Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Day broke.

Under the care of Yan Qingcheng and Lingfei, Jun Wuxie changed into a set of moon-white robes, which added a touch of elegance and unrestrained charm compared to his previous blue shirt.

"Does it look good?"

Jun Wuxie stood with his hands behind his back, like a peerless sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed.

"Yes, you have the presence now, like the master of a Sword Sect."

Yan Qingcheng chuckled, teasing him, a hint of fascination appearing in her purple enchanting eyes.

Jun Wuxie, wearing the moon-white sword robes, looked even more handsome and dashing than before.

His swordsmanship was already extremely high, and now, he naturally possessed a sharp aura.

"That's for sure, take a look at who your man is."

Jun Wuxie was very narcissistic.

Lingfei and Yan Qingcheng smiled faintly, and together took off their long skirts, also changing into women's moon-white sword robes, which immediately made them less gentle and more heroic.

These sword robes were designed by them personally in the past two days, and the people from Jubaosai had them refined overnight.

The material was Heavenly Silk, which could be regarded as a spiritual weapon.

Although the grade was not high, and the defense was only equivalent to about six stars, wearing it made them look noble and heroic.

After that, they took off the green hair ornaments and purple hair ornaments on their heads, and put on moon-white hairpins and hair accessories carved with sword patterns.

"Show-off, let's go quickly, it is estimated that the people who come to congratulate us will be here soon."

Yan Qingcheng and Lingfei took his arms, one on the left and one on the right, and walked towards Zhuxian Hall.

When they arrived at Zhuxian Hall, Qin Keqing, Su Lan, and Chan'er were already there.

Qin Keqing and Su Lan also changed into moon-white sword robes, only Chan'er was still in her previous clothes, standing between the two of them, looking curious.

On both sides of the hall, hundreds of tables were placed, with melons, fruits, wine, and some delicacies on them.

"Wuxie, come over here."

From the top of the hall, on the empty sword chair, came a gentle but majestic voice.

The void there was slightly distorted, and a tall and heroic figure gradually became clear, it was Tian Jianyi.

"Master!"

Jun Wuxie walked forward, Yan Qingcheng and Lingfei followed by his side.

"Today, after presiding over your inauguration as the Sect Master, my existence will only be for teaching swordsmanship and guarding the sect.

All other sect affairs will be decided by you."

As he spoke, he glanced at Yan Qingcheng and Lingfei, and said, "Since you have chosen to let the two of them serve as the Vice Sect Masters of my Zhuxian Sword Sect to assist in the management of sect affairs, I naturally have no objections.

Now, I will pass on to you the 【Zhuxian Sword Art】 and insights into swordsmanship."

Jun Wuxie nodded, without saying anything.

The sect's personnel were declining, and he and the women around him had to shoulder the responsibility of developing the sect, which goes without saying.

It was a pity that Uncle Bird could not see this scene today.

Jiu Ye went out to find talented seedlings and has not returned yet, nor is he in the sect.

"This is the Zhuxian Sword Seal, which contains the complete 【Zhuxian Sword Art】 and my cultivation insights and experience of this sword art."

In the palm of Tian Jianyi's hand, five small energy swords, about an inch in size, floated, and the five sword seals flew towards Jun Wuxie, Yan Qingcheng, Lingfei, Qin Keqing, and Su Lan respectively, and merged into their eyebrows.

"Yan Qingcheng, Lingfei, Qin Keqing, Su Lan, since you are practicing the 【Zhuxian Sword Art】, from now on, except for your bloodline inheritance methods, all other methods can be abandoned, and there is no need to practice them anymore."

Tian Jianyi's voice was calm, but Yan Qingcheng and the others did not respond, because at this moment they all closed their eyes and immersed themselves in the profound swordsmanship of the 【Zhuxian Sword Art】.

Those cultivation experiences and swordsmanship insights merged into their sea of consciousness and into their souls, making them feel like they had opened up a new world in an instant.

The true energy in their bodies involuntarily circulated according to the cultivation method of the sword art, and countless sword qi condensed on the surface of their bodies, shuttling around the body like streamers, making the sound of sword cries.

Jun Wuxie looked at them, feeling shocked in his heart.

A sword art actually caused earth-shaking changes in the four of them in an instant.

The 【Zhuxian Sword Art】 was very profound and mysterious, and the sword intent was extremely overbearing.

He had just glanced at the sword art and the swordsmanship experience, and naturally he could feel its terrifying power.

He did not choose to immediately integrate those insights, and prepared to slowly study them when he had time.

He could clearly feel that the auras of Yan Qingcheng, Lingfei, Qin Keqing, and Su Lan were constantly becoming stronger.

The realm remained unchanged, but the aura was stronger!

There was only one explanation for this, and that was that their talent growth intensity had advanced!

Soon, Qin Keqing and Su Lan even broke through several realms on the spot!

Their understanding of swordsmanship quickly broke through the Grandmaster level, the Grand King level, and reached the Grand Emperor level, and was still constantly improving.

While shocked, Jun Wuxie couldn't help but cast a grateful look at the Ancestral Master.

Obviously, these sword seals bestowed by the Ancestral Master must have taken a lot of effort.

Those swordsmanship insights, experience, and knowledge must have been interpreted and analyzed layer by layer to make them very simple and easy to understand, and able to quickly merge with their souls, allowing them to digest them in a short time.

Half an hour later, unfamiliar auras came from the foot of Mount Zongwang.

The people who came to congratulate them had arrived!

"Swordsmanship insights, let's stop for now, and slowly comprehend them when you have time."

Tian Jianyi waved his sleeves, and Yan Qingcheng, Lingfei, Qin Keqing, and Su Lan woke up from their swordsmanship insights.

"Wuxie, I have reached the peak of the Eternal King!"

Yan Qingcheng was a little dazed, and couldn't believe her own changes, as if she was in a dream.

"Young Master, I seem to have...advanced to the quasi-legendary level?"

Lingfei naturally would not have a wrong understanding of her talent growth intensity, but the shock in her heart at this moment made her a little unbelievable.

"I...I have also reached the late stage of the Eternal King..."

Qin Keqing muttered to herself with a look of astonishment.

"Young Master, I have also broken through the shackles of the King, and now I have reached the late stage of the King..."

Su Lan also said this.

The four of them felt like they were dreaming, and couldn't believe it was true.

Jun Wuxie was completely stunned.

He almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears!

Didn't he hear it wrong?

Can the talent growth intensity of a martial artist be improved so crazily?

Is the 【Zhuxian Sword Art】 so heaven-defying?

He couldn't help but look at the Ancestral Master.

"Continuously cultivating the 【Zhuxian Sword Art】, gradually cultivating oneself into a Sword Dao Body, the talent growth intensity will naturally increase, but it will not have such a transformation in such a short time.

In the sword seals of the four of them, there is the origin of a certain Sword Cultivator that I once obtained from somewhere.

There are also a few sword seals left for Jingtian and your two junior brothers, which also contain the origin of the Sword Cultivator."

"So that's how it is..."

Jun Wuxie came back to his senses and said, "So, there is also one in my sword seal?

If I integrate it, can I also advance several levels?"

"You don't have one."

Tian Jianyi poured cold water on him very frankly.

Jun Wuxie: ...

His expression changed from excitement to resentment.

What does it mean, is this a different treatment?

"Firstly, you don't need it, and secondly, that Sword Dao Origin has little effect above the legendary level, and it would be a waste to give it to you."

The corners of Jun Wuxie's mouth twitched a few times, and he said, "Then Ancestral Master, shouldn't you give me something else to compensate me?"

"Of course."

Tian Jianyi nodded, stretched out his hand, and the Primordial Sword Embryo in Jun Wuxie's body instantly flew out and fell into his hand, saying, "When you take the position of Sect Master, I will give this sword to you.

It is also the Sect Master's token of my Zhuxian Sword Sect, the Sword of the Sect's Scepter!"

The muscles on Jun Wuxie's face twitched, and he really wanted to give Ancestral Master a beating.

Is this okay?

Taking it back from him and then bestowing it to him as a treasure?

This behavior is simply too unkind.

"Don't be resentful, this sword has followed me in battles for many years, if it weren't for you, I would really be reluctant to give it away.

You will know its preciousness in the future."

Tian Jianyi gently stroked the sword body, with a look of remembrance on his face, as if he was remembering those glorious years.

Jun Wuxie felt puzzled by his expression.

What is there to remember, wasn't it this sword embryo that infected the Ancestral Master with the power of darkness?

Moreover, the Ancestral Master hugged the sword and lay down for thousands of years, and then it was taken away by him, so how can there be any talk of fighting for many years?

The past grievances between the Ancestral Master and the Great River Sword Sect cannot be called fighting, right?

"Hahaha! Brother Wuxie, we came uninvited, especially to congratulate you, you won't be unwelcome, right?"

A hearty voice came from the entrance of the hall, and two figures walked in.

Jun Wuxie took a look, and it turned out to be the Saint Sect powerhouses of the Demon Appearance Sect.

He greeted them with a smile: "The seniors of the Demon Appearance Sect came to support me, of course, I welcome them very much!"

"This one should be the Ancestral Master of the former Zongwang Academy, right?"

The two of the Demon Appearance Sect stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Senior Tian Jianyi!"

"You two don't need to be too polite, please take a seat at will."

Tian Jianyi gestured with his hand.

"The Southern Border Imperial Spirit Sect has met Senior Tian Jianyi!"

Several powerhouses with spirit drums hanging on their waists stepped into the hall, bowed to Tian Jianyi, and then looked at Jun Wuxie, smiling, "Brother Wuxie, congratulations on founding the sect!"

Jun Wuxie nodded with a smile, inviting them to sit down.

One after another, more and more people stepped into the hall.

People from various forces seemed to have agreed in advance, and the time they came was surprisingly consistent.

Basically, as soon as the people from the previous force arrived, the people from the next force followed closely.

Before long, all the ruling-class forces in the world, except for the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Holy Gate, had arrived.

The originally somewhat deserted hall gradually became lively.

As time went by, people from the quasi-ruling-class forces also came with congratulatory gifts.

The Zhuxian Hall was filled with voices, and the high-level members of various forces kept sending blessings to Tian Jianyi and Jun Wuxie.

Among them, many people, especially those from quasi-overlord forces, offered words of flattery and adulation.

Jun Wuxie responded with a smile.

His gaze, however, frequently swept towards the Ice Cloud Tower's direction.

Two Hidden Elders from the Ice Cloud Tower had come, both powerhouses at the mid-stage of the Saint Realm.

Mu Xue'lan didn't come again!

Jun Wuxie couldn't help but sigh inwardly, it seemed Mu Xue'lan was truly deliberately avoiding him, not wanting to have any further interaction with him.

Just like the words she had once said to him.

In the end, she was still bound by her sect, and some thoughts were deeply rooted in her heart.

Thinking of this, Jun Wuxie couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Time gradually reached noon, and no guests had arrived for a long time.

Tian Jianyi stood up and said, "On this, the founding day of my Zhuxian Sword Sect, I thank you all for coming to offer your congratulations!"

As soon as he spoke, the entire scene quieted down.

"My Zhuxian Sword Sect doesn't have so many rules. The Sect Master's investiture is the entire founding ceremony. In the future, my sect will coexist with your sects under the heavens, and I hope you will all offer us convenience."

"Senior is too kind. Today marks the establishment of your esteemed sect. The name of Zhuxian will surely resound throughout the world. We will have to rely on your esteemed sect for guidance in the future."

"Yes, Senior is a remarkable person in the world, and Little Friend Wuxie is also someone we admire. If your esteemed sect needs our help in the future, please do not hesitate to ask. We will certainly not refuse!"

...

One sect after another expressed their stance, their attitude sincere, and naturally, there were plenty of flattering words.

"In that case, I, Tian Jianyi, thank you all here."

As he spoke, he conjured the Primordial Sword Embryo, holding it in his hands, and said, "Jun Wuxie, step forward to receive the sword!"

Jun Wuxie adjusted his sword robes, his expression solemn, walked in front of Tian Jianyi, slightly bent his body forward, and extended his hands.

"This sword is the symbol of authority of my Zhuxian Sword Sect, the token of the Sect Master. When you take this sword, you must shoulder the responsibility of the sect, protecting those within and enhancing our sect's reputation without. Can you do it?"

"I can!"

Jun Wuxie's voice was firm and resounding.

"Very good!" Tian Jianyi placed the Primordial Sword Embryo into Jun Wuxie's hands and said, "The founding ceremony is complete. From this moment on, you are the Sect Master of my Zhuxian Sword Sect!"

"Disciple understands, and will certainly not fail the Ancestral Master's expectations!"

Holding the sword embryo, Jun Wuxie slowly retreated three steps, then holding the sword embryo, he turned around and announced, "Now, this sect appoints Yan Qingcheng and Ling Fei as Vice Sect Masters of my Zhuxian Sword Sect! Qin Keqing as the Internal Affairs Elder, and Su Lan as the Resources Elder!"

The muscles on the faces of the Charm Demon Clan's powerhouses twitched fiercely as they listened from below.

Yan Qingcheng was their former Clan Head. After leaving the clan, she had now transformed into the Vice Sect Master of the Zhuxian Sword Sect?

Just as everyone was about to offer their congratulations again, a very harsh voice came from the entrance of the hall: "Hahaha, isn't your Zhuxian Sword Sect a little too lacking in prestige?"

Instantly, everyone in the hall turned their heads to look, and six figures entered the hall one after another, their faces filled with mockery.

It was people from the Holy Gate and the Kaitian Sword Sect!

Everyone couldn't help but feel a strange sensation in their hearts. Were these powerhouses from the two major forces here to seek death?

Didn't they know that Jun Wuxie himself could kill Saint Realm experts? And Senior Tian Jianyi could even slay a Half-Saint!

On such an important day as the founding of the Zhuxian Sword Sect, these guys actually dared to come and cause trouble?

"Sect Master Jun," a powerhouse from the Kaitian Sword Sect said with a smile, "I didn't expect that a year or two ago, Sect Master Jun was just a small martial artist, struggling on the line between life and death every day, but now he has already ascended to the position of Sect Master. It's truly sigh-worthy."

"Are you here specifically to lament life in front of me?"

Jun Wuxie said indifferently. He was waiting for the person behind the scenes to arrive, otherwise, with just these people, even if they were given ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare to come here and run wild!

"Oh? Sect Master Jun may have misunderstood." The powerhouse from the Kaitian Sword Sect glanced at Yan Qingcheng, Ling Fei, Qin Keqing, and Su Lan beside him and said, "The esteemed sect's Vice Sect Master Ling Fei, if this old man remembers correctly, she was originally your maid, right? Has your Zhuxian Sword Sect become so depopulated that you can't find anyone for the position of Vice Sect Master and need a maid to fill the ranks? It's simply laughable."

"I say, you people from the Kaitian Sword Sect are really meddling. Who becomes the Vice Sect Master of the Zhuxian Sword Sect is naturally up to Sect Master Jun to decide. What does it have to do with you?"

Someone from the Demon Phase Sect scolded.

"Are you here to cause trouble?"

"Don't you even look at where this is? This is the Zhuxian Sword Sect, how can we allow you to run wild?"

"Quickly apologize to Sect Master Jun, otherwise, even if Sect Master Jun doesn't take action, we won't be able to stand by and watch!"

"Wasn't the loss that your Kaitian Sword Sect suffered back then small enough?"

...

Apart from the overlord forces, many quasi-overlord forces also spoke up one after another, unanimously scolding the people from the Kaitian Sword Sect and the Holy Gate.

Some of the younger generation geniuses brought by some forces even dared to point fingers at the Saint Realm powerhouse who spoke.

"It seems that you have chosen your camp and will advance and retreat together with the Zhuxian Sword Sect?"

A cold, mocking voice entered the hall.

Almost instantaneously, three people appeared at the entrance of the hall.

A youth around thirty years old, a teenager around twenty years old, followed by a young servant behind them.

It was the servant who spoke.

The three people stepped into the hall, their cold eyes sweeping across everyone.

They wore ancient clothing embroidered with phoenix patterns, their pupils seemingly burning with two fiery phoenixes.

"Who are you? People from the Ancient Phoenix Clan?"

Someone questioned. After all, there was someone here who could instantly kill even a Half-Saint from the Ancient Phoenix Clan, so what was there to fear?

"Who is calling out my Ancient Phoenix Clan?"

Two old men appeared at the entrance of the hall, their clothing similar to the three who had entered earlier, but clearly lacking that ancient charm.

"You are blind!" The youth who looked like a servant among the three sneered as he walked out, condescendingly looking down at everyone, and said, "What, can people from the outside world not take my Divine Phoenix Mountain seriously now?"

"What?!"

Everyone's expression suddenly changed, and fear appeared in their eyes.

In an instant, everyone in the entire hall fell silent.