In a long-abandoned dead city, a figure wearing a black mask leaned quietly against the ruins.
“It has been a long time. You have made rapid progress.”
An ethereal voice echoed from all directions.
Ye Feng sneered.
“Playing tricks… You know that won’t work on me.”
As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, a violent wind rose from all sides.
Dust swirled across the ground, slowly condensing into a human shape.
“The previous agreement still stands. As I said, I do not wish to be your enemy.”
The face of the figure within the dust was blurred, but the wariness toward Ye Feng was evident in his tone.
“Why should I care about a piece of paper? If you want to fight, then fight. You talk too much.”
Ye Feng did not dare to be careless.
He drew the Linyuan Sword, poised and ready.
“In that case, a battle it is.”
The figure in the wind gradually solidified, revealing a hair-raising appearance: he had no face!
The area where his facial features should have been was now completely flat, as if covered by a single layer of human skin.
“Of those who are not disciples of my Myriad Sword Sect but enter the Myriad Sword Tomb, the last one to leave unscathed was the Dao Seed of your Tianyan Sect. I want to see if you can leave as well.”
“I have already killed six Faceless Men. Today will be the day you die, too.”
The two figures lunged at each other instantly.
Even though both were only at the Qi Condensation realm, the aftershocks of their battle sent shattered stones flying, clearing the surrounding area.
If Zhu Lan were present, she would be utterly shocked — the two were using the exact same technique: the Surging Wave Sword Art.
Two sharp streaks of silver light clashed back and forth, neither side yielding an inch.
Ye Feng felt the strength of the Faceless Man, his brow furrowed.
It was nothing more than him accidentally entering the Myriad Sword Tomb, the forbidden area of the Myriad Sword Sect, and making off with a copy of the Surging Wave Sword Art.
That old fossil, the Sect Master of the Myriad Sword Sect, had actually released Faceless Men to hunt him down relentlessly.
Having read the original novel, Ye Feng naturally knew the secrets the Myriad Sword Sect hid within their forbidden grounds.
Those sword-obsessed lunatics, in their pursuit of the Dao of the sword, would often enter the Myriad Sword Tomb alone when their lifespans were nearing an end.
They did so to gamble on one last chance to attain the supreme Dao.
However, there was a reason it was called a forbidden area.
A mysterious existence was sealed within the Myriad Sword Tomb, and its evil, eerie power influenced those who entered.
This caused the sword cultivators to be corrupted after death.
They would use their own swords to slice off their faces, becoming Faceless Men who wandered the tomb day and night, never finding peace.
The Sect Master had discovered this.
Although he stopped others from entering the tomb later on, many had already been affected after death.
Eventually, he cultivated the Faceless Men into secret weapons.
The strength of a Faceless Man lay in its ability to copy someone’s appearance, use every sword technique the cultivator possessed in life, and master all the sword arts of the deceased cultivators within the tomb.
Even more terrifying was that, below the Golden Core realm, it could copy a person’s cultivation level without any side effects.
Ye Feng remembered clearly that in the original story, the Faceless Men were only gathered together and never deployed as weapons.
Furthermore, they did not possess their own consciousness.
Yet, the seven Faceless Men hunting him actually shared a single mind!
‘It seems that because of my transmigration, the butterfly effect of me not following the original plot has caused unimaginable changes in the entire cultivation world.’
Clang!
Their swords collided, and both retreated a few steps.
“Tell me, are you that old geezer, the Sect Master of the Myriad Sword Sect?”
Ye Feng suddenly asked.
To Ye Feng’s surprise, the Faceless Man actually nodded in admission.
“No one but a disciple of my Myriad Sword Sect may learn the Surging Wave Sword Art. It makes me quite unhappy not to cause some trouble for you.”
The Faceless Man performed a flourish with his sword and attacked Ye Feng again.
Ye Feng, however, sheathed the Linyuan Sword and said with a faint smile, “In my opinion, you are just jealous that I have an ancient divine sword like the Linyuan Sword. That is why you find me eyesore and want to cause trouble.”
The Faceless Man’s sword stopped just short of Ye Feng’s neck, not advancing an inch further.
“Kid, you are quite interesting.”
The Faceless Man also sheathed his sword.
“Fine, I will no longer pursue the matter of the Surging Wave Sword Art.”
Ye Feng could not help but chuckle.
If nothing unexpected happened…
“However!”
The “however” had indeed arrived.
“You killed six of my Faceless Men. You have to compensate me for my losses, don’t you?”
Ye Feng adopted the attitude of a dead pig not fearing boiling water and spread his hands.
“I have no money, and if you want my life, I have one — ow!”
Before Ye Feng could finish, the Faceless Man smacked him in the face with the flat of his sword.
“You really are like a stone in a latrine — foul and stubborn. Fine, I won’t take advantage of you.”
Flesh and blood grew over the Faceless Man’s face, and his features shifted into the appearance of an old man.
“In exchange for the bodies of the six Faceless Men, you are not allowed to have any hostile thoughts toward the Myriad Sword Sect for thirty years. How about it?”
Ye Feng quickly refused.
“Not a chance. I can’t do that.”
The Sect Master of the Myriad Sword Sect laughed and scolded, “You aren’t even willing to do that? Do you know the cultivation level of the person standing before you? Killing you would only take one breath.”
Ye Feng continued to wave him off.
“Then go ahead and kill me. Make it quick.”
Seeing that the old man in front of him was actually lost in thought, Ye Feng, following his heart, added a sentence: “But I can guarantee that I will not actively harm the Myriad Sword Sect for the next twenty years. However, if some blind fools offend me first, I won’t be polite.”
The old man burst into laughter.
“Kid, you are afraid after all. I thought you were truly that arrogant.”
Ye Feng wiped away the nonexistent cold sweat on his forehead.
There was no helping it.
As someone in the Qi Condensation realm facing a Soul Transformation realm powerhouse, the man could crush him like a bug in a matter of minutes.
“Twenty years it is. Kid, I see that you seem to be lacking something right now.”
A flash appeared in the old man’s hand, revealing a bottle filled with blood.
“Ancestral Dragon Blood. If I add this, how about another thirty years?”
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes.
Ancestral Dragon Blood… this old man was certainly willing to pay a high price.
“I will add ten more years at most, for a total of thirty years.”
“That works.”
The old man tossed the bottle to Ye Feng and chuckled.
“I am getting old! I can finally have some peace of mind.”
Ye Feng’s expression was complicated.
“Can’t you just stay as the Sect Master?”
The old man shook his head.
“I have lived this long, and my greatest regret was taking the position of Sect Master. When I was young, I regretted it so much my intestines turned green. But I have worked for the Myriad Sword Sect my whole life, and I have grown used to it. After finishing these last few years, I’m going to retire!”
Ye Feng shook his head.
“Don’t think so much, you old fossil. Just stay as the Sect Master. Without you, there aren’t many people in your Myriad Sword Sect worth looking at. When the time comes, your sect will be the first one I go after.”
“Heh, as you wish. By then, the Myriad Sword Sect won’t be my concern. If you attack, I will be the first to run.”
Ye Feng’s face soured, but he said nothing more.
Every man has his own fate.
“Right, the Demon Race has started acting up again recently. I heard another Demon God has been born. You all will be quite busy!”
Ye Feng was about to speak when he felt the world spinning around him as the surrounding scenery shattered.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in Liangchuan City.
….
“Sect Master, you just let that kid go? He stole our Myriad Sword Sect’s Surging Wave Sword Art. Moreover, the Ancestral Dragon Blood is…”
After Ye Feng was sent out of the Myriad Sword Tomb, a confused voice rang out from the shadows.
The old man pulled out a walking stick from nowhere and began walking slowly toward the exit.
“The thing I am most proud of in this life is not my cultivation, nor my status. It is my judgment of people; I have never misjudged anyone. Otherwise, how do you think our Myriad Sword Sect has survived this long? I don’t have that kind of strength. As for the Ancestral Dragon Blood you mentioned — trading a cup of blood for thirty years of protection for the Myriad Sword Sect is a very good deal.”
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