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The overwhelming Yin Wind swept across the mountains, scattering the vibrant sparks of life, annihilating the auspicious glow of the dawn. Spiritual flowers and jade grass laid rundown and withered. The once-sought-after Paradise Treasure Land, within a blink, was completely devoid of life, desolate to the extreme.

“Deputy Sect Master, why have you destroyed my dwelling?”

A dark light soared into the sky, turning into a young man clothed in brocade. He had eyebrows shaped like swords, eyes bright like stars, and a sharp demeanor. Numerous shimmering, petite swords made of bone, like swimming fish, danced around him.

“As the deputy sect, when you saw me, why did you not come to pay your respects?”

Leaning lazily against the backbone of Black Mountain, Feng Qing’an casually posed his question. On either side of him were two enchantingly beautiful Spectral Souls, massaging his shoulders and legs, giving him an air of an indulgent and dissolute young master.

“Because I did not greet you?”

The young man in the dark robe clenched his fist behind him. What did this deputy sect master think he was?

“What? Unwilling to admit? A minor Pei True Inheritance like you dares disrespect me? A slight punishment serves as a warning to others, otherwise, everyone will act like you, and where would that leave the face of your deputy sect master?”

Feng Qing’an gave the young man a languid glance. However, even though it seemed casual, the three hundred Yin soldiers in the line of the advancing procession all cast their eerie, deathly silent gaze upon him.

Not only these Yin soldiers, but also the beasts who were hauling the procession and surrounding wolves all glared at him with malicious intent. Moreover, the most important of them all was Black Mountain, against which he was leaning.

The gaze of the Demon King!

Although the young man was aflame with anger, he was forced to suppress it as he gazed upon the Demon King. He knew that if he made the slightest move, he would suffer the same fate as the Pei True Inheritance last month.

The inheritor that returned from the human realm had merely failed to step aside in time and was subsequently stripped of his cultivation by the deputy sect master. Even his painstakingly nurtured Nine-Child Ghost Mother was grabbed and torn apart by Yin lightning.

That Nine-Child Ghost Mother, coveted by many senior disciples, let out a heart-wrenching wail under the shrouding Yin lightning—echoing through half the Ghost Soul Sect.

No one stepped forward to intervene or prevent this, everyone just watched as the once promising inheritor lost his cultivation to the deputy sect master, who claimed it was to temper his will. Much in the same way, the Nine-Child Ghost Mother, separately raised by numerous city slaughterers, was also devastated.

At that time, he, too, had witnessed the horrific scene, but chose silence. Now, the same plight had befallen him, even more, grim than before.

For, he was merely sitting in his dwelling, not having ventured anywhere, yet was sought out by an increasingly tyrannical deputy sect master.

The reason? He had seen him but not bowed in greeting!

Was he being treated as an obsequious runt? He, a true disciple of the Ghost Soul Sect, being insulted in such a way was unbearable!

However, just as in the case of the Pei True Inheritance’s cultivation being stripped and the Nine-Child Ghost Mother being obliterated by Yin lightning, no one spoke out for him this time either.

“I admit that I was wrong for not bowing when I saw the deputy sect master. The punishment is just. Please, could you overlook this once, sir? Should I see the deputy sect master again, I will bow in greeting and never slight you again.”

The horrifying specter of his fellow disciple’s fate vivid in his mind, and faced with the overwhelming backing of the deputy sect master, his sanity screamed caution, urging him not to do anything rash and swallow his anger.

“So you’re bowing your head in submission?”

Feng Qing’an’s held the same dismissive gaze, his contempt barely masked.

“Indeed.”

The young man lowered his head, not wanting the deputy sect master to see the anger and murderous intent that were on the verge of breaking out.

“Words are the weakest thing in this world. A few spoken and you expect me to let you off? If the price of offending me is this low, every person in the sect would follow suit, leaving my dignity in tatters.”

Feng Qing’an still seemed to ignore the once lush mountain now stripped bare, his words carefree and mocking.

“So, deputy sect master, what would you have me do?”

The young man in the brocade, practically grinding his teeth, slowly enunciated each word. A frail, elderly voice echoed in his ear, advising him to apologize, bow, and not provoke this deputy sect master.

“I heard you’ve come into some luck, had some adventures outside, and even got hold of a Sword Canon. These flying swords of yours were made using the methods mentioned in the Sword Canon, weren’t they? Give me the Sword Canon, and I’ll let this slide.”

Feng Qing’an examined the flying swords swimming like fish around the young man, grinning as he spoke.

He too was currently practising swordsmanship. Although not much, the quality was rather good. He wanted to compare, to what extent were his swords better than those of others?

“You want my Xuan Yin Canon?”

The man in brocade robes suddenly raised his head, finally understanding why the deputy sect master had out of nowhere troubled him. It turned out that he coveted his Sword Canon, although his greed was too naked.

“What? You’re unwilling? Fine, if you’re unwilling, I’ll take it by force. I can easily extract your soul and search it.”

Feng Qing’an had shown no intention of getting up, but the Yin soldiers approaching the procession had gradually started to encircle him.