Supreme Sword Exalt

The young man’s thoughts raced as he quickly calculated their previous losses and their chances of victory. Two against one. Thirty-three against one.

He arrived at the answer with ease. Chances of victory? Zero.

Thus, he cupped his hands and said with utmost sincerity, “Fellow Daoist, as the saying goes, always leave a line so you may meet again someday. I have something to say, if you would just—AH!”

Before he could finish, a miserable scream sounded. Gu Han had sent him flying with a single swing of his sword. He swept his sword to point at the Hehuan Sect Master, whose expression had turned ugly. “Alright, your turn now.”

She gripped a red jade talisman. “Ah Gou! Ah Gou!”

Yet there was no response at all. How she deeply regretted not giving Ah Gou some pills to recover! If only she knew she’d end up in such a desperate situation!

Instead of finishing her off, Gu Han glanced at the jade talisman. “What’s that? Is that how he ended up like this?”

The Hehuan Sect Master also wanted to stall for time. “T-this is what controls his Slave Seal!”

At this point, she no longer wanted the rooster. She just wanted to live!

Gu Han thought for a moment. “Slave Seal? Tell me, what’s his story?”

The Hehuan Sect Master took a deep breath. “Ah Gou’s a half-demon. His mother was a mortal, and his father was a dog demon. But when Ah Gou was born, his bloodline showed signs of atavism, awakening a trace of the Ancient Great Demon Tiangou Bloodline. S-so Mu Feng set his sights on him.”

“Who’s Mu Feng?”

From not too far away, the young man’s spirits lifted. “Fellow Daoist, I know! Mu Feng is Master Ling Ya’s third disciple! The sect master and he are, ahem, “good” friends. If you kill her, he definitely won’t let you off!”

Upon seeing Gu Han narrow his eyes, he quickly added, “I’m also “good” friends with the sect master!”

Gu Han temporarily ignored him and turned to the Hehuan Sect Master. “And then?”

He’d never heard of the Great Demon Tiangou. But judging from Ah Gou’s ability to turn himself into shadow, along with his bizarre method of controlling humanoid figures, his bloodline was definitely extraordinary. No wonder others coveted it.

Unable to figure out his intentions, the Hehuan Sect Master could only steel herself. “F-first, Mu Feng killed his parents, then captured him and used a secret technique to stimulate his Tiangou bloodline. Mu Feng also force-fed him a concoction brewed from wolf hearts and dog livers daily, and engraved a Slave Seal into his soul. Ah Gou has lost all humanity. He’s the most obedient dog.”

A cold glint flashed through Gu Han’s eyes. “Like master, like disciple!”

He was no stranger to this method. It was almost identical to what Ling Ya had done to Mo Chenyin. Clearly, Mu Feng had only learned the surface as his methods were crude compared to Ling Ya’s.

“It looks like you’re quite familiar with the Emotionless Sect?”

This was also why he hadn’t struck yet. The Hehuan Sect Master was undoubtedly the most ideal information source.

Her heart dropped when he saw his expression. Feeling a sudden sense of foreboding, she slowly put some distance between herself and Gu Han. “Not familiar, exactly... just... some exchanges here and there.”

“Tell me, are you acquainted with Mu Feng as well?”

“Never met him.”

Gu Han narrowed his eyes. “I’m quite familiar with someone called Zhong Yu, and another called Hong Luan.”

The Hehuan Sect Master was stunned, then inwardly pleased. “Hong Luan?”

Is he one of them?

“Are you also a practitioner of this path? To be honest, I also have had in-depth exchanges with Sister Hong Luan,” she asked.

The young man shot her a look as he was very shocked.

Gu Han remained expressionless. “Elaborate.”

The young man immediately perked up his ears, also eager to hear the details. He figured that even if he died, being able to listen to a secret tale about that lofty Hong Luan would make this life worth living.

The Hehuan Sect Master bit her lip. “That year, Sister Hong Luan turned twenty. It was our first meeting, and I...”

Gu Han felt that this woman had issues with her head. You think this is what I’m asking about?

His expression turned cold. “Something else! Who are the members of the Emotionless Sect? Their temperaments, habits, cultivation levels—tell me everything you know!”

The young man appeared disappointed, but the Hehuan Sect Master’s expression changed drastically. She wasn’t stupid, so she had already caught on to Gu Han's implication. If he had any intention of letting her go, he wouldn’t be asking her these questions so openly.

She stepped back again and slowly explained everything she knew, “I’ll tell you! But I’ve only been to the Emotionless Sect a few times, so I don’t know much. Master Ling Ya has seven disciples—three males and four females—collectively known as the Seven Disciples of Emotionless.”

Gu Han didn’t bother with her little movements, lost in thought. Seven Disciples of Emotionless? Taihao Seven Sons?

He’d already heard from Xiao Yang that Taihao Sect Master Gu Chen was Ling Ya’s archenemy. So that was where the Taihao Seven Sons came from. The first three disciples—Zhong Yu, Jiang Ping, and Mu Feng—were all at the Ascension realm. The fourth, fifth, and sixth disciples—Xu Ma, Li Mao, and Ding Lan, respectively—were at the Feather Transformation realm.

And finally, there was Hong Luan, who had joined in the last century. She was the seventh disciple and was at the Saint realm. Gu Han had also gathered that Zhong Yu had been with Ling Ya the longest, Mu Feng’s style most closely resembled Ling Ya’s, and Li Mao was the most lecherous.

As for the female disciples, their temperaments were all more or less like Hong Luan’s. Their relationships could only be described as chaotic beyond imagination.

To stall for time, the Hehuan Sect Master spilled everything. “Once, the most... the seven of us—”

Gu Han shot her a cold look. “Enough! Anything else?”

For some reason, even though his life hung by a thread, the young man felt a hint of resentment. This guy is so inconsiderate! He always cuts off right at the good part!

“Yes!” By now, the Hehuan Sect Master had retreated over a hundred zhang away, but she still didn’t feel safe. She kept backing up as she explained, “The last time I went to the Emotionless Sect, I learned that Master had made an exception and taken on an eighth disciple. This would have been unthinkable before. After all, in the Tiannan Realm, the reputation of the Seven Disciples of Emotionless is already deeply ingrained...”

“Who?”

“Leng Yushu.”

“Tell me about her.”

The Hehuan Sect Master shook her head. “I don’t know much about her. I just know that Master Ling Ya values her a lot. Even her cultivation is personally guided by him, so he won’t let anyone else interfere. I-I never even had the chance to see her. I only heard from Mu Feng that in terms of both appearance and talent, Leng Yushu isn’t far off from that one youngest disciple from a thousand years ago.”

“A thousand years ago?”

The Hehuan Sect Master nodded. “Yes. Leng Yushu and Sister Hong Luan are both recent additions. Master’s youngest disciple was from a thousand years ago.”

Gu Han clenched his fists. “Who was it?”

“Mo Chenyin.”