Chapter 842: Chapter 842: The Unreliable Sect
Are you kidding, surpassing him?
Given Jiang Xiaobai’s talent and strength, catching up to him is just a matter of time!
Lin Zijin had only practiced for a bit longer than Jiang Xiaobai, after all.
The guy could condense a sword heart in just one month!
Could he really compete with such a monstrous genius?
“Alright, you keep an eye on things here. I’m going off to take care of some business. There are still a few sect tasks I haven’t completed,” Lin Zijin said and then walked away, looking dejected.
Jiang Xiaobai’s mouth curved into a faint smile.
For some reason, although he initially felt some resistance to the sect, after entering the Purgatory God Sword Sect, he suddenly felt as if he’d returned home.
Yep, the whole sect was just as unserious as him!
Jiang Xiaobai chuckled.
After that, he started strolling around Sword Sect, looking at every place Lin Zijin had introduced to him before.
Sword Sect was enormous!
The vastness of the sect shocked Jiang Xiaobai; it was like several supercities connected together.
Stretching boundlessly!
The number of disciples living within the main gate was frighteningly large.
It was said that just the outer disciples numbered in the tens of thousands!
The inner disciples numbered similarly.
Even more numerous were the miscellaneous disciples!
These were people who didn’t even qualify as informal disciples.
Their reasons for coming to the Purgatory God Sword Sect may have varied, but they all shared one goal: to become true disciples of the Purgatory God Sword Sect.
As he got used to the new environment, seeing the Sword Sect disciples around him with smiles on their faces, doing as they pleased,
Jiang Xiaobai felt like he had suddenly found his organization.
“I should head back,” he said to himself.
Jiang Xiaobai slowly made his way to Song Huonan’s courtyard.
As soon as he entered, he saw Han Yulong with his head bowed, getting scolded by Song Huonan.
“You and your junior sister are cut from the same cloth, always slacking off. I told you to complete ten tasks, and you just went and did exactly ten?”
“Don’t you have any ambition?”
Jiang Xiaobai was slightly taken aback. Who would have guessed that Song Huonan was like an old mother hen, so nagging?
At that moment, Song Huonan also noticed Jiang Xiaobai walking in.
Immediately, he pointed at Jiang Xiaobai and shouted at Han Yulong,
“Learn from Xiaobai. He’s always diligently cultivating. Now look at the two of you. I must have been blind to take you as my disciples!”
Song Huonan was livid.
With his head still lowered, Han Yulong didn’t dare to make a sound. And because he was being scolded, his attitude toward Jiang Xiaobai wasn’t very good either.
Jiang Xiaobai didn’t care about these things.
“Elder Song, when will Sword Sect go to the Wood Spirit World?” he asked.
Upon hearing this, Song Huonan replied indifferently, “There are still a few days to go. Don’t be so anxious. Spend these days getting to know the sect.”
“Do you know where your own courtyard is?”
To Jiang Xiaobai, Song Huonan wasn’t yet his true master.
He was merely his guide.
Not every disciple at Sword Sect had the opportunity to become the disciple of a super-powerful master!
Most were generally trained collectively. Only the supremely monstrous talents, the freaks among freaks, had a chance.
Some of the direct disciples didn’t even have the support of a single half-mentor.
But, they had a powerful backing.
It was the identity of being a disciple of the Purgatory God Sword Sect!
Jiang Xiaobai hadn’t considered becoming a disciple of any particular elder.
“Yeah, I know. It’s quite close to Brother Lin,” he replied.
Suddenly, Su Qingchen popped up from nowhere, “Close to Brother Lin means you’re close to me too, right?”
“Hahaha, not bad at all. I’ll come and challenge you to a fight often in the future!” he declared.
Jiang Xiaobai was stunned. Fight?
But Su Qingchen had already said little, and he disappeared from sight.
After a few more words with Song Huonan, Jiang Xiaobai left the courtyard to rush to his own residence.
Huo Shuyu and Li Fugui were still moving about within the Sword Sect.
They wouldn’t be back for a while.
Stepping into his own courtyard, Jiang Xiaobai sat down and poured himself a glass of wine.
“Now I have someone to rely on, hmm, although I have a master named Gu Ning, this woman seems even less reliable than the Purgatory God Sword Sect…”
At the same time, in another top three thousand world.
The headquarters of Mo City.
Tao Chenhu’s face was twisted with ferocity, as he had completely lost his left hand!
The sword strike from Lin Zijin contained an extremely terrifying sword intent!
This sword intent continued to attack his internal organs through the wound.
The wound was utterly ruined, and no miracle drug could regrow an arm.
“Damn it, Lin Zijin, Jiang Xiaobai, I’ll remember this debt!”
Where was Tao Chenhu’s previous confidence and arrogance now?
He was just like a stray dog, barking madly within his own territory.
But ultimately, he was no match for Lin Zijin!
“Just wait, Mo City will not let this go; Jiang Xiaobai, you must die!”
Tao Chenhu fell silent.
Was Lin Zijin someone a minor Mo City official like him could deal with?
The guy is a direct disciple of Purgatory God Sword Sect, and has even attained the level of a black-clothed swordsman!
Whether in terms of strength or status, he was no match for him!
After roaring wildly, Tao Chenhu sneered and a token appeared in his right hand.
Just when he was about to use the token.
Suddenly, he froze in place.
Streams of black thread began to slowly wind up from his ankles.
Tao Chenhu was terrified and desperately tried to shake off these black threads, but they clung to him like gravedigger’s maggots, impossible to get rid of.
In just a few breaths’ time, the black threads had completely enveloped Tao Chenhu!
Immediately after, Tao Chenhu turned into a pile of dust that scattered on the ground.
He died without knowing how or why!
Two minutes later, the door to the room where Tao Chenhu was located was pushed open.
A middle-aged man strode in furiously.
“You bastard, Tao Chenhu, are you courting death? It was bad enough you caused trouble last time, now you dare to provoke Purgatory God Sword Sect?”
The man stopped short as soon as he entered.
Tao Chenhu was nowhere to be seen.
Only a handful of dust on the ground.
The middle-aged man searched the area for a long time but found nothing, his gaze then turned to the dust.
Among it, was a token.
The very communication token Tao Chenhu had taken out earlier.
“Impossible, how could this happen!”
“Who would dare to act in Mo City and kill one of our Mo City people?”
Under the brunt of many emotions, a fearful aura burst forth, followed swiftly by dozens of black shadows converging on this place.
“Find out what exactly happened!”
The middle-aged man snorted coldly, preparing to leave, when suddenly someone screamed in horror.
“No… it can’t be! How could it be these methods?”
“Could it be that his disciple has appeared?”
The man kept shouting as he backed away frantically.
His expression was as if he had seen something exceedingly horrible!