Supreme Sword Exalt

Gu Han chuckled softly as he lightly stroked the black sword. Many sharp flashes streaked past. The corpses tumbled down, their eyes still frozen with a hint of fear.

Chen Qing stared dumbfoundedly.

Feeling somewhat dissatisfied, Gu Han chided him, “Your reaction is too slow! As a scavenger, fast reflexes are a must!”

The three disciples had already swarmed forward excitedly, which made Gu Han nod in approval. “They’re your disciples?”

“Huh? Y-yes.”

“They’re very good. They’ve surpassed their master.”

Chen Qing was speechless.

The three gave Gu Han a deep bow. “Thank you for the compliment!”

𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The words had barely faded when a jade-robed, middle-aged man flew over rapidly, his aura surging. He was clearly at the ninth stage of the Transcendent realm.

The man looked at Gu Han with a similar murderous intent. “How dare you! Do you know—”

Before he could finish, Gu Han met his gaze, revealing just a fraction of the sharpness and killing intent hidden beneath his calm exterior. The middle-aged man turned pale, his aura shattering with a loud bang. It was only then did he realize that Gu Han was a tough nut to crack.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, pouring his cultivation into his voice, “Call the old ancestor!”

As the words fell, a surge of saint might rose from deep within the Yangxin Sect. Even from such a distance, it was enough to make Chen Qing’s face turn pale.

The moment the saint might surged, the middle-aged man regained his confidence and composure. “I am the master of the Yangxin Sect. You have killed my disciples without cause. I’m afraid you won’t be leaving today—”

Gu Han raised his sword and slashed gently, etching a sword mark onto the center of the man’s brow. Just like that, the Yangxin Sect Master was dead.

After Gu Han strained himself, he let out a light cough, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Chen Qing trembled in fright. “Are you alright?”

If he dies, I’ll be in big trouble!

Gu Han waved his hand calmly. “It’s nothing. Even if I’m injured, killing an ordinary Saint realm cultivator is nothing.”

Chen Qing was utterly dumbfounded. Killing. Ordinary. That’s the Saint realm, not some stray cat or dog. Might as well just say you can kill a Feather Transformation realm cultivator...

The three disciples looked at Gu Han with admiration. With their low cultivation and little experience, they believed his words without question.

At that moment, space trembled slightly. An old man with graying hair and a gloomy expression appeared before Gu Han. A flash of killing intent passed through his eyes as he looked at the several corpses below, but he held back from attacking.

Upon seeing the black sword in Gu Han’s hand, a hint of caution flickered in his eyes. “Sir, may I ask, are you a disciple of the Profound Sword Sect?”

Gu Han smiled. “No. I’m just a rogue cultivator. A scavenger.”

Chen Qing felt like crying but had no tears. Why are you bullshitting at a time like this? Even if you pretended to be a Profound Sword Sect disciple, he’d most likely believe you. This could be trouble!

Sure enough, the caution in the old man’s eyes vanished, replaced by a chilling coldness. “I’ve cultivated for two thousand years, and this is the first time I’ve seen someone scavenge right up to someone else’s doorstep!”

Gu Han thought for a moment. “You haven’t seen it because you’ve never run into me.”

Another trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

The coldness in the old man’s eyes deepened. “Is that so? I haven’t heard of any scavenger among rogue cultivators fitting your description.”

Gu Han slowly raised his sword. “That’s normal. I just started.”

The old man’s gaze grew even colder. “Saint realm, right? It’s a pity you’re badly injured, yet you still dare to be so arrogant? After you die, your head will be placed at the highest point of the sect’s mountain gate as a warning to all petty villains!”

Believing he had seen through Gu Han’s true strength, a wisp of overbearing saint might descended. He was at the second stage of the Saint realm. Under the saint might, Gu Han’s scars split open again, soaking him with blood all over.

As if noticing something, Gu Han pushed Chongming toward Chen Qing and sent them far away. “Look after Master Rooster.”

Chen Qing felt like crying but had no tears. He sure does love that rooster...

At that moment, the old man struck first. “Go to hell!”

As his cultivation surged and merged with the power of heaven and earth, a phantom manifested behind him. The Phantom Body Art allowed him to summon a phantom with thirty percent of his combat power. Combined, they allowed him to unleash the strength of a third- or even fourth-stage Saint realm cultivator.

The divine art had earned him some credit among the unranked forces within ten thousand li, making him very proud and confident.

“Die!”

A fist, blurry with afterimages, landed within three zhang of Gu Han.

At that moment, Gu Han moved, his black sword rising. A red sword aura, more than ten zhang long, descended upon the old man. Their auras clashed. The shock was so great that Chen Qing could no longer keep his eyes open. A moment later, the aura gradually subsided, revealing Gu Han and the old man.

Gu Han coughed up several mouthfuls of blood and looked at the old man. “Do you have any saint herbs at your home?”

The old man’s gaze was dull as he answered instinctively, “No.”

Gu Han’s brow furrowed slightly. “No? What about half-saint herbs?”

“Yes...”

Gu Han nodded. “Good. It’s not a loss then.”

A thin, long bloodline appeared on the old man’s brow, spreading rapidly and covering his entire body. Blood splattered as his corpse split into two halves and fell.

“The old ancestor is dead!”

“Hurry and welcome the new ancestor!”

“We pay our respects to the ancestor! May the ancestor be well!”

Upon seeing the ancestor, the sect master, and the elders all dead, the disciples watching from afar showed no panic. Instead, they rushed forward, kowtowing incessantly to Gu Han.

Gu Han frowned deeply. What is this? The old ancestor is dead... Shouldn’t these people be mourning? Why do they seem happy?

Chen Qing finally came to his senses and began to explain. For these unranked forces, a change in the sect master or old ancestor wasn't an everyday occurrence, but it happened often enough that no one found it surprising anymore.

At that moment, a disciple looked at Gu Han fawningly. “Old Ancestor, since you killed the previous old ancestor, we can no longer use the name Yangxin Sect. Please bestow a new name for our sect!”

Gu Han was speechless as he found it absurd. Just like that?

“What was this sect called before the Yangxin Sect?”

“It was called the Shenyi Sect!”

“And before that?”

“Hanfeng Valley!”

“Any more?”

The disciple appeared a little embarrassed. “I don’t know the rest. Although I’ve been a disciple for a long time, it’s been a hundred years.”

Gu Han was completely speechless. A hundred years and they changed three old ancestors?! The disciples stay, and the old ancestors go...