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Barely able to see the light of a True Spirit vanishing into the void, swallowed by the laws unknowable, Feng Qing’an touched his chin and couldn’t help but mock,

“Better off staying wherever it’s comfortable for you. May you be reincarnated as an insect and be pecked at by birds every day!”

After Feng Qing’an offhandedly cursed, he turned his attention to the ferocious bird carcass, gradually withering and shrivelling within the crimson swordlight, its vital essence being divided amongst the thirty-six Demon Subduing Swords.

When the corpse of the monstrous bird larger than a hundred feet hill fell from the sky, it had already become a useless pile of junk. In its collision with the mountain, it did not cause any further demolition but instead shattered into countless fragments.

This was because even the vital essence within its bones had been fully drained. The thirty-six Demon Subduing Swords were now in a state of aspiration, not reaching the expectation originally designed by Dong Huang.

Feng Qing’an had merely utilized the vital essence of three blood-immortal humans to awaken these blood swords. In the process, he had to shed some blood. Without this, how could these swords have such powerful spirits and the ability to slay demons on their own?”

“Rest for a moment, then continue your demon slaying pursuits. You must not slack!”

Without the need for Feng Qing’an to appear and urge them, a sullen-looking youth who had just ordered these cultivators to offer up their Yuan power reappeared, commanding these cultivators from a superior position. Although these cultivators were resentful, they dared not defy him.

Because every sword spirit represented the will of the three supreme elders of their sect, or at least it appeared so in their eyes, even though the three supreme elders they knew, were currently in Feng Qing’an’s Cave Sky, exhausted like a sacrificial cow for blood and essence.

“Esteemed sir, we have been relentlessly pursuing this monstrous bird for nearly three days without rest. Could you allow us some time to rest?”

An elder who had almost been ripped open stepped forward. Although he did not want to offend these sword spirits, his current condition no longer allowed him to carry on with the task of demon slaying.

“Rest during cultivation? Will the demons rest? Will they stop and wait for you? If I wait for you to rest fully, where will I find such blood meals?”

The melancholic youth didn’t hesitate to reject directly, even confronting them with a question. None of these required Feng Qing’an’s instructions. He knew what he had to do at this moment.

Vanquishing demons and plundering their soul essence and blood vitality was the shared goal of the thirty-six Demon Subduing Swords.

However, as sword instruments, despite their remarkable sharpness, and particular killing strength against demons, they still needed the Human Race cultivators to activate them. Unfortunately, their current swordmaster’s realm was too low, so the people before them had to suffice for now.

“Oh Master, we…”

“No need for more words, soon we will follow you and slaughter every demon tormenting the Human Race. You only have to supply spirit power as you did just now!”

“This… this is too wonderful.”

Witnessing the might of the Sword Array as it slaughtered the demon, an elder, severely wounded and on the verge of collapse, joyously exclaimed, even losing himself a bit in triumph. He reached out to grasp the melancholic youth’s fully consolidated sword, but before he could touch it, a flash of blood-colored swordlight left his arm severed at the root, exploding into a mist of blood in mid-air.

Ah–

“What were you trying to do?”

The gloomy youth emotionlessly stared at the elder who had lost an arm, emitting painful screams.

“Sir, didn’t you just say you would stick with us? I greatly admire you and fell for you at first sight. I wanted to keep you by my side for my own safety.”

“When I said I’d stick with you, it was to get your spiritual power at the crucial moment, not to be used as a tool by you. Do you think you are qualified to use me?”

The youth’s emotionally still words left the elder blushing, his face instantly turning ashen. Being insulted by a mere sword, even if he can’t tolerate it, he must endure it.

Because it was an immortal sword, even by his standards, he instinctively felt that the value of this sword far exceeded his life.

“Distinguished ones, will you truly accompany us on our journey?”

After glancing at the color-shifting elder, an elegant Sect Leader holding a feather fan looked at the thirty-six youthful men and women in front of him, his posture respectful as he enquired.

“Naturally.”

“Excellent!”

Upon hearing this assurance, the Sect Leader’s heart, which was always suspended, finally dropped a bit. The attitude of these sword spirits indicated that the three supreme elders who ordered them to slay demons were not ignoring them.

If that was the case, he could let go of his worries. As for these elders, no matter how severe the casualties, it didn’t matter. They were just wastes who managed to form their Yuan Dan [Golden Core] by relying on spiritual objects.

As long as the realm of the three supreme elders improved, and this Sword Array could be restored to its peak state, many spiritual objects could be obtained.

In this world, only strength was the fundamental basis for survival, he saw this clearly. The most important part of the Ghost Soul Sect was neither he—the sect leader—nor the elders who worked tirelessly every day to teach and nurture the disciples.

Instead, it was the three supreme elders who were almost indifferent to everything, focusing solely on cultivation and enlightenment. As long as they existed, the Ghost Soul Sect would always exist. Even if he was the only one left, the Ghost Soul Sect would remain unscathed.