The End of the Immortal Path

"The exchange has started?" Jiang Man asked, a bit surprised.

"Tomorrow. But we’ll be meeting them this afternoon. The top five from our courtyard will be participating," Yan Yiqiu said.

Upon hearing this, Cao Cheng glanced over at An Rong and smirked. "Told you. Should have been dealt with long ago. You can’t even go to this exchange. That’s the difference between us."

An Rong retorted coldly, "Why don’t you count your own rank?"

Cao Cheng froze for a moment, then looked at Zhuo Bufan, Zhao Yaoyao, Wei Beichuan, and Lin Qingshan.

Then came himself.

An Rong helpfully pointed to Jiang Man, who had just entered. "And where do you place our number one? Any second now, he’s going to pull out that notebook of his and write your name down."

Jiang Man watched the two of them in silence.

’For some reason, I feel offended by both of them.’

’I should definitely make a note of this.’

Then he took out his notebook. "An Rong and Cao Cheng disregard me."

Cao Cheng and An Rong were both taken aback.

They both felt like they had been caught in the crossfire.

Yan Yiqiu paid their squabbling no mind. "Get ready. We’re going to meet the five people we’ll be competing against. One of them is unusually strong—he’s from the Sixth Courtyard and is already at Foundation Establishment Perfection."

Everyone gasped.

’Foundation Establishment Perfection from the Sixth Courtyard?’

’This isn’t an exchange, they’re here to humiliate us.’

’If even our own members at Foundation Establishment Perfection lose, then...’

But Lin Qingshan quickly realized something and said, "But our strongest member isn’t at Foundation Establishment Perfection."

Everyone froze.

Then they realized they had worried for nothing.

Jiang Man had been away for so long they had almost forgotten that Taiyang hung high in the sky.

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「That afternoon.」

Lingyue Sect.

Ji Hao arrived, walking on air, and gazed down upon the mountain range.

His brow furrowed. ’Not the slightest hint of an aura, not a trace of Sword Intent. If there truly is Sword Intent in there, it must be something extraordinary.’

He then strode inside.

Within the Sword Tomb, Steward Luo looked at the people around him, the caution and worry gone from his eyes.

Ever since Ah Niu left, things here had returned to normal.

Even if someone started a fight, it wouldn’t be a big deal.

So he was doing quite well for himself.

Even if the Young Sect Leader came by, he wouldn’t stir up any more trouble.

"Steward Luo, are there many people like that Ah Niu?" the Young Sect Leader asked.

He had been beaten up once, and now he no longer dared to test anyone.

Steward Luo shook his head. "Not many, but you should still be careful. Young Sect Leader, you ought to work on that temper of yours."

The Young Sect Leader sounded helpless and aggrieved. "I just felt like there was something off about him, and I didn’t even make a move myself. How am I still the one in the wrong? At worst, my probing uncovered something we just happened to be unable to handle."

"Otherwise, I would have been right."

"It’s true that you sometimes need to test people," Steward Luo agreed with a nod.

Not probing back then could have escalated the conflict and made things even worse.

"This Ah Niu you speak of, is he a disciple of the Wuyun Sect?" a sudden voice sounded from beside them.

Instantly, the two of them turned to look.

An exceptionally handsome man was standing right there beside them.

His appearance seemed to make the entire Sword Tomb tremble faintly.

To them, his presence was as pleasant as a spring breeze, and in the next moment, he seemed to become the center of all attention.

’How did he appear?’

’And when did he appear?’

’Who is he?’

A flurry of questions surfaced in the minds of the Young Sect Leader and Steward Luo.

They even forgot to back away to a safe distance.

Cold sweat beaded on both of their foreheads.

"You—who are you?" the Young Sect Leader asked subconsciously.

Ji Hao looked at him and smiled gently. "Have your Sect Leader come here."

The man’s smile was gentle, but the Young Sect Leader didn’t dare refuse.

’This man...’

’He’s suffocating.’

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