The Trash Sect's Ascension - chapter 10

Three days later, the Twelve Peak Masters gathered at Dingjian Pavilion.

Under the persuasion of Master Wuliang, the Sword Sect decided to yield a Spiritual Vein to the Sunset Glow Sect.

The importance of a Spiritual Vein to a sect goes without saying-it means abundant spiritual energy, endless spirit stones, and countless spiritual plants and treasures born from the spiritual energy.

Of the forty-nine Spiritual Veins on the Nine Provinces Continent, the Sword Sect alone possesses twenty-seven.

Although the one being offered was the smallest, the Jiwei Mountain Spiritual Vein, for a small sect like Sunset Glow Sect, lacking resources and spiritual energy, it was already more than enough.

I refused.

The Fuyu Peak Master, hot-tempered, erupted on the spot: “Hmph, such a small Sunset Glow Sect, yet such a big appetite! Are you looking down on Jiwei Mountain, and aiming for the main Spiritual Veins, Tianyu and Fengming?”

I sneered, “Even if you offered all twenty-seven Spiritual Veins with both hands, it would not be enough to trade for my Master’s life!”

“Absurd!”

The Sword Sect Leader, who had been holding back, suddenly slammed the table: “What kind of Master is Zhao Qingsong to you? You were born in the Sword Sect, raised in the Sword Sect, your swordsmanship taught personally by me, even the Xian Shuang Sword in your hand came from the Sword Pool!”

“For the sake of an old man with mediocre talent and poor cultivation, you first disrupted the Dual Cultivation Ceremony, then split the Sect Stone Tablet, and even ruined Jiang Li’s reputation-is that still not enough?”

“We have already compromised this much, how long do you intend to keep making trouble? Do you really want to turn the Sword Sect upside down for Zhao Qingsong?!”

My expression remained unmoved: “And what if I do turn it upside down?”

“Wretch! Had I known you would be so unreasonable, stirring up chaos and unrest, it would have been better if you had died in the Demonic Abyss, preserving the Sword Sect’s dignity!”

I tugged at the corner of my mouth, my face cold: “Father naturally wishes for my death, but unfortunately, my life is stubbornly hard. Speaking of which, Father must hate Master for meddling, right? If not for him, I wouldn’t have walked out of the Demonic Abyss alive, nor would I be standing here today, tarnishing the Sword Sect’s reputation that Father values most!”

Father’s pupils contracted sharply.

The Twelve Peak Masters exchanged glances.

Xie Changgeng frowned: “Senior Sister, mind your words.”

Father stared at me, his hand unconsciously resting on the hilt of the Imperial White Sword.

Even knowing the Xian Shuang Sword was broken and my cultivation had plummeted, he still harbored wariness toward me.

Those who cultivate the sword revere strength far more than other sects; every Sword Sect Leader has always been the strongest in the sect.

Back then, Father defeated the Divine Sword’s chosen successor with the Imperial White Sword, ascending to the position of Sect Leader, proud for half his life, believing the so-called Sword Master was nothing special.

Until I emerged, wielding the Xian Shuang Sword and shocking the Nine Provinces.

Father’s smile grew less and less; the last time we sparred was before I reached Nascent Soul.

At that time, Father was already in late Nascent Soul, in good spirits, and sparred with me.

That match was exhilarating; I got carried away and sliced open Father’s sleeve with my sword.

The Sect Leader Token of purple jade wrapped in gold fell to the ground, and Father’s smile vanished like wind-blown clouds, gone in an instant.

Back then, I was still young, thinking my reckless behavior had simply upset Father.

Later, lying at the bottom of the Demonic Abyss, staring at the swirling, roaring black mist, I finally understood what it meant to be blinded by the desire for power.

In truth, Father need not worry-I have no evidence of him acting against me.

He was so cautious, even switched out the Imperial White Sword, disguised himself as a Sword Envoy, and ambushed me when I was exhausted-clean and precise, striking true in one blow.

He did it flawlessly, except he miscalculated how familiar I was with his silhouette.

After all, I had looked up to that figure for hundreds of years.

It took me ten years to climb up from the bottom of the cliff.

Only then did I realize how much the world had changed, how time had passed-fifty years since I suppressed the Demonic Abyss.

That night, the cliff wind howled, and the stars hung upside down in the sky.

In the boundless darkness, I was filled with confusion, unconsciously hugging my knees.

In this vast world, there was nowhere I could call home.

Behind me came the sound of hoofbeats.

An Old Man in a gray robe, round-faced, was riding a Green Donkey backwards, clutching a wine gourd, his face flushed red.

When he saw me, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly hid the wine gourd behind his back.

He cleared his throat, trying hard to appear immortal and dignified, but the cake crumbs caught in his beard betrayed him: “Little girl, I see you have extraordinary talent and unique bones-you’re a fine seedling for cultivation. Ahem, I am the Sect Leader of the Nine Provinces’ greatest sect, Sunset Glow Sect. I wish to grant you a stroke of immortal fate and take you as my Disciple. Are you willing?”

Afraid I would refuse, he added, “If you come, you’ll be the first Disciple of the sect; everyone else will have to line up behind you-very prestigious.”

I heard myself say, “Alright.”

Father was furious, his face ashen: “Nonsense! Utterly ridiculous!”

I stared into his eyes, enunciating each word: “What I owed Father and the Sword Sect, I have already repaid with my life when I suppressed the Demonic Abyss. What Father and the Sword Sect owe Master-how do you intend to repay?”