Chapter 210: Tianjian Sect

Ye Feng had thought about the consequences of killing Asura. What he hadn’t expected was that the news wouldn’t only spread across Agri Planet but also reach other planets along with the recorded footage.
Within a few days, although Ye Feng’s identity hadn’t become known to everyone in the cultivation world, it was already well-known among all the major factions.
One day, someone came to see him again. When Ye Feng opened the door, his expression was somewhat dazed.
“Elder… how did you…?”
The person standing at his door still looked disheveled, with a beard covering his face. He carried a large sword on his back and casually took a sip from a wine gourd in his hand.
It was the powerful cultivator in the Tribulation stage who had saved Ye Feng and the others from the Gray Star Region—Zong Hao.
“It seems I’ve come to the right person. You still remember me,” Zong Hao said with a smile. “No need to call me elder. Your strength is now greater than mine, though your cultivation level is still lower. Just call me Zong Hao!”
“Brother Zong… how did you find me? Have you already passed the heavenly tribulation?” Ye Feng asked curiously.
“Thanks to you, after returning to our sect, an elder helped me refine a Tribulation Pill. I just passed the heavenly tribulation a few days ago and entered the Mahayana stage. I’ve also been promoted to an apprentice elder,” Zong Hao said, clearly pleased. “Now that you’ve become famous, isn’t it easy to find you? After all, more than half of the sects in the cultivation world have seen footage of your battle. As the largest sect in the cultivation world, we certainly couldn’t have missed it. Knowing you were on Agri Planet, I just had to ask around among the local factions to find you.”
“You’re from Tianjian Sect?!” Ye Feng realized this only after hearing Zong Hao mention “the largest sect in the cultivation world”.
“That’s right. Asura is a castaway from our sect! So, your battle with Asura caught our attention right away,” Zong Hao nodded. “We have some acquaintance, so I volunteered for this mission.”
“What mission?” Ye Feng looked at Zong Hao warily.
“To find you and retrieve the Crimson Blood Sword! That’s our mission!” Zong Hao was straightforward, stating his purpose without any hesitation. “You can keep everything else in his ring. We only want the Crimson Blood Sword!”

“Red Blood Sword—you’re referring to that mid-tier demonic weapon, right?” Ye Feng frowned slightly.
“That’s right, the blood-red long sword that turns people into demons!” Zong Hao nodded. “It’s extremely dangerous. We must take it back and seal it, ensuring no one else comes into contact with it!”
“We can return everything else to you, but as for that item… I’ve already sold it…” Ye Feng shook his head helplessly.
“Sold it? To whom?” Zong Hao’s expression changed.
“I can’t say. All I can tell you is that the buyer offered 82,000 mid-tier spirit crystals for it, so I sold it to him!” Ye Feng spread his hands in a gesture of helplessness.
“How could you… You clearly knew how dangerous it is. Why did you do this?” Zong Hao found Ye Feng’s actions utterly unreasonable.
“I made sure the buyer had enough strength to control it, that’s why I sold it to him!” Ye Feng shook his head. “Do you think I’d carelessly sell something that can turn people into demons to just anyone?”
“You should know that many people approached me during that time, wanting to buy it at a higher price! Some even offered 130,000 mid-tier spirit crystals…” Ye Feng shrugged. “But I still sold it to the guy who only offered a little over 80,000!”
What Ye Feng said was true. After he retrieved that demonic weapon, many people thought it was in his possession and tried to buy it, but were turned away. One guy even offered a high price of 130,000 mid-tier spirit crystals, but was still rejected by Ye Feng.
“His name! Tell me!” Zong Hao refused to give up.
“I don’t know!” Ye Feng shook his head.
“What does he look like?” Zong Hao pressed further.
“I don’t know. He wore a loose black cloak and a black iron mask. All I can tell you is that he’s a scattered demon at the fourth calamity level or above! He definitely has the strength to control that thing!” Ye Feng made up a character on the spot. Seeing Zong Hao’s reaction, he knew that if he really didn’t tell him anything, he might end up under the watchful eye of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
“A scattered demon at the fourth calamity level or above?” Zong Hao frowned deeply after hearing this. “How could you sell that thing to a scattered demon? Those guys are ruthless killers! Do you understand what it means to sell a mid-tier demonic weapon to a scattered demon at the fourth calamity level? It means he can kill even a scattered immortal at the sixth calamity level or a peak immortal!”
“That’s still better than just giving it to an ordinary person and turning them into a demon!” Ye Feng insisted on his view.

“Enough. This little money-grubber has already done it; blaming him further is pointless! A scattered demon at the fourth tribulation level is no joke! Not to mention one wielding a mid-grade demonic weapon!” A man who resembled Zong Hao somewhat slowly stepped into the apartment hall where Ye Feng was. His presence made Ye Feng feel a strong pressure—a sense of facing an absolutely powerful foe.

Ye Feng looked at him warily. “Who are you?”

“Father!” Zong Hao bowed slightly toward the man who seemed to be around the same age as him. “But…”

“Hao, go outside for now. I need to talk to him alone!” The man nodded at Zong Hao.

Zong Hao’s expression turned somewhat uneasy. He glanced at Ye Feng with concern before leaving and closing the door behind him.

“My name is Zong Ao. Meeting you in person is even more surprising than watching the recorded footage!” The middle-aged man smiled at Ye Feng, his smile clearly implying, “You know what I mean.”

“You’re the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect?!” Ye Feng was filled with surprise. He never expected the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, regarded as the strongest in the cultivation world, to appear before him now.

Zong Ao nodded indifferently, then turned to look behind him. “May I sit down? I think if I do, your nervousness might ease a bit! If possible, a cup of hot tea would be great too! We can sit and chat for a while—it won’t take up much of your time. And I assure you, I’m definitely not someone annoying!”

“Uh… okay!” Since the other party had asked, Ye Feng naturally couldn’t refuse the conversation.

Ye Feng went to the kitchen, brewed two cups of tea, and brought them over. After handing one cup to Zong Ao, he sat down across from him with his own cup.

When the tea was placed in front of Zong Ao, he didn’t seem to want to drink it. Instead, he fiddled with the cup with his fingers. Only after seeing Ye Feng take a sip did he speak. “To be honest, seeing you on that footage, defeating a demonized Asura with your cultivation at the later stage of tribulation, already surprised us greatly. But I never expected that you, little guy, were only at the Diversion stage… Meeting you today really shocked me!”

“Don’t be nervous. I’ll keep this a secret for you! Everyone has their own secrets!” Zong Ao could hear Ye Feng’s heartbeat accelerating and shook his head with a smile.

“I don’t know how you did it, but you really did it. You should know that a mid-tier immortal artifact glove only slightly boosts your attack power—there aren’t many other benefits!”
“Elder, I know that with your cultivation level, you can see through many of this kid’s tricks. But I must tell you that I really can’t return that demonic artifact to you!” Ye Feng decided to be honest to get a lighter punishment.
“Did you make up that Scattered Demon?” Zong Ao’s smile grew even wider.
Ye Feng hesitated for a while before finally nodding. “I’m sorry. If I don’t say this, you’ll still cause me trouble!”
“Then, are you sure that artifact won’t cause any other disasters?” Zong Ao stared into Ye Feng’s eyes.
“Mm!” Ye Feng nodded.
“Do you promise?” Zong Ao still looked at him with a smile.
“I promise!” Ye Feng stared back into Zong Ao’s eyes and nodded firmly.
“Alright then. No one will pursue this matter anymore!” Zong Ao finally nodded.
“But… you don’t need to know…” Ye Feng looked utterly incredulous. He hadn’t expected Zong Ao to be so easy to convince.
“No need. Since you’ve promised, if anything goes wrong, I’ll come back and scold you!” Zong Ao shrugged at Ye Feng.
“Uh…” Only then did Ye Feng realize where Zong Hao’s personality came from—his father also trusted others so easily.
“My son says you’re a trustworthy person, and I agree! So… with your promise, I don’t have to worry about anything.” Zong Ao knew Ye Feng was puzzled.
“I heard you don’t have a sect yet. How about joining our Tianjian Sect?” Zong Ao made an enticing offer. “With your strength, you can start as an apprentice elder for a few years, just like Hao Er. Once you get stronger, you can become a guest elder—no responsibilities needed, just keep your name and enjoy elder benefits. You only need to contribute when the sect is in crisis! I’m quite optimistic about you…”
“Well… I haven’t thought about joining a sect yet…” Ye Feng seemed hesitant this time. After all, it was the largest sect in the cultivation world. Getting to be an apprentice elder right away was an opportunity not everyone could have. But Ye Feng wasn’t the kind of person who liked to be bound.

“How about this? You can take some time to think it over. If you make a decision, you can come to see me directly, or have Haor send a message to me as well!” Zong Ao easily noticed Ye Feng’s hesitation, and he also knew that his invitation was one that most people couldn’t refuse. Just then, the door to a bedroom opened, and the patriarch of the clan, who was with Bernard and Xiaoyu, came out of the room and said to Ye Feng, “I’m thirsty. I want some water!” Meanwhile, a look of shock flashed across Zong Ao’s face. “Who is he?!”