Another World: The Failed Magician

While the Qingxin Sword Sect members were still pondering, Zhang Yu continued, "Although I know you're all somewhat unhappy, I feel the same way. The current situation is that even if we do nothing, I believe other forces will soon come knocking on our door. This demonic seed is a hot potato."

"Chairman Zhang! We can hand it over to the imperial court. The court can then send someone to seal it away," an elder said.

Zhang Yu nodded and replied, "That is indeed a good idea. But right now, the Prince of Zhennan and the Crown Prince are at loggerheads, and the entire court is in a state of panic. Even if the demon seed can be delivered to the court, does the court really have the ability to handle this matter?"

“We can’t just give it to the Prince of Zhennan like that! If we just give away the Demon Seed, what’s the point of all we’ve done?” a disciple of the Qingxin Sword Sect said.

“You can’t say that. We’re all here with the determination to die, not to do anything meaningless. If Li Mingxu, the host of the Demon Seed, dies, the Demon Seed itself will also be severely damaged. At least for the time being, it’s certain that no one can use this Demon Seed to absorb other people’s talents,” Zhang Yu replied.

"Is it really impossible to destroy this demonic seed?" After saying that, the disciple looked at the Grand Elder and Zhao Qingmei.

The elder shook his head and said, "There is indeed no way. In my experience, even a peak Martial King cannot destroy this demonic seed."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression immediately darkened. Judging from the Grand Elder's words, even a peak Martial King couldn't destroy this demonic seed.

In other words, it would take the power of a Martial Saint or higher to destroy this demonic seed. However, as everyone knows, since the Demon Race launched that continent-wide war a thousand years ago, the concentration of battle qi and magic power across the entire continent has been declining rapidly.

Without sufficient battle qi and magical power to support them, no one on the entire continent has been able to become a saint in the past few hundred years. Not to mention the elusive god-level.

That means that there is no one on the entire continent who can truly destroy this demonic seed.

"Isn't returning something to its rightful owner a perfectly normal thing? What's there to discuss?" At this moment, an arrogant voice rang out.

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound.

Suddenly, Zuo Huai entered with four elders of the Tai Xuan Sect who were at the martial arts master level.

Upon sensing the presence of Zuo Huai's group, Li Mengyu immediately shielded Lu Xuan behind her, drew her longsword, and warily watched Zuo Huai's group.

"I suppose this is the girl with the innate sword seed that Li Xuming mentioned to me before! Seeing her today, she truly lives up to her reputation. How about considering joining our Tai Xuan Sect? I believe that with your talent and the resources of the Tai Xuan Sect, you can reach the Martial King realm in less than three years," Zuo Huai said, looking at Li Mengyu.

Li Mengyu did not respond to Zuo Huai's words, but instead raised the long sword in her hand and pointed it at Zuo Huai.

"How dare you!" Upon seeing this, an elder from the Tai Xuan sect roared and drew his longsword, slashing at Li Mengyu.

Li Mengyu was equally unyielding. Facing the Tai Xuan Sect elder who was much taller and stronger than her, Li Mengyu did not retreat but advanced, gripping her long sword tightly as she charged forward.

With a loud bang, the two longswords clashed. The burly elder of the Tai Xuan Sect was instead forced back by Li Mengyu's seemingly weak and frail figure.

Upon witnessing this scene, the other members of the Tai Xuan Sect, including Zuo Huai, looked at the girl with a hint of apprehension.

"Zuo Huai! What do you mean by this?" Zhao Qingmei asked.

At this moment, Zhao Qingmei and the others also realized what was happening and took out their weapons.

"It's mainly because Elder Zhang saw a genius and couldn't resist wanting to spar with the young man," Zuo Huai said perfunctorily.

“Anyway, you can’t do anything about the demon seed now, can you? Why not return it to its rightful owner? That way, it will save you some trouble,” Zuo Huai said to Zhao Qingmei.

The others didn't say much at this moment, but instead focused their attention on Zhao Qingmei.

After struggling for a long time, Zhao Qingmei said, "You can take the Demon Seed, but your Tai Xuan Sect must agree to one condition."

"Sect Leader Zhao, that's right! Everything can be discussed. Why force things to this point? What are your conditions? Tell me, Sect Leader Zhao."

“From this day forward, your Tai Xuan Sect will have no further dealings with our Qingxin Sword Sect. No one from your Tai Xuan Sect is allowed to set foot in the Qingxin Sword Sect again.”

"This is the condition? No problem, no problem. I agree on behalf of the sect leader."

After speaking, Zuo Huai walked towards the Demon Seed under everyone's gaze, and took out a small black box from his spatial ring.

He stepped forward, took the small black box, and aimed it at the demon seed. Suddenly, the demon seed seemed to gain consciousness and slowly flew into the box.

As the demonic seed flew into the box, Zuo Huai closed the small box.

As Zuo Huai and the others were about to leave, Zuo Huai turned to Li Mengyu and said, "Are you really not going to reconsider?"

Upon hearing this, Li Mengyu glared fiercely at Zuo Huai, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"Ah, that's a real pity." After saying that, Zuo Huai and the others left Qingxin Sword Sect.

Just as everyone's hearts were finally at ease...

Suddenly, a thud was heard as someone fell to the ground.

Everyone quickly looked toward the source of the sound.

At this moment, the Grand Elder was already lying on the ground.

Several disciples and elders rushed over to check on the situation. They could clearly feel that the elder's aura was extremely weak, like a fragile candle flame that would be extinguished with the slightest breath.

The group immediately began searching for medicinal pills.

Just then, an old and weak voice interrupted them: "No need to waste it, I know my own body."

Looking at the worried eyes of everyone, the Grand Elder smiled kindly on his aged face: "Do not be sad. As the Grand Elder of the Qingxin Sword Sect, being able to fight alongside you in the final moments of my life is already the greatest reward for me. So promise me, don't cry, okay? Children, send me off on my final journey with smiles."

After speaking, the Grand Elder's clear and powerful eyes slowly closed, and then his faint aura gradually dissipated.

Then the disciples of Qingxin Sword Sect burst into tears on the spot.

The other elders could not hide the sorrow on their faces. Zhao Qingmei looked at the old man on the ground, her eyes also revealing sadness.