Chapter 1495: Yang Master Emerges from Seclusion

A loud boom!

As the sound faded, everyone felt an intense pressure suddenly descend from the air. Immediately, a middle-aged woman, holding a long sword, flew straight towards them.

Even before she arrived, her sword qi had penetrated to the bone, as if to tear one's flesh apart.

"Dream Sword Saint..."

Feeling this sword qi, the Grand Elder's scalp tingled. He quickly cupped his fists, but before he could speak, the sword light was already upon him.

With a single strike, the Grand Elder was sent flying backward, creating another large crater in the ground. A bloody wound appeared on his chest.

"You..." He hadn't expected the Clan Head's wife to attack immediately upon her return, without a word. The Grand Elder was so enraged he almost exploded. Struggling to stand, he flipped his palm, and a long sword appeared, which he thrust through the air.

"Haven't seen you in a few days, and your guts have grown, daring to lay hands on me?" The woman raised an elegant eyebrow, gently waving the long sword in her hand.

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz! The Grand Elder seemed to be instantly caught in a fierce current, spinning ceaselessly. More and more sword wounds appeared on his body, and blood continuously gushed out.

Although his strength was unmatched, in the face of her sword art, it was still insufficient; he was easily overwhelmed.

The next moment, the Grand Elder was pinned against a pile of broken walls and rubble, coughing up mouthfuls of blood, his face pale. He had been struck by lightning for a considerable time, and then fought with the Qilin and Azure Dragon beasts, already sustaining severe injuries. Now, being crushed by her sword qi, he felt completely enervated, without an ounce of strength left.

"Cough, cough, my dear, please stop!" Immediately after, an awkward voice sounded, and a middle-aged man descended.

"Clan Head!" The surrounding elders, upon seeing him, all uniformly cupped their fists in greeting.

It was precisely the Zhang Clan Head, the father of the 'little genius,' the Xīng Sword Saint.

The two of them knew Zhang Xuan was in the Zhang Clan and rushed back with all their might, significantly cutting down travel time, but it was still too late.

"Stop? Did you not hear this fellow's command?" Her expression darkened, and the Dream Sword Saint raised an elegant eyebrow.

"I heard it... that's precisely why I didn't stop you! Look at his condition now; if you keep hitting him... he'll probably die! Let's ask him first what exactly happened." Xīng Sword Saint scratched his head, giving an awkward laugh.

"Hmph!" The Dream Sword Saint flicked her sleeve, not bothering to say more.

Seeing that she wouldn't say more, Xīng Sword Saint sighed in relief. He quickly turned to the Grand Elder not far away and asked, "What exactly happened? Why did you issue a Grand Elder's Order to execute Zhang Xuan?"

"Reporting to the Clan Head, after Zhang Xuan arrived at the Zhang Clan, he caused widespread destruction, ruining the entire Zhang Clan... The Grand Elder had no choice but to issue the order!" Zhang Wuchen quickly cupped his fists.

"Widespread destruction?" Xīng Sword Saint was stunned for a moment, then pointed around him, "You mean all these ruins are his handiwork?"

As soon as he arrived, he saw that the entire Zhang Clan had collapsed. He had been wondering what happened, but he never expected it was Zhang Xuan's doing.

"Precisely, it was him!" Zhang Wuchen gritted his teeth, "Our Zhang Clan's ten-thousand-year foundation..."

"This..." Xīng Sword Saint was taken aback and couldn't help but look at his wife beside him, "This is a bit like you..."

His wife simply loved causing destruction. After marrying into the Zhang Clan, she often caused unrest throughout the entire family. He never expected... Zhang Xuan to be even worse, his destructive prowess seemingly reaching a higher level...

"It's just some buildings, isn't it? If they collapse, you want to kill someone... Is this the Zhang Clan's demeanor? Do you believe I can tear down your ancestral temple right now...?" Raising an elegant eyebrow, the Dream Sword Saint was enveloped in sword qi.

What in the world! Just some collapsed buildings? What's the big deal! Do you believe I can dig up your ancestral graves right now?

"This... it's not about the buildings..." The Grand Elder finally recovered, and seeing the Dream Sword Saint's aura, he knew this woman truly dared to do anything. If he didn't explain clearly, she might really demolish their ancestral graves. His face flushed, and he quickly explained.

"Then what is it about?" The Dream Sword Saint narrowed her eyes.

"It's... I know what you're thinking; you must believe Zhang Xuan is him... To tell you the truth, he's not! I've already tested his bloodline and soul; they have no connection whatsoever to the Zhang Clan..." The Grand Elder said, knowing her thoughts.

"Bloodline, hmph, do you have the nerve to talk about bloodlines?" The Dream Sword Saint sneered.

"Even setting aside the bloodline, I personally witnessed this fellow using Witch Soul arts, and even wielding an Outer-Realm Demon's treasure. If my guess is correct, he is very likely not human, but an Outer-Realm Demon!" The Grand Elder said, gritting his teeth.

"Witch Soul arts?"

"Outer-Realm Demon treasure?"

Xīng Sword Saint and Dream Sword Saint exchanged glances, each momentarily stunned.

Originally, they had both assumed Zhang Xuan was surely their missing child. They never expected him to be a Witch Soul Master.

"Precisely. Witch Soul Masters are extremely sinister; I don't need to elaborate, you both know that. His witch soul left his body; I saw it clearly. He even used an Outer-Realm Demon's treasure to attack me. This deep pit was created by that treasure. If you don't believe me, you can see for yourselves; there's still the murderous aura of the Outer-Realm Demons swirling within it!" The Grand Elder pointed forward.

The two of them quickly looked. The huge pit before them was several hundred meters across. Although the bottom was filled with rubble, with their strength, they could indeed discern the agitated aura of the Outer-Realm Demons within it.

Outer-Realm Demon artifacts require murderous true qi to activate, and humans cannot use them. If he could use it, then... could Zhang Xuan truly not be their child, but an Outer-Realm Demon instead?

"This is indeed the aura of an Outer-Realm Demon. What exactly happened?" After confirming this, Xīng Sword Saint couldn't help but ask.

"It's like this..." The Grand Elder quickly recounted in detail the sword art challenge and how that fellow's breakthrough attracted a lightning tribulation.

"A Void-Entering Tribulation, yet the lightning it drew was even more vast than a Space-Time Tribulation?" After hearing the explanation and seeing the ground littered with lightning-struck areas, Xīng Sword Saint was pensive.

If his child were still alive, they would undoubtedly be a peerless genius. But... to attract such a massive lightning tribulation at the Domain Realm, and successfully pass it, would likely be impossible!

Could it be that, just as the Grand Elder said, he was truly an Outer-Realm Demon in disguise?

"Isn't he Master Yang's student? Why not just ask Master Yang?" The Dream Sword Saint snorted.

"Yes, let's ask Master Yang!" Xīng Sword Saint nodded, "However, Master Yang is in seclusion; it's inconvenient to disturb him for now..."

Boom! Before he finished speaking, a mighty aura shot straight into the sky. The pressure it exerted silenced everything around them.

"Master Yang has emerged from seclusion..." Feeling this power, everyone's eyes lit up simultaneously, and they rushed over.

They then saw an old man hovering in the air. The power radiating from his body flickered, making it impossible to tell what realm he had reached.

"Master Yang!" Upon seeing him, everyone cupped their fists.

"Hm," Master Yang smiled faintly.

"Master Yang, there's something I wish to consult you about. There's a young man named Zhang Xuan who claims to be your student. We're wondering... when did you take him in?" After a brief exchange of greetings, the Grand Elder couldn't help but ask.