Remould the Glory of Sword Art

Mao Que was filled with frustration, with no outlet for relief.

"Sir! Sir!"

At that moment, a burly bull-horned Great Demon entered swiftly, calling out loudly from a distance.

"Near Lingbei Broken Buddha Cliff, I discovered something incredible!"

"Hmm?"

Mao Que was taken aback.

The Great Demon handed over a bamboo scroll.

The bamboo scroll was very new, its origin unknown, yet the Demon Thought and Divine Soul Power contained within were exceedingly profound.

Mao Que accepted the bamboo scroll, and swept it with Divine Thought.

His face instantly changed!

...

...

Outside the Outer Wall Ridge, Broken Buddha Cliff.

Mao Que, "alone," arrived at a bamboo grove surrounded by swirling snow and dense fog on all sides.

"Friend, I have arrived."

Mao Que stood with his hands behind his back, speaking with an expressionless face.

He swept the area with Divine Thought.

The bamboo grove was extraordinarily quiet, seeming devoid of any living being.

"..."

The cold wind cut like a knife.

Mao Que waited silently for a moment, but received no response.

He spoke coldly, "Since you called me here to meet, why not show yourself? If you can truly provide clues about those ’White Papers,’ Lushui Cave Heaven will provide generous rewards!"

Still, there was deathly silence.

"If you lack sincerity, then forget it."

He waited a moment longer.

Mao Que completely lost patience, left a remark, and prepared to leave.

Just at that moment—

Swish!

From deep within the bamboo grove, amidst the snowstorm, a bright red Blood Arrow shot out from an unknown location.

This arrow whisked past Mao Que’s shoulder, shooting into the forest behind him.

A mist of blood burst forth.

"Friend."

From the depths of the bamboo grove echoed a cold voice, indistinct in gender.

"If you came sincerely, why bring others?"

Upon hearing these words.

Mao Que’s expression changed to one of uncertainty and suspicion.

He turned around, watching the blood mist quickly disappear in the snowfall, fading into the world.

"Retreat."

After pondering a moment, Mao Que raised his hand, signaling the withdrawal of his subordinates.

This bamboo grove returned to peaceful silence.

As the Demon Spirits retreated, two faintly visible figures emerged at the end of the grove.

Mao Que squinted, trying to see clearly, yet constantly felt a thick fog separating them; he could only vaguely discern their shapes... Appearing to be a man and a woman.

The man seemed seated in a wheelchair.

The woman stood behind, quietly assisting him.

"Are you two the ones who left the soul scroll?"

Mao Que’s voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with doubt.

Not long ago, he received a mysterious soul scroll.

The soul scroll’s message asked him to meet here, claiming knowledge of the whereabouts of "White Paper Ashes."

This latter statement was too tempting.

Mao Que’s current situation was dire; he urgently needed to prove himself, desperately needing this opportunity to break the impasse.

Regardless of the truthfulness of the claims, he had to meet with them.

"Yes."

Again, the indistinctly gendered voice replied.

Mao Que could not discern whether the speaker was the man seated or the woman behind.

He wanted to probe with Divine Thought.

Yet...

His Divine Thought went forth, even clearer than what the eyes could see.

Their Divine Sea Realm was extraordinarily high!

Far beyond his reach!

Are these... two Yin Gods?

"Mr. Mao Que."

In the snowstorm, the voice spoke with a smile: "You haven’t disclosed our meeting to ’Lushui Cave Heaven,’ have you?"

"Certainly."

Mao Que steadied himself.

He had considered whether to report this, given that their identities were unknown; informing ahead would reduce many risks.

If in the past.

He would likely report this to his Master...

But today is different.

If he were to relay this to Lushui Cave Heaven, the chance to prove himself would certainly not come to him!

"You two, stop wasting time."

Mao Que disregarded the identities of these two mysterious cultivators; he was only concerned with the clues about White Paper Ashes.

He earnestly said, "You can remain unseen. Just provide the information. Behind Lushui Cave Heaven is the Heavenly Phoenix Palace. Whatever reward you seek, feel free to ask!"

"Reward..."

This time.

Mao Que saw clearly.

The speaker was the man in the wheelchair because he was smiling and shaking his head at the moment.

"You’re underestimating our [Ancient Dragon Court]..."

Mao Que was taken aback.

It took him several breaths to realize the meaning behind the wheelchair man’s words.

[Ancient Dragon Court] was indeed a distant and elusive term...

In the legends of the Demon Country, it was the supreme Holy Land a thousand years ago. In its prime, it even surpassed [Heavenly Phoenix Palace] and [Great Ape Mountain].

"Ancient Dragon Court..."

Mao Que laughed: "Are you joking with me?"

This Holy Land.

Hasn’t it been extinct long ago?

In the Demon Country, any demon cultivator who awakens knows the news that [Ancient Dragon Court] has gone extinct.

Although some Dragon Descendants still remain.

But...

The already scarce Dragon Blood Great Demons, once assuming human form, are immediately recruited by major Holy Lands. These Great Demons, due to their "Dragon Blood," possess extraordinary combat powers in battles of the same realm, but because their heritage has been severed, almost none can cultivate the Great Dao and advance to become true Mountain Peak Great Cultivators.

Where did these two fraudsters from the worldly society come from, trying to pose as Dragon Descendant Demons and deceive me?

Just as Mao Que was preparing to storm off.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew.

The snow mist in the distant bamboo forest cleared considerably.

"Thump thump thump!"

A pair of golden eyes opened.

The man sitting on the chair had an indistinguishable face, form, and demeanor.

Only a lean and dignified silhouette could be seen.

And...

A pair of golden eyes.

"!!!"

Mao Que’s Heart Lake was struck as if by a heavy blow, causing him to stagger backward, nearly falling to the ground. He never thought he would believe in something as absurd as the Ancient Dragon Court, but just a glance into those golden dragon eyes, and he was ensnared by the other’s domineering Divine Sea pressure, unable to avert his gaze.

Is this a Dragon Descendant Great Cultivator?

He couldn’t distinguish it at all; he only knew that the other’s realm far exceeded his own and even far surpassed that of his Master!

This could very well be a "Great Perfection" strong person of the Yin God Peak.

Out of the corner of his eye, he instinctively glanced again.

Mao Que was deeply shocked once more.

The woman standing behind the wheelchair bore red-gold horns on her forehead, her Dragon Form fully revealed.

This time...

Mao Que saw clearly.

A Dragon Descendant Great Cultivator.

That woman was definitely a Dragon Descendant Great Cultivator!

The suppression of Dragon Blood did not perish with the advent of the Great Tribulation... Feeling the stagnation in his own blood, Mao Que nearly fell to his knees uncontrollably, yearning to bow and prostrate before these two Great Cultivators deep in the bamboo forest.

A gentle force held him up.

Mao Que stood there, dumbfounded.

"We don’t want a reward."

The man in the wheelchair calmly said, "What we want... is something else."

"You don’t want a reward..."

Mao Que was in a daze, watching the silhouette re-immerse itself in the wind and snow.

He was utterly shaken.

All his life...

This was the first time he had encountered such a magnificent existence.

Mao Que struggled to squeeze out the words from his throat: "What do you want?"

"We want..."

"You."

This time, it was the woman’s turn to speak.

Amidst the wind and snow, she slowly advanced, step by step, until she stood before the half-kneeling Mao Que. The bamboo leaves swirling, Ao Ying wore a gold-glinting, fierce Evil Ghost mask, hiding all facial features, but revealing a pair of bright, shining golden eyes. She looked down aloofly at the unremarkable "Grotto Heaven" Great Demon before her.

Endured for three years in the Ruins.

This was her first time boldy unleashing her bloodline aura so freely and confidently—

Rumble.

The manifested Dragon Descendant Demon Blood whirled and spiraled throughout the bamboo forest!

"You want... me?"

Mao Que lifted his head, gazing into those golden eyes, entranced, unable to extricate himself.

He could hardly believe what he was hearing from them.

Someone like him, marginalized and almost excluded in Lushui Cave Heaven, could one day earn the recognition of pure-blood Dragon Descendants?!

"The Ancient Dragon Court has taken a liking to you."

Ao Ying smiled lightly.

She extended a hand slowly, saying, "If you’re willing, from today onward..."

"You will be a member of the [Ancient Dragon Court]."