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Chapter 208: The Saintess' Urgent Summons

Chapter 208: The Saintess' Urgent Summons

Just as the Sword Pavilion disciples were preparing to take action, a female cultivator in a blue robe, her face hidden under a veiled hat, landed in front of the Yin-Yang Twin Moon Pool.

"Look at the emblem on her clothes—it seems like... someone from the Jade Pool Holy Land?"

"What is someone from the Jade Pool Holy Land doing here?"

"Could it be that there's some treasure in the Yin-Yang Twin Moon Pool?!"

Zhen He, the chief disciple of Cangjian Peak, narrowed his eyes and folded his fan with a sly smile. "How about this—we pretend to leave, wait for this Jade Pool Holy Land girl to uncover the treasure, then suddenly show up and catch her off guard? That way, we avoid any danger and still get the treasure. A brilliant plan, don’t you think?"

Duan Feng frowned slightly. "The plan is clever, but... don’t you think it's a bit too underhanded? We of the Sword Pavilion should act with honor and integrity..."

Before they could continue their discussion, Xu An, eyes hazy with drunkenness, had already staggered over with his wine gourd in hand. He leaned in and grinned at the female cultivator.

"Fairy from the Jade Pool, look at the beautiful scenery of the Yin-Yang Twin Moon Pool. Why not take a stroll with me along the shore, drink some wine, and compose poetry? Wouldn’t that be delightful?"

"I am here to deliver a message on behalf of the Saintess."

Ignoring Xu An’s teasing, the female cultivator stood before the Sword Pavilion disciples, her voice cold and laced with an air of superiority.

"The Saintess has discovered the ruins of a massive ancient sect, where demonic energy is surging, and many remains of demonic cultivators roam the area. Numerous treasures are buried within the ruins. She is now summoning all disciples from the major sects to help purify the demonic energy and eliminate the wandering corpses. Once the demonic energy is cleared, each participant may choose one treasure. If none are to your liking, you may also request something from the Saintess, and within her ability, she will do her best to grant your request."

The disciples exchanged glances upon hearing this.

Even Xu An, his eyes clouded with intoxication, suddenly perked up.

Choose any treasure, and if unsatisfied, ask the Saintess for something else?

Wouldn’t this be the perfect chance to gather all the resources on their wishlist?

"May I ask which sects the Saintess has summoned? And is participation mandatory?" Zhen He leaped down from a tree and cupped his hands toward the female cultivator.

"Apart from your Sword Pavilion, all other major sects have also been notified." She cast Zhen He a sideways glance. "Whether you go or not is up to you. The Saintess will not force anyone. But, as they say, opportunities don’t come twice—if you regret it later, don’t go crying to the Saintess."

Zhen He exchanged looks with Xu An but did not give an immediate response. Instead, he said politely, "We should discuss this matter among ourselves first."

"Heh, take your time." The blue-robed woman turned to leave, her voice indifferent. "The ruins have fallen from the Celestial Mirror Lake, forming a newly descended fragment of an ancient world. Just head west, and you'll see it—as well as the disciples from other sects. I have more sects to notify, so I won’t be staying."

With that, she stepped forward. A lotus bloomed beneath her feet, and in the blink of an eye, she had already vanished hundreds of meters away, leaving only a faint silhouette in the distance.

"Everyone, what do you think?"

The drunken haze on Xu An’s face vanished, replaced by a serious expression.

Duan Feng stroked his chin in thought for a moment before saying, "The Pavilion Master told us to avoid ancient remains and to be cautious above all else. It’s best if we don’t go."

"Senior Brother, that was advice for when we were facing ancient remains alone," a Sword Pavilion disciple raised his hand. "This time, it's different. The Jade Pool Saintess has summoned nearly all the sects, so the risk is significantly lower. If we don’t go, won’t all the benefits go to others?"

"Hiss—! That actually makes a lot of sense..."

"Ancient remains are indeed dangerous, but if disciples from all the sects dare to face it head-on, are we Sword Pavilion sword cultivators supposed to be cowards?"

Duan Feng thought about it and found the argument reasonable. He nodded. "Since everyone agrees, then we shall go."

The Jade Pool Saintess was leading the effort to purify the demonic energy, and with so many sect disciples participating, even the elite geniuses from other Holy Lands would be present.

As the saying goes, if the sky falls, the taller ones will bear the brunt.

If things went south, at least they wouldn’t be the first to die. So what was there to fear?

"Xu An, send a message to that girl, Yue Qianchi, so she knows where to find us."

Duan Feng thought of Yue Qianchi and Li Qingran, who had gone ahead, and added a reminder.

Xu An raised his wine gourd. "Got it~"

Meanwhile…

"Those little punks! Causing trouble the moment I turn my back!"

Yue Qianchi's face darkened the instant she read the message from her transmission jade.

"What’s wrong, Senior Sister?" Li Qingran leaned over to glance at the jade, but the words had already vanished.

"Nothing major," Yue Qianchi waved it off, then looped her arm around Li Qingran’s, explaining, "The Jade Pool Saintess is summoning sect disciples to help purify demonic energy in an ancient ruin. She’s offering rewards afterward, so Xu An and the others decided to go for it."

"An ancient sect ruin?" Li Qingran pondered for a moment, a hint of concern surfacing. "A ruin covered in demonic energy... that means there must be great danger. Could there be remnants of ancient cultivators?"

"There definitely are," Yue Qianchi nodded. "But as cultivators, it’s unrealistic to avoid all dangers. Opportunity and risk go hand in hand—we have to seize the chances that come our way...

What concerns me is the lack of information. We know too little about those from the Holy Lands. If things go south, would their disciples just abandon everyone else and flee?"

Seeing the worry in Yue Qianchi’s eyes, Li Qingran wasn’t sure how to comfort her, so she simply tightened her grip on her senior sister’s hand.

"Senior Sister, once we find the last three medicinal ingredients for the Hundred Herb Detox Pill, let’s hurry to support Senior Brother Xu An and the others."

"Mm. Last year, I came across what seemed to be the ruins of the Medicine King Valley in this minor secret realm, but there wasn’t enough time before it closed, so I didn’t explore. If we head straight there this time, we should find the three herbs the Grandmaster needs."

With that, the two quickened their pace.

Elsewhere…

"A ruin shrouded in demonic energy... That must have been the battlefield of an ancient war between demonic cultivators and righteous sects—a brutal sect-wide massacre."

Mo Shumei watched as the Sword Pavilion disciples left, deep in thought.

Last year, she had obtained her demonic blade, Soul Abyss, and the first volume of The Lament Sutra from an ancient battlefield ruin.

It had been a near-death experience, one that had forced her to cultivate The Lament Sutra—a sinister technique that was impossible to abandon.

If she wanted to suppress Soul Abyss, she had to enter a secret realm and find the second volume.

"Hey, cursed blade, do you think I’ll find the missing pages there?"

The demonic blade remained silent.

Mo Shumei flicked its surface with her finger—still no response.

"If you're staying quiet, that means you're hiding something. Guess I’ll just have to go find out myself."

【Hmph! Foolish girl! The righteous sects are gathering there—if you go, you’ll die for sure!】

"Awfully nervous, aren't you?"

【Me? Nervous? Not at all! Hurry up and die already, so I can take over your body! Heheheh!】

Mo Shumei chuckled. "Good. The more you try to stop me, the more I want to go."

The demonic blade trembled violently, as if fuming.

Ignoring it, Mo Shumei sheathed her weapon and carefully tailed the Sword Pavilion disciples.