave little suspense. After all, the Three Sects, the Four Gates, and the One Valley have all claimed the best resources within the domain of cultivation. Naturally, their power stands above all other clans. Even so, conflicts within the Three Sects themselves remain fierce. Differences must be mindfully addressed, even if they all reside within the Spiritual Domain."

"You... what are you implying?"

Just as Yang Tian and the others were in discussion, a roar suddenly erupted from within the Ghost King Sect’s main hall. This was followed by tremors at the gates, shaking the very surroundings.

Moments later, they saw a disciple suddenly spew blood, thrown back violently to the ground, where he fainted immediately. It was an ominous sign.

The surrounding disciples did not dare approach, knowing that provoking their ancestors would lead them towards certain doom.

Within the hall, the Skywalker wearing a stormy expression stood among broken floor tiles, the cracks spreading like a spiderweb. Before him lay three shattered Soul Tokens, their inscriptions distorted: one of them faintly read "Bai Mei."

"Kill! I must kill them! To murder the elders of my Ghost Sect—how dare they?! The ’gate’ of the Divine Sword must be obliterated entirely!"

His eyes were bloodshot, his voice nearly a roar.

Under his fury, many elders of the Ghost King shuddered as they struggled to temper the truth of the situation.

After a long silence, a frail man who had suffered from prolonged insomnia finally stood, coughing as he spoke. "Cough... Zong Qinghou... My lord, I beseech you to temper your fury. This matter is unusual; it needs to be assessed in the long term."

"What did you say?"

Upon hearing the frail man’s words, Skywalker’s eyes burned like torches as he turned to glare at him.

Suddenly, the frail man felt a crushing weight on his shoulders. His legs buckled under the pressure, and even the sound of his coughing grew sharp with strained terror.

Jesus spoke once more. "My lord, this matter is peculiar, requiring long-term judgment. To act rashly might spell failure... Cough... Are you going to kill me for saying this?"

The moment these words fell, the other elders’ expressions shifted drastically.

For this frail man, though sickly in appearance, was second only to the Skywalker himself within the Ghost Sect. He was none other than Elder Gui Ku, the Old Ghost of Silent Wails.

More than that, Elder Gui Ku had served as a minister across two dynasties, holding his elder position since the time of the prior emperor, securing a revered role within the Ghost King Sect!

Thus, the onlookers immediately stood, raising their hands to the heavens in unison. "No, no, no!"

Xiang Tianxing, having flown into rage moments earlier, now heard Elder Gui Ku’s words and saw the others pleading. At last, he regained some sense, taking a deep breath as he gazed regretfully at the elder. "Elder Gui Ku, you speak too gravely. The fury of our ancestors may drive us to rash words—accept my apology."