Invincible Divine Sword

Chapter 248: Imprisoned in Prison Mountain for Ten Years?

“Those four individuals, what is your assessment?” Long Jiyi pondered as he asked.

Long Lan contemplated and said, “The one who took action today, he should be in the late stage of the Saint Realm’s tenth level,” referring to the Barefoot Elder Demon.

Then he added, “This person is definitely not Long Hao or Deng Hongqing.”

However, within the entire True Dragon Divine Sect, only Long Hao and Deng Hongqing were above the late stage of the Saint Realm’s tenth level.

Long Jiyi, with a smile, said, “This youngster, he is not simple at all.” Suddenly, he added, “Do you think he really has just a level eleven Martial Soul?”

Long Lan was taken aback. “Do you mean to say that Xiaotian’s Martial Soul has evolved to level twelve?”

“Both of his Twin Martial Spirits are capable of evolving, maybe they have already evolved to level twelve,” Long Jiyi speculated.

While Long Jiyi was speculating that Yang Xiaotian’s Martial Soul might have already evolved to level twelve, all sides were still shaken by Yang Xiaotian’s crushing defeat of the Four States Crown Prince Guo Hong.

The main hall of the Sky-Stepping Sect was once again filled with utter silence.

Wu Peng still sat on the throne in the grand hall, where the various Elders of the Sky-Stepping Sect and the Sky-Stepping Sect Master Lin Yu were seated.

“Who can tell me exactly what happened?” Wu Peng said with an extremely gloomy face, his voice containing a towering rage, “It’s been a year, why is Yang Xiaotian still alive and well?”

A year ago, they had paid a hefty price to hire the Netherworld King, the number one assassin.

But a year had passed, and Yang Xiaotian was still lively and kicking.

Now, they had again paid a hefty price to hire the Barefoot Elder Demon to act, yet Yang Xiaotian was still enjoying life, relishing in the finest foods and drinks.

Yang Xiaotian was still untouched.

The various Elders of the Sky-Stepping Sect and Lin Yu, sensing the towering rage of Wu Peng, were all silent as cicadas in winter, with none daring to open their mouths.

“Have we still not made contact with the Netherworld King?” Wu Peng asked in fury.

Thinking of the Netherworld King disappearing without a trace after taking their precious treasure, his anger intensified.

“Not yet,” Divine Spirit Ancestor Tang Hong replied, shaking his head. “Since taking the Netherworld Bead a year ago, there has been no news of him.”

“He takes my Netherworld Bead but does not kill Yang Xiaotian; does the Netherworld King truly think my Sky-Stepping Sect would not dare to eradicate him?” An Elder burst out angrily.

“Could it be that something happened to the Netherworld King?” Tang Hong pondered aloud.

“Impossible!” said the hot-tempered Elder, shaking his head. “The only ones who could kill the Netherworld King are Yang Zhengqing and Long Ancestor, but our people have said that they have never left the True Dragon Divine Sect’s forbidden grounds.”

“Moreover, if Yang Zhengqing or Long Ancestor took action, the commotion would undoubtedly be huge; it can’t be that there was no disturbance.”

This was also the puzzling issue for Wu Peng.

“Could it be that there is another Divine Spirit Realm master with Yang Xiaotian?” Sky-Stepping Sect Master Lin Yu suddenly suggested.

Upon hearing this, Wu Peng immediately said, “Impossible! We can count on our fingers the number of Divine Spirit Realm masters in the Divine Dragon Empire. Divine Spirit Realm masters are paramount; do you think they would serve a mere Martial Ancestor like Yang Xiaotian?”

Silence fell upon the crowd.

“Investigate, find out who those four ghost-masked masters with Yang Xiaotian are,” Wu Peng’s eyes flickered.

“Yes, Ancestor,” Lin Yu promptly responded with respect.

Meanwhile, the True Dragon Divine Sect was also in an uproar.

Elder Deng Hongqing said angrily, “Guo Hong is the Crown Prince of the Four States Empire, and among all the princes, he is the most beloved by the Four States Great Emperor. Now that Yang Xiaotian has acted so brazenly against the Four States Crown Prince, isn’t this inviting trouble for our True Dragon Divine Sect?”

Long Hao also said, “The Four States Empire has already sent an envoy here, demanding that we give them an explanation.” Then he glanced at Hu Nan and added, “The Four States Empire wants us to cripple Yang Xiaotian’s cultivation and hand him over to be taken back to the Four States Empire.”

Hu Nan swept a look over Deng Hongqing and Long Hao, “Are the two Divine Spirit Ancestors suggesting that we should cripple Yang Xiaotian’s cultivation and then hand him over to be taken back to the Four States Empire?”

Deng Hongqing’s expression was awkward as he said, “That’s not what I mean, either. However, as the Divine Child of the True Dragon Divine Sect, Yang Xiaotian has brutally beaten the Crown Prince of Four States and brought trouble upon our True Dragon Divine Sect. We should indeed punish him to some extent, by confining him to Prison Mountain for ten years.”

The True Dragon Divine Sect has a Prison Mountain that is specifically used to detain sect disciples who have committed offenses.

However, only sect disciples who have made serious mistakes are confined to Prison Mountain.

Within Prison Mountain, with its barren hills and treacherous waters, devoid of spiritual energy and rife with poisonous creatures, the disciples of the True Dragon Divine Sect turn pale at its very mention.

Once, a core disciple of the True Dragon Divine Sect who was confined to Prison Mountain for ten years came out mad and deranged.

Now, Deng Hongqing was proposing to confine Yang Xiaotian to Prison Mountain for ten years.

Hu Nan looked towards Long Hao, who remained silent.

The other Divine Spirit Ancestors were also silent.

Nevertheless, the wife of the Sect Master, Liu Ping, spoke up, “I also believe that we need to more strictly control Yang Xiaotian. We can’t let him continue to act recklessly. Besides, confining him to Prison Mountain might be good for tempering his disposition.”

Hearing Liu Ping speak of confining Yang Xiaotian to Prison Mountain as a good thing for him, Hu Nan’s face darkened and he stared at her, saying, “Yang Xiaotian and Guo Hong were engaging in a normal sparring match. Guo Hong simply lacked the skill and lost to Xiaotian. It’s laughable that the envoy even had the audacity to make demands at our True Dragon Divine Sect.”

He continued, “The Four States Empire has always been hostile to our Divine Dragon Empire, and Yang Xiaotian’s great victory over the Crown Prince of Four States brings honor to our Divine Dragon Empire and to the True Dragon Divine Sect!”

“Not only is Yang Xiaotian innocent, but he has also made a great contribution!”

Then he ordered his Elders, “Throw that envoy from the Four States Empire out.”

…

Yang Xiaotian stayed at the Imperial Palace for a few days before he returned to the True Dragon Divine Sect.

He couldn’t possibly stay at the Imperial Palace forever.

Moreover, he hadn’t begun to comprehend the Sword Path of the True Dragon Divine Sect. Upon his return, he planned to thoroughly challenge the Sword Path to see if he could use the power of the Sword Stele to condense his own Sword Intent.

For sword cultivators, only by condensing their own Sword Intent can they be considered true swordsmen.

When Yang Xiaotian returned to the True Dragon Divine Sect, Qingxuan was extremely reluctant to part with him and accompanied him out of the Imperial Capital, lingering for a long time before she could bring herself to leave.

Just as Yang Xiaotian was returning to the True Dragon Divine Sect, Guo Hong and the experts from the Four States Empire also began their return to the Four States Empire.

With round-the-clock treatment by the experts from the Four States Empire, Guo Hong’s injuries had healed somewhat, but as he walked, he still hunched over, clutching his belly, unable to stand up straight.

While hunched over, Guo Hong bellowed with fury, “Yang Xiaotian, once I return, I vow to lead an army to annihilate you and destroy the True Dragon Divine Sect!”

But as he spoke, his belly spasmed violently.

“When will my master return?” Guo Hong asked his subordinates.

The master he referred to was none other than the Flying Dragon Sword Saint.

“The Flying Dragon Lord will return from the Divine Beast Mountain in half a year,” replied the elder of the Saint Realm hasteningly.

“Half a year!” Guo Hong gritted his teeth, “Yang Xiaotian, I’ll let you live for half a year longer. Afterward, I’ll punch you in the belly a thousand times!”

“I will blast you to pieces, to smithereens, to ashes!”