I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 569: Slaughter-Breaking Sword Shi Xuan
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Chapter 569: Slaughter-Breaking Sword Shi Xuan
“Senior Uncle Hong, that senior brother has finally emerged from his seclusion.”
An inner court disciple rushed into the monitoring room of the Quiet Courtyard, relaying the news urgently in a single breath.
Deacon Hong, who had just concluded his own cultivation session, appeared slightly irritated. He spoke in a low tone, “How has this deacon instructed you in the past? Regardless of the situation, you must maintain your composure.”
“But... but this is the individual you ordered me to watch with the utmost care.”
The disciple’s voice trailed off as he spoke, his eyes averting from Deacon Hong’s gaze in apprehension.
“The one I told you to monitor?”
Deacon Hong looked at him with a puzzled expression.
“It is the senior brother who arrived with Senior Uncle Shi.”
The moment the disciple finished his sentence, he peeked up to observe Senior Uncle Hong’s reaction.
Predictably, Senior Uncle Hong’s face underwent a drastic transformation in an instant. “How can that be possible?” he cried out in disbelief.
Wasting no more time, he stood up abruptly. “Follow me to meet that junior brother at once.”
“Yes.”
The inner court disciple complied, though he grumbled silently to himself, “Senior Uncle, you told us not to lose our heads, so why are you the one panicking now?”
Deacon Hong was gripped by a profound sense of alarm. He had personally witnessed the overwhelming aura of slaughter clinging to that junior brother before he entered the low-grade quiet room only seven days ago.
It was fundamentally impossible to purge such an aura in such a brief window of time.
Could the junior brother’s mind have been corrupted by the aura of slaughter?
Should that be the case, every deacon and Elder responsible for the quiet rooms would face severe consequences.
That man was one of the final disciples of the Qiankun Great Sage. If a disaster befell him under their watch...
He did not dare contemplate the aftermath. He quickly signaled another disciple and commanded, “Go and find Senior Brother Shi. Inform him that his friend has exited the quiet room.”
After giving the order, Deacon Hong cursed Shi Yuqi’s entire lineage in his mind.
‘Can’t that man be more dependable? I refuse to be the only one taking the fall for this.’
A short time later, Deacon Hong and his subordinates spotted the man in the bronze mask approaching.
To the deacon’s astonishment, the aura of slaughter had vanished entirely from the man. Instead, he radiated a serene, transcendental air, as if he had undergone a profound spiritual purification.
This was a state Deacon Hong had only ever witnessed after the masters of the Great Thunder Sound Monastery performed a cleansing on their disciples.
He greeted him instinctively, “Junior brother, you have finished so quickly?”
“I have.”
Shi Xuan felt his spirit was vibrant and his state was at its peak, so he answered with a faint smile.
“Junior brother, do you feel any lingering discomfort?”
Deacon Hong pressed further with another inquiry.
While Shi Xuan was unfamiliar with the man’s identity, he recognized the deacon’s robes and assumed these were merely standard procedural questions.
He cupped his fists and replied, “I appreciate your concern, senior brother. I am feeling perfectly fine.”
“Excellent. You are truly remarkable, junior brother.”
As Deacon Hong spoke, a booming voice resonated from nearby.
“Junior brother, you’ve come out already. I truly thought you would remain in the quiet room for several more days.”
The group turned toward the sound and saw Shi Yuqi approaching, accompanied by several disciples.
Shi Yuqi had initially been stunned by the news of Shi Xuan’s early exit, but he calmed down once he remembered whose disciple Shi Xuan was.
It wouldn't be strange for the era's greatest sage to provide Shi Xuan with treasures capable of easily neutralizing the aura of slaughter.
Shi Xuan smiled and said, “Senior Brother Shi, your timing is quite precise, isn’t it?”
Shi Yuqi replied, “It wasn't luck. I had someone keep an eye on your room to alert me the moment you finished your seclusion. Come, let us go and share a few drinks first.”
He chose not to call out Deacon Hong. Since they were members of the same Sect, there was no reason to cause a stir over such a minor matter.
Sensing this, Deacon Hong shot a look of pure gratitude toward Shi Yuqi.
‘This old fellow still treats me as a comrade. I wonder if I might have the chance to earn this junior brother’s friendship as well.’
“Very well.”
Shi Xuan agreed. After his long battles in the Land of Slaughter, he felt he deserved a moment of respite.
Shi Yuqi turned his eyes toward Deacon Hong. “Junior Brother Hong, would you care to join us for a round of wine?”
“I would be honored, but I wouldn't want to intrude?”
Internally, Deacon Hong was ecstatic. This was his chance to build a connection with this junior brother.
Shi Yuqi, being a man of the world, saw through the act immediately but didn't expose him. “How could it be an intrusion? Junior Brother Shi will likely use the quiet rooms many times. You will be the one looking out for him in the future.”
“In that case, I shall shamelessly accept the invitation,” Deacon Hong said, beaming.
“Let’s move.”
With Shi Yuqi leading the way, the group departed in a grand fashion.
Shortly after, they arrived at the same banquet hall they had visited previously.
Attendants were already busy setting out wine and delicacies.
After half an hour, the festivities officially commenced.
Since only the three of them were present, Shi Xuan removed his mask.
Upon seeing Shi Xuan’s youthful features, Deacon Hong was visibly shocked. He lifted his cup and asked, “I am Hong Bibo. Might I ask for your name, junior brother?”
“Shi Xuan,” he replied, raising his own cup in return.
Hiss...
At the mention of that name, Deacon Hong gasped. “So, you are that genius who once caused a stir in the Northern Abyss.”
“You overpraise me, senior brother. I am simply riding on the reputation of our Wen Dao Academy,” Shi Xuan said modestly.
After several rounds of drinking, the mood became boisterous, and the gathering didn't conclude until the late hours of the night.
The following morning, Shi Xuan donned his bronze mask once more and returned to the Land of Slaughter.
His appearance immediately drew the focus of many, as it had only been eight days since he had last been seen there.
“Who is that senior brother in the bronze mask? How did he cleanse all that aura of slaughter so quickly?”
“Keep your voice down. A figure like that clearly wants to keep his identity hidden.”
“...”
Secrets are rarely kept for long. Word of Shi Xuan’s incredible feats quickly circulated among the Wen Dao Academy disciples.
Six months later, his reputation even reached the ears of the disciples from the Ten Great Holy Lands.
Because of his mask, his face remained a mystery, leading the disciples of the Ten Great Holy Lands to give him a title—the Slaughter-Breaking Sword.
The name implied that his blade possessed the power to shatter the aura of slaughter itself.
On this particular day, Shi Xuan emerged from the quiet room as usual and happened upon Hong Bibo and Shi Yuqi.
“Junior brother, you’ve become quite the legend in our Land of Slaughter,” Hong Bibo teased. Their friendship had deepened significantly over their shared drinks.
Shi Xuan smiled. “Those are merely titles given by others. True strength comes only from within.”
Shi Yuqi asked with genuine curiosity, “Junior brother, how much longer do you intend to stay here in the Land of Slaughter?”
Shi Xuan answered honestly, “Ten years.”
Shi Yuqi paused, then said, “Junior brother, I have a bold request to ask of you. I wonder if you would be willing to listen?”