Senior brothers, please stop abusing me. I'm going to change my ways to be merciless.

Jiuhua Sword Master established his foundation at the age of thirteen, formed his elixir at the age of eighteen, and reached the Nascent Soul stage at the age of forty. Then, within a hundred years, he comprehended the supreme sword intent and ascended to heaven in one fell swoop.

He is a genius among sword cultivators, and the perfect sword cultivator in the eyes of all his disciples, an unshakable giant.

It was the success of Jiuhua Sword Master that inspired countless disciples of the Jianmen Sect, making them believe that one day they would also be able to comprehend the meaning of sword and achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven.

But today, they learned that Jiuhua Sword Master failed to ascend to heaven and became a sword demon...

Xiu Mu was devastated and fell to his knees with tears streaming down his face.

"No, I don't believe it. How could Jiuhua Sword Master fail in his ascension? I don't believe it!"

Yang Zetian, who was the most noisy along the way, also fell silent at this moment and looked shaky.

If Qin Xiaoran hadn't supported him, Yang Zetian would have fainted.

It was because of Jiuhua Sword Master that he chose to become a sword cultivator.

He also vowed to become the second Jiuhua Sword Master...

They are unwilling to face this fact.

Fan Li felt the sadness in the air and felt extremely complicated.

She saw Lu Xingran, who had always been proud of the Jianmen Sect, lower his proud head, clench his fists, and his eyes turned red.

This was the first time Fan Li saw her so vulnerable in all the time he had known her.

Fan Li placed his hand on her shoulder, silently comforting her.

Lu Xingran raised her eyes slightly and gave her an extremely ugly smile.

Compared to them, Jiuhua Sword Master himself has already accepted this outcome.

His tone calmed down and he spoke slowly.

"That sword demon was originally my inner demon, and later transformed into the sword spirit of the Wuji Sword. If I leave him alone and let him escape, all life will be in utter devastation."

"I, Jiuhua Sword Master, have never done anything against the will of heaven or morality in my life. The Wuji Sword slays demons and eliminates evil spirits. It is the sword of righteousness. How can I let the Sword Demon destroy it?"

"I opened a cave here and trapped the Sword Demon inside. I also placed two great demons there to guard it, to prevent innocent people from straying in and losing their lives in vain..."

It turned out to be the case.

Fan Li suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the two monsters looked ferocious but were actually very stupid. It turned out that the purpose of their existence was just to scare people away.

Uh, she seems to have killed a good demon?

Jiuhua Sword Master: "...Who would have thought that the Sword Demon was so cunning that he gave up on devouring my soul and instead hid in a brick of the underground palace, escaping through the yellow sand."

"When I first opened up the cave, I set up a lifelong restriction that cannot be broken. Neither the body nor the soul can leave the underground palace. If you force yourself to leave, you will instantly perish."

"Because of this, I cannot stop the evil sword demon."

After hearing this, Fan Li understood.

The Sword Saint Xie Wuchen first encountered the Sword Demon.

Jiuhua Sword Master is so powerful, and the Sword Demon is even more powerful.

In front of Jiuhua Sword Master, no matter how powerful Xie Wuchen was, he was just a junior. No wonder he was defeated.

If Xie Wuchen were still alive, he would rest in peace knowing that he died at the hands of Jiuhua Sword Master.

Fan Li was distracted for a moment.

Jiuhua Sword Master sighed.

"...I know that the Sword Demon is reluctant to part with the wealth of the underground palace and wishes to devour my soul. He will return one day. If he has already possessed someone else, I will destroy this underground palace and perish with him. If someone else comes, I will give everything here to the destined one."

"Besides wealth, there is also my inheritance."

The inheritance of Jiuhua Sword Master!

The eyes of several Jianmen Sect disciples lit up.

Jiuhua Sword Master paused for a moment and said in a deep voice:

"However, my inheritance only teaches sword cultivation."

"Besides that, before entering the underground palace, those who are destined to enter must swear an oath to heaven."

"From now on, no matter how powerful you are, you must protect the Jianmen Sect and never become its enemy."

Everyone made a vow in their hearts, including Fan Li.

There are two doors in the underground palace.

Those who want to accept the inheritance of Jiuhua Sword Master need to go to the left, and those who want to give up the inheritance need to go to the right.

"Come in, my destined one. Let me see if you can withstand my test!"

As soon as the words fell, the underground palace returned to silence.

Obviously, Jiuhua Sword Master didn't know that the people who found this underground palace were his lovely descendants.

Lu Xingran and the others gradually accepted the fact that the ancestor had failed to ascend to heaven, and were very excited to hear that they had the opportunity to receive teachings from the ancestor.

Fan Li took the initiative to step aside.

Obviously, this was a great opportunity for the Jianmen Sect and had nothing to do with her.

However, Fan Li was not disappointed. On the contrary, she was happy for them.

Perhaps if someone among them accepts the inheritance of Jiuhua Sword Master, Jianmen Sect will be able to make a comeback, regain its glory, and return to its position as the number one sect.

As for her, it's enough for her to make some money.

She had already smelled the scent of many treasures and rubbed her hands secretly.

I also don’t know if I can find materials that are compatible with the snow dragon’s bones so that she can refine her own magic weapon as soon as possible.

At this time, Qin Xiaoran walked to Fan Li and sighed.

"What a pity, we are not sword cultivators."

Fan Li didn't feel sorry.

Here, Yang Zetian and Xiu Mu both chose to give the opportunity to their senior sister.

"Senior Sister, you are the future sect leader, and this person must be you." Yang Zetian said.

Xiu Mu also nodded heavily.

Although they all wanted this inheritance, they hoped that the person would be the eldest senior sister.

Lu Xingran said seriously, "You and I are all from the Jianmen Sect. It doesn't matter who receives the inheritance. To be fair, let's draw lots."

Seeing Lu Xingran's insistence, the two had no choice but to agree.

Lu Xingran borrowed three hairs of different lengths from Daju, and then Fan Li held them in his hand. Whoever got the longest one would go in first.

Fan Li felt an inexplicable pressure. They all knew that whoever went in first would have the greatest chance.

After all, if Jiuhua Sword Master knew that the destined person coming was from the Jianmen Sect, he would definitely be delighted, and he might even decide on the candidate directly.

Yang Zetian said: "Big Sister, you go first."

This time Lu Xingran did not refuse. She raised her hand and pulled a hair from Fan Li's palm.

Soon, all three were caught.

The result was that Xiumu was the first to go in.

Seeing the hesitation on Xiumu's face, Lu Xingran patted his shoulder and said comfortingly, "Everything is destined, just let it go. Go!"

Xiumu nodded and walked to the gate on the left, looking a little nervous.

But he did not hesitate too much. After bowing, he stepped in.

The gate blocked the view of the outside world, and they had no idea what Xiumu would experience next.

Lu Xingran stood with his hands behind his back, his expression stern.

Yang Zetian stared at the door without blinking, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve from time to time.

Fan Li and Qin Xiaoran were not in a hurry to go treasure hunting.

After a stick of incense.

The door to the underground palace creaked open.

Xiumu walked out dejectedly and shook his head at them.

Accepting inheritance is not that easy.

Then there is Yang Zetian.

Before Yang Zetian went in, he still had the leisure to say: "Big Sister, don't worry, even if I accept the inheritance, I will never compete with you for the position of Young Sect Master!"

Lu Xingran couldn't stand it any longer and kicked him, "Stop talking nonsense."

Yang Zetian rubbed his butt and moved closer to Xiu Mu, asking, "Junior Brother Mu, can you tell me what kind of trials you've been through?"

Xiu Mu smiled mysteriously: "You will know when you go there."

Yang Zetian snorted and muttered, "Stingy guy."

Xiu Mu added: "However, the ancestor is very happy about our arrival."

After hearing this, Yang Zetian relaxed a lot.

Then Yang Zetian walked to the front of the palace, straightened his appearance, pushed open the door, and disappeared behind it.

Less than half an incense stick.

Yang Zetian was kicked out, faster than expected.

“You are lying, the ancestor is not easy to talk to!”

Unlike what one might have imagined, when Jiuhua Sword Master learned that they were his descendants, he not only did not let them off, but was even more strict!

Yang Zetian should have been released a long time ago.

During that half incense stick, he spent half of the time being scolded!

"Your swordsmanship may seem sharp, but in reality it's superficial and superficial! You're obsessed with speed and ferocity, but you've lost sight of the essence of the sword. The sword in your hand is like a wild horse, uncontrollable... Who is your master?!"

Yang Zetian didn't dare to say a word.

Jiuhua Sword Master scolded him so much that his head was stinging!

Yang Zetian looked aggrieved.

Xiu Mu was not surprised at all, because he had just been criticized for nothing.

The two looked at each other, feeling that they were both wanderers in the world. They hugged each other and shed tears silently.

Seeing this, Qin Xiaoran felt a little relieved that he was not a sword cultivator.

Xiu Mu and Yang Zetian are both among the top five strongest disciples in the sect. They each have their own strengths, and their overall strength is no worse than Lu Xingran.

If they were outside, they would definitely be outstanding swordsmen.

However, these two geniuses from the sects were nothing in the eyes of Jiuhua Sword Master.

Lu Xingran's self-confidence was shaken. Her expression remained unchanged, but her palms were already covered in sweat.

"Senior Sister, you'd better take care of yourself." Yang Zetian said.

"Big Sister, it doesn't matter if you get scolded. We are rooting for you!"

Lu Xingran nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and went in with the Feihong Sword to accept the test.

Time passed little by little.

Before I knew it, two incense sticks had passed and Lu Xingran still hadn't come out.

There was silence behind the door.

Yang Zetian couldn't help but look worried.

Qin Xiaoran muttered, "Big Sister has been gone for a long time. What do you think? Jiuhua Sword Master is so strict. Can Big Sister really catch his eye?"

Fan Li stared at the door intently and said softly, "I believe her."

Fan Li's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone present.

"Yes, we should trust Senior Sister!" Qin Xiaoran clenched his fists.

"She is our senior sister, our future sect leader! We must trust her!"

Yang Zetian and Xiu Mu became excited when they heard this.

The night pearl above the underground palace emitted a warm and peaceful light. Everyone chose to meditate on the spot and wait for Lu Xingran to come out.

I don’t know how much time has passed in the outside world.

Suddenly, the door that had been closed for a long time finally opened.

The people waiting outside opened their eyes at the same time, only to see Lu Xingran holding the Feihong Sword, walking towards them in a panic, looking tired and without any joy on his face.

Seeing her like this, everyone's hearts sank at the same time.