This Is Not the Female Demon Lord I Remembered
Chapter 232 - 227: Everyone Knows the Taoist Sect is Poor.

Chapter 232: Chapter 227: Everyone Knows the Taoist Sect is Poor.

Boom——

A violent explosion erupted from the mountaintop of Mingzhao Sword Sect, the once-proud grand hall of the sect was directly blown into ruins. Although it withstood the passage of time, it ultimately couldn’t escape the fate of being destroyed by others.

The three culprits behind this devastation, however, had no interest in appreciating the art of explosions at this moment, focused solely on defeating their opponents first before anything else.

Su Youyi’s gaze was cold, her sword shadows fast as lightning, as if a celestial maiden descending to earth, spinning three sword flowers in the air aimed directly at her opponent’s eyes, throat, and heart—three vital points.

Immaculate Sword Technique was unleashed, clouds and rosy clouds came from the horizon, covering the heavenly vault for three hundred miles!

Mounted on white clouds and bathed in colorful rosy clouds, Su Youyi’s sword was like the cold moon’s frosty light, carrying an unmatched fierceness amidst her stunning grace.

Not far away, Ke Mengzhan was also busy. He threw his longsword into the sky, formed hand seals with both hands, his usual laziness and drowsiness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a longing and craving for battle.

The longsword in the air, under the illumination of the Big Sun Light, reflected thousands of rays of light, each of these lights then transformed into a new longsword, shimmering with cold light, its sharpness undiminished.

Ke Mengzhan’s expression was severe, his hands joined together, drawing a mass from the boundless earthly energy and attaching it to the myriad sword shadows in the sky, infusing them with the solidity of the earth.

With the mind guiding the intent, thousands of humming swords transformed into a ferocious roaring dragon rushing towards the opponent restrained by Su Youyi.

The once beautiful Immortal Mountain had long disappeared, the three had not noticed that the repercussions of their battle had completely leveled the mountain, only leaving a ruined grand hall of the Sword Sect at the site of the old Immortal Mountain.

However, the other resources were already gathered by the two, so they fought without any reservations.

Their opponent was the last generation Sect Master of Mingzhao Sword Sect, guarding the last legacy of the sect with a sliver of remaining will.

Once a Seventh Realm Great Cultivator, now could only exhibit the strength of the early Sixth Realm, and because his spiritual wisdom had mostly faded leaving only one thought, his true combat power was not even comparable to a normal Sixth Realm Sword Cultivator.

Yet his battle-honed instincts and fearlessness of life and death, pain and injuries still engaged Su Youyi and Ke Mengzhan in a difficult fight, their bodies accumulating countless unseen sword wounds.

However, fortunately, the intelligence of this Cultivator’s spirit was ultimately inferior to a real person; under the tactic of one restraining and one attacking from afar, the scales of victory began to tilt towards Su Youyi and her companion.

In the end, under the conjunction of Su Youyi’s newly mastered "One Sword Destroying All Techniques" conception and Ke Mengzhan’s full-force burst of the Qianyuan Sword Embryo, they finally sent this Sect Master off to meet the old lady for soup.

"Phew, I’m dead tired, after this fight, I could sleep for a month without opening my eyes." Watching the formidable enemy finally perish and turn into drifting ash, Ke Mengzhan withdrew the myriad sword shadows and, without minding the dust and dirt, just collapsed in the ruins, utterly lacking the image of a Sword Cleanse Heavenly Pool’s disciple.

Su Youyi leaned on her sword, also relieved a long sigh, her body relaxed, and her tense nerves finally having a chance to relax. She wasn’t interested in the treasures like inheritances, she just wanted to quickly finish her business in Purple Cloud Palace and then go to see her senior brother.

She and Ke Mengzhan, one eager to find a place to sleep, the other only wanting to return to her senior brother’s side, thus thorough and cautious explorations were out of the question; they simply blasted their way from the base of the mountain to the peak, defeating the Sect Master directly.

Even with such a rough and straightforward approach, it still took them nearly half a month, which is also why the Purple Cloud Phoenix Extreme Secret Realm remained undeveloped for many years.

Considering Su Youyi and Ke Mengzhan, two top geniuses of the entire epoch, teaming up and still taking half a month to barely break through while suffering significant injuries, one can imagine how difficult it must be for other forces’ geniuses acting alone to achieve any gains.

Previous cohorts could come in for two months, yet achieve nothing, ultimately leaving empty-handed; this is quite common.

But this difficulty is typical of a First-Grade Sect site; normal Second or Third Grade small forces have it much easier. However, their gains are pitifully small too, like this Mingzhao Sword Sect’s inheritance including a Second Grade cultivation technique, four to five Third and Fourth Grade sword techniques, and several plants of Third and Fourth Grade spiritual medicine that were half-destroyed but still salvageable and now extinct in this epoch.

These are all part of the essence of a sect’s inheritance.

To create a completely new Second or Third Grade sword technique, one would need at least the Seventh Realm cultivation and also possess deep and unique insights into the Sword Dao, the energy and time spent on this can be terrifying.

Yet now they merely had to fight and kill to reap this much; this is the inheritance between epochs.

The sects of the Second Epoch had also obtained certain inheritances from the Secret Realms of the First Epoch, so before an epoch was about to end, each sect would preserve the most essential parts of their heritage, hoping they could be claimed by future generations.

This was the practice before, and it remains the practice now. When their epoch approaches destruction, they will do the same.

"Here’s your share, catch."

Just as Su Youyi was staring blankly at the ruins of the once splendid sect, Ke Mengzhan tossed over a low-grade Storage Ring.

"Hmm? My master instructed that this mission was to repay a favor, no need to give me these." Su Youyi spoke indifferently, without expressing any closeness derived from fighting side by side for such a long period.

Without her senior brother by her side, she was cold and distant to everyone; as for those in the Sword Pond who sought her affection, she had dealt with them one by one with her sword.

Even her decent relationship with He Zhiqing and Yu Gejing was due to Liang Yi being by her side, which was when her mental state was the softest.

"This too was instructed by my master. He said to keep the cultivation techniques and Sword Techniques, and these half-damaged immortal materials and spiritual medicines are for you, since the Taoist Sect is so poor. Don’t let Chen Hua that scoundrel come to the Sword Pond to freeload again!" Ke Mengzhan lay in the dusty ruins, mimicking the tone of his master, Zhou Yuzhi.

Su Youyi looked at the Storage Ring silently lying in the palm of her hand, her expression slightly softened. Her brother had said to smile at those who showed goodwill.

But without her brother by her side, she truly couldn’t bring herself to smile; she could only try to appear less cold.

"Then, Youyi thanks the Sword Master on behalf of the Taoist Sect." Although the Taoist Sect might not be short on money at the moment, the Sword Master didn’t know this yet; their treatment was still due to her master, Chen Hua.

"Let me sleep, call me tomorrow!" Ke Mengzhan closed his eyes, rummaged around in the ruins to make a somewhat comfortable place to lie down, and fell asleep. The lack of good rest over the past half a month had nearly killed him.

Su Youyi raised her head to look at the clear sky and the warm big sun above her, somewhat helpless. Is this really a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Pond?

But she too had internal injuries after so many days of intense battles; it was a good opportunity to heal.

While the people in the Secret Realm were still scavenging the ruins or blessed lands to fill their pockets, in the core of the Purple Cloud Sect, a lamp suddenly lit up.

Purple Cloud Sect.

The inheritance chamber deep within the sect’s main hall was dim and narrow, but here were stored all the last remaining treasures of the Purple Cloud Sect, quietly waiting for someone, millions of years later, to pass the sect’s tests and inherit the Purple Cloud legacy.

Although the flow of time inside the Secret Realm was much slower than the outside world, after such a long period of erosion, the originally sturdy chamber constructed from celestial crystals and mysterious stones was now filled with dust and somewhat dilapidated.

At the very center of all these treasures, an oil-exhausted lamp was placed atop.

Clear Moon Minor Secret Realm.

In the Secret Realm, Liang Yi was busily repairing the Transmission Array in front of him. A small orange cat was basking in the sun by his side, munching on dried fish and drinking fruit wine, cheering him on. One could mistakenly think this spirit beast was here on vacation.

Presumably, he had arrived earlier than expected; Liang Yi hadn’t anticipated that a dying Fourth Realm ferocious beast, the Guiyuan Bloodshadow Scorpion, was residing here.

Although it seemed like it didn’t have much longer to live, waiting just a month or two, Liang Yi could have simply waited it to die. But Liang Yi didn’t have the time to wait.

So, he had to fight this delirious dying beast before successfully reaching the Transmission Array to start repairs. If it weren’t for his sword being sharp enough, he would have probably died here.

But what Liang Yi didn’t know was, as he repaired the array here, the oil lamp in the Purple Cloud Sect was also gradually being restored to its former glory, and even miraculously produced a drop of oil inside it.

In the great hall above the chamber, a gaunt old man who looked no different from other cultivators’ spirits was seated. However, as that drop of oil appeared, a flicker of spiritual wisdom emerged in his hollow eyes.

"Purple Cloud···"

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