Chapter 338: Wan Jian Sect

Yan Jin felt an urge to ask the sect to change his assigned city. Although his fifth brother, Xue Feng, was the kindest to him among his siblings, he was still somewhat reluctant to interact with the Xue family. However, he also understood that the Venerables made decisions regarding the deployment of Divine Demons to guard various cities by balancing many factors. Moving one Divine Demon would have a ripple effect, requiring the reallocation of several others.

For instance, when Liu Qiyue was transferred to Jiangzhou City, Marquis Meixue also needed a new assignment, and her Guardian, Wang Shan, was also reassigned. This also affected arrangements in other cities.

It was a very complicated matter. It was only after seeing his wife, Liu Qiyue, expend lifespan with each Phoenix Nirvana that Meng Chuan finally wrote to the Venerables. Given Meng Chuan's immense contributions, the Venerables made an exception. Ordinary Marquis Divine Demons, without exceptional reasons, could never persuade the Venerables to alter their plans.

"From now on, we must support each other," the man holding a fan said with a smile, "to better guard this city."

"Yes, Senior Brother Lu," Yan Jin nodded.

"We've already prepared a meal," the man with the fan chuckled. "Without further ado, let's discuss our coordination and how the three of us will deal with demon monarchs attacking the city while we eat."

Yan Jin nodded.

Xue Feng watched his younger brother from the side.

"Marquis Qingxue," Xue Feng mused silently, "do you truly hate father so much that you chose 'Qingxue' as your title?"

Yan Jin's mother was originally a maid beside King Anhai. "Qingxue" was the name she used as a maid, not her real name. For a dignified Marquis Divine Demon to use a maid's name as a title?

As guarding Divine Demons needed to conceal their identities, Yan Jin usually only gathered with Xue Feng and Senior Brother Lu.

Swish, swish, swish. Within the pervasive Darkstar Domain, Xue Feng and Yan Jin transformed into two flashes of sword light, battling each other. Though Yan Jin was a man of few words and rarely engaged with Xue Feng, he was always willing to participate in combat practice, repeatedly launching full-force attacks against his elder brother.

Clang. Clang. Both swords were directly knocked out of their hands. "Seventh Brother, you've lost again," Xue Feng said with a smile. Yan Jin silently picked up his two swords and left without a word.

"Senior Brother Xue, weren't you a bit too harsh? You directly knocked his swords away. Didn't you hold back at all?" Senior Brother Lu walked over, fanning himself, and asked softly.

Xue Feng shook his head. "You don't know him. If I held back, he probably wouldn't even bother to spar with me. You have to be harsh! When you decisively defeat him, he becomes even more resilient."

"Oh?" Senior Brother Lu looked surprised.

Sparring continued, time after time. Life as a guarding Divine Demon was solitary, and Yan Jin spent most of his time cultivating and battling, though he was often decisively beaten by Xue Feng. Over time, Yan Jin understood that his elder brother's sparring sessions were also a form of training for him. He was inherently 'cold on the outside, warm on the inside', and after all these years, he knew in his heart how well Xue Feng had treated him. It was only due to his connection to the Xue family that he was unwilling to get too close to his fifth brother. Nevertheless, he cherished this bond deep down.

"Hmm, what's this?" Returning to his room, Yan Jin saw a small black sword placed on his table.

Yan Jin had a faint feeling that the small sword was unusual. He picked it up with some confusion and examined it closely. His consciousness was immediately drawn into it. A vast, intricate collection of sword arts flooded his mind, a mysterious legacy that refused to be rejected, pouring directly into his Essence Soul.

"Huh?" It took him a long time to regain full consciousness. He tossed the small black sword onto the table, gazing at it in shock. "Myriad Swords Sect?" "The core legacy of the great historical sect, the Myriad Swords Sect? How did it appear on my table?" Yan Jin clearly understood what he had just received: the legacy of a great sect renowned for its sword arts throughout human history. The Myriad Swords Sect was once incredibly powerful, far surpassing the present-day Two World Island at its peak. Although it had long been destroyed, its core legacy remained a priceless treasure.

This legacy had been lost during the rise and fall of human powers, yet now it had appeared in Yan Jin's room.

"It couldn't have appeared out of thin air," Yan Jin thought. "Someone must have put it here." His first thought was of his elder brother. "Was it Fifth Brother?"

Holding the small black sword, Yan Jin immediately went to Xue Feng's residence.

Xue Feng was in his study, reading a book.

"Did you put this in my room?" Yan Jin walked in, holding the small black sword.

"Yes," Xue Feng replied, holding his book. He nodded with a smile. "Haven't you always wanted to defeat me? The reason I mastered the 'Golden Wind Fifteen Swords' is because of this. Only by learning it yourself will you have a chance to defeat me."

Yan Jin stared at Xue Feng. *Thud*. Yan Jin tossed the small black sword onto the table and turned to leave.

Xue Feng watched his brother leave with a smile, saying, "If you want to thank me, then kill more demon monarchs."

Yan Jin, however, walked away without a word.

"This quiet one," Xue Feng chuckled, picking up the small black sword. "No matter what, now that you've received the legacy, you won't be able to forget it." "Now that Seventh Brother has learned it, this Myriad Swords Sect legacy should be handed over to the sect," Xue Feng thought to himself. He had kept it after learning it himself, hoping that his seventh brother would also learn it someday. However, the threshold to learn it was very high; one needed to condense an Essence Soul to receive the legacy, which was why he waited until today. As for his other elder brothers and sisters, they were relatively less talented. Only his second elder brother practiced swordsmanship, but he had no hope of becoming a Marquis Divine Demon, being just an ordinary Great Solar Divine Demon who now served as a 'Patrol Divine Demon' in the mountains and wilds.

"The core legacy of the Myriad Swords Sect?" Upon receiving the news, Venerable Li Guan's Essence Soul avatar personally arrived. He was quite astonished when he held the small black sword.

Yuanchu Mountain had profound foundations, yet in terms of sword arts, it couldn't compare to the small black sword in his hand.

"Xue Feng, thank you," Venerable Li Guan said, looking at Xue Feng. "The sect is asking you to transfer to another faction, yet you still offered such a precious item to my Yuanchu Mountain. Yuanchu Mountain owes you a great deal. If there's anything you'd like Yuanchu Mountain to help with, just say it."

"Once I go to Black Sand Grotto-Heaven, I'll have fewer opportunities to see my family," Xue Feng said. "I ask the sect to please assist my siblings and my father more. I don't mean anything else; they should continue to serve as Patrol Divine Demons and Guarding Divine Demons. I just hope they won't be sent to their deaths."

Venerable Li Guan nodded. "They have all contributed to humanity, and we would naturally take good care of them. You have no other requests?"

"None," Xue Feng replied, shaking his head.

What benefits would he need, being alone? When he reached Black Sand Grotto-Heaven, he would also have great opportunities and would naturally strive to improve himself.

Venerable Li Guan looked at Xue Feng, truly admiring the junior. He sighed, "If it weren't for these special times, I would never have allowed you to transfer to another faction."

"It's all the same, killing demon monarchs," Xue Feng said.

In the blink of an eye, two years passed. It had also been over three years since Meng Chuan emerged from the World Gap. He practiced his blade techniques every night. Even on the rare occasions he was too exhausted to sleep, he would still practice for an hour upon waking in the morning. This allowed his blade techniques to accumulate profound depth.

Whoosh. Above Jiangzhou City, a figure executed movement techniques, leaving streaks of lightning in the air, changing unpredictably. It was like a dragon or serpent transforming within mist, appearing and disappearing. The lightning traces suddenly vanished. A figure stood suspended in the air; it was Meng Chuan. Enveloped by the Darkstar Domain, his movement techniques were naturally invisible to outsiders. "My 'Cloud Mist Dragon Serpent Movement Technique' now has a preliminary form," Meng Chuan murmured to himself. "I'm just one step away from the 'Law Domain realm'."