What You Really Want
Gasp —
Fan Wujie sucked in a breath of cold air.
As the owner of Wanjian Pavilion, he had a deep understanding of the white-clothed middle-aged man.
The place in front of him was the legendary Sword Tomb. It had existed since the establishment of Wanjian Pavilion. Hundreds of millions of swords had been erected here for thousands of years. The sword intent was eternal.
It was also because of this Sword Mound that the white-robed middle-aged man had reforged the Legendary Sword. The Sword of Towering Heaven in front of them was the reforged Legendary Sword. Its power was indescribable. It could cleave heaven and earth, and nothing could stop it.
However, the white-clothed middle-aged man told Fan Wujie that he had seen the thief with his own eyes. However, he didn't dare to do anything because the thief had a powerful background. He could only watch as the Spirit Vein was stolen.
If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, Fan Wujie would have thought that he was dreaming!
Fan Wujie's expression made the white-clothed middle-aged man feel embarrassed. He cleared his throat and changed the topic, "That python has swallowed all the Spirit Veins. I believe it will never appear again. Let's just let this matter pass. Oh right, what was the result of the Six Sect Tournament? Why didn't I sense the auras of Luo Yun and Baili Kuangsheng?"
"These two are rare geniuses. They are also the two that I have high hopes for. As long as they can cultivate steadily, the Martial Emperor Realm is just around the corner!"
The white-clothed middle-aged man wasn't stingy with his praise. However, Fan Wujie's expression was ugly. He bowed and said, "Ancestor, Luo Yun and Baili Kuangsheng both benefited from the Six Sect Tournament. Both of them broke through to the Yin-Yang Realm. Luo Yun even became famous with his absolute strength and successfully won the championship."
Hearing this, the white-clothed middle-aged man's eyes lit up. However, his happiness didn't last long. Fan Wujie let out a long sigh, "However, after the Six Sect Tournament, Luo Yun became arrogant. When I returned to Wanjian Pavilion, he killed two Sword Masters in one fell swoop. He also bewitched Baili Kuangsheng. The two of them fled in fear of punishment. Their whereabouts are still unknown."
"Not only that, but the Wanjian Pavilion's outer Sect that was under Luo Yun's control was also in chaos. I spent a long time suppressing the public's anger. Otherwise, Wanjian Pavilion would have collapsed."
"There's such a thing!" The white-clothed middle-aged man's eyes widened. His originally spirited eyes immediately became dull.
He leaned on the high platform and stared at the Heaven Defying Sword with disappointment. He sighed, "Ever since I reforged the Legendary Ancient Sword, I've been constantly searching for a suitable successor. However, no matter how hard I searched, the result was unsatisfactory."
"In the dozens of years that you've been the Pavilion Master, many geniuses have appeared in Wanjian Pavilion. However, they all died or were injured. None of them had a good ending. Luo Yun and Baili Kuangsheng rarely appeared, but the two of them fled in fear of punishment …"
The middle-aged man in white sighed loudly. Fan Wujie stood aside and didn't say a word. He just stood there quietly.
After a while, the white-clothed middle-aged man finally stopped talking. Fan Wujie stood up again and said respectfully, "Luo Yun and Baili Kuangsheng are not weak, but they have cunning personalities. If they were to inherit the Legendary Ancient Sword, it would only bring shame to the Ancestor. Fortunately, the champion of the Six Sect Tournament this time was in Wanjian Pavilion, allowing Wanjian Pavilion to have the right to distribute the resources."
"As the Pavilion Master of Wanjian Pavilion, I will definitely make good use of these resources and continuously nurture monstrous geniuses so that the Ancestor can find a suitable successor as soon as possible!"
At this point, Fan Wujie directly knelt on one knee and appeared incomparably respectful. However, his lowered eyes flickered with a cold light that was filled with disdain and ridicule.
The white-clothed middle-aged man did not notice this. He extended his hand and slowly helped Fan Wujie up. He nodded, "I'm very relieved to leave this matter to you. However, you still have to pay attention to Luo Yun. Do not give up."
"Of course!" Fan Wujie bowed and nodded again. He stepped back and slowly left the Sword Tomb.
Rumble!
Above the precipice, the resplendent halo appeared again. Fan Wu Jie's figure walked out of the halo. When the halo disappeared, the expression on his face suddenly changed. There was no more respect, no more excitement, only deep mockery.
"What a thousand-year-old sword spirit. In the end, you're just a coward who craves life and fears death. You've holed yourself up in Wanjian Pavilion for thousands of years, living in fear every day, afraid that you'll be defeated and injured again."
"Ever since you reforged the Legendary Ancient Sword, you've been constantly looking for a suitable successor on the surface. However, in reality, you're just afraid that your enemies will come knocking on your door, so you're looking for a pitiful scapegoat."
Fan Wujie looked at the precipice that had returned to normal. His words and actions were filled with a strong sense of ridicule. He had been the master of Wanjian Pavilion for many years and had long seen through the white-clothed middle-aged man's thoughts.
He grinned and laughed loudly. His voice was filled with ridicule, "Over the past few decades, whenever you've found a suitable successor, I've secretly acted and quietly killed him. Under such circumstances, I'll be able to control the Legendary Ancient Sword forever, and you'll have to rely on me to survive."
"Someone as foolish as you actually thought that I would diligently work for you. Little do you know that you've already been played around by me. Even if Luo Yun and Baili Kuangsheng hadn't fled, they would've died by my hands!"
Fan Wujie seemed to be venting as he shouted out the words that had been bottled up in his heart. These words had been hidden in his heart for many years, and he had never revealed them to anyone.
In the eyes of others, his actions were all for the sake of power and the title of master of Wanjian Pavilion. However, that was not the case.
What Fan Wujie truly wanted wasn't the title of master of Wanjian Pavilion, but the Legendary Ancient Sword.
It was precisely because of this that he had continuously assassinated geniuses and completely controlled Wanjian Pavilion. He wanted to control everything in his hands and not allow the slightest clue or mistake to occur.
"However, the Sword Spirit's words and actions today seem a little strange. He actually emphasized Luo Yun several times. It seems that just discrediting this person isn't enough. It would be best if I could kill him. Only then would I be able to completely extinguish the Sword Spirit's delusions …"
Fan Wujie recalled every word that the white-clothed middle-aged man had said. He pondered as he left this place. His mind churned as he began to think about countless matters.
Similarly vexed by his thoughts was the master of the Ancient Star Sect, Gu Fanxing.
At this moment, he was standing in the Starry Hall with his hands behind his back. He was pacing back and forth, occasionally raising his head to look out the door with a strong sense of worry.
Compared to him, Liu Wentian was rather calm. He gently sipped his tea with an extremely carefree and casual demeanor.
At this moment, a streak of starlight suddenly swept over from outside the Starry Hall.
The starlight shattered, and the person who had arrived was Liu Guqiong. He was dressed in black, and as soon as he entered the Starry Hall, he strode over to Gu Fanxing. However, Gu Fanxing beat him to it and asked, "What's the exact situation?"
"After two days of reorganization, all the elites of the Ancient Star Sect have been gathered. There are a total of one hundred and thirty thousand people. Among them, there are two in the Nirvana Realm, eighteen in the Yin-Yang Realm, four thousand five hundred in the Heavenly Spirit Realm, and the rest are all in the Earthly Spirit Realm." Liu Guqiong's voice was somewhat sorrowful when he answered.
The Ancient Star Sect had suffered heavy losses in this Six Sect Grand Competition. In particular, they had lost many of their high-end forces. Otherwise, their numbers wouldn't have been so few.
"Since they're all gathered, let's set off!" Gu Fanxing couldn't wait any longer. He rushed out of the Starry Hall in a flash and arrived in the sky above Sacred Star City.
Although it was late at night, Sacred Star City was as bright as day under the illumination of the stars. Countless figures stood in the city, all of them exuding a grand aura and high fighting spirit.
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