Yun Jin hadn't expected this. She had guessed that Qin Ping might lend them a subtle helping hand behind the scenes, but for him to step forward so openly and confront Yuehua Sect directly—this, Yun Jin had never imagined.
The Tian Po Sword, on the other hand, was thoroughly pleased. "A thousand years sealed away, and there's still someone like him in the mortal world. Perhaps this realm still has hope. Young Master, don't you have more spots left? Why not save one for that Feng Linglong? Her talent in swordsmanship isn't bad, though she clearly lacks proper training. If we bring her into Wushuang Sect and teach her our secret techniques, her future would be limitless."
Clearly, the Tian Po Sword was eager to expand Wushuang Sect as soon as possible.
Yun Jin gave a small nod.
She had already been considering giving Feng Linglong a spot. It was just that she hadn't known her well enough before and wanted to observe her a bit more.
But now, after seeing Qin Ping's actions, Yun Jin felt much more at ease.
If her teacher was like this, the disciple couldn't be too far off.
"Qin Ping, if you're so eager to die, then I'll be happy to oblige," Mu Lan said coldly, no longer interested in wasting words.
At this point, the value of the Sword Tomb was already secondary.
Yuehua Sect had shown up in full force to breach the sword domain, and in the end, they had failed.
Not only that, they had publicly declared that the Sword Tomb had been offered to them by the Yu family. If it was taken away in front of everyone...
Then their reputation—Yuehua Sect's very dignity—would be crushed into the dirt.
At their level of cultivation, face was everything.
Even if they had to pay a price today, they would ensure the Sword Tomb remained theirs.
"Xue Han, let's strike together!" Mu Lan barked as he summoned a long sword into his hand.
Xue Han responded with calm indifference.
The two raised their swords in unison, their auras subtly intertwined.
It seemed they had trained in a coordinated sword technique together. Clearly, Yuehua Sect had come well-prepared.
Qin Ping's expression grew slightly tense.
His life-bound scroll would likely be half destroyed by the end of this battle. But if this could form a karmic bond of goodwill, it was worth it. Ever since Yun Jin obtained the Sword Tomb, the guidance of fate had grown increasingly clear. Qin Ping's intuition had only become stronger. He was certain this woman was the one who could change the future of cultivators across the Imperial realm.
Protecting her was protecting them all.
Just as both sides were about to clash—
Suddenly.
A massive vortex tunnel opened up beside Yun Jin.
"It's the teleportation channel from the key!" Tian Po Sword perked up with excitement."Young Master, someone's coming."
Oh?
Yun Jin turned to look, curious.
Which of the Four Holy Lands was arriving this time?
"A teleportation channel?" Mu Lan's expression shifted. "Why would one suddenly appear? What did you do?"
He couldn't help but look at Yun Jin, suspicion and unease in his eyes. He had originally dismissed this little Golden Core stage girl as beneath his notice. But a spatial passageway like this—how could an ordinary person create such a thing?
Even a super sect like Yuehua Sect couldn't pull this off.
Did this girl have someone powerful backing her?
Tian Po Sword saw the wary glint in Mu Lan's eyes and let out a couple of raucous laughs. Then he shouted loudly, "Now you know fear? Too late. Do you even realize how noble my Young Master's identity truly is? You go on and on about the Four Holy Lands, but when their sect masters see my Young Master, even they must treat her with utmost respect"
The scene fell into stunned silence.
[Emotional Value +9999]
Ding, ding, ding, ding. Yun Jin raked in a mountain of Emotional Value.
She was completely bewildered.
Huh?
What was going on?
She hadn't even begun revealing her power, and Tian Po Sword was already starting?
Luckily, now that Tian Po Sword was bound to her, any Emotional Value it harvested was credited to her account.
Still—
This wasn't the personality Tian Po Sword had shown back in the sword space!
Yun Jin couldn't help but start doubting herself.
It used to be such a calm and collected treasure sword.
Now that it had followed her, it turned into this... clown?
Was it her fault?
No, no, absolutely not.
She really should've noticed back when Tian Po Sword secretly told her to stall for time.
This sword was definitely not normal!
Tian Po Sword continued laughing maniacally. Everyone stood frozen in disbelief.
Just listen to that!
How ridiculously arrogant!
Even the sect masters of the Four Holy Lands had to treat Yun Jin politely?
Was there really someone in this world who surpassed the Four Holy Lands?
Sometimes, that's how things go.
If you tell a small lie, people immediately doubt you.
But if you suddenly tell a massive one, everyone just stares in stunned confusion.
"Utter nonsense," Mu Lan snapped back after collecting himself. "The Four Holy Lands are sacred. You dare to spout such reckless lies?"
"Heh," Tian Po Sword sneered, utterly dismissive. "Sacred? That was in the past. Now that I've found Young Master, this world's future belongs to us, the Wushuang—"
Yun Jin immediately cut him off, forcefully withdrawing the sword.
Tian Po Sword vanished, transforming into a mark on Yun Jin's forehead that flashed once and disappeared.
In her mind, Tian Po Sword was still yelling. "Young Master! I haven't finished speaking! This is the first time in a thousand years that Wushuang Sect has declared itself to the world! I must make our name echo across the heavens! Let me out!"
Yun Jin pretended not to hear.
Yes, she needed Emotional Value.
But—
If Tian Po Sword kept running its mouth like this, she might actually get killed right here.
Everyone on the field turned their eyes to Yun Jin.
She coughed lightly. "Don't mind that. My sword was sealed for a thousand years. It's a little... unstable."
Mu Lan had reached the end of his patience. "I don't know what trick you're playing, but—"
"Elder Mu," Qin Ping suddenly interrupted. "It looks like someone really is coming out of the spatial passage."
Someone's actually coming?
Mu Lan's expression darkened, and he looked over solemnly.
Then—
A group of six figures emerged from the tunnel.
All six were dressed in white robes marked with sword patterns.
Mu Lan's heart gave a jolt.
The Kunlun Sword Sect. These were disciples of Kunlun Sword Sect.
Their disciple robes also doubled as high-grade defensive artifacts—impossible to counterfeit, and no one dared to even try.
Even though all six were only at Divine Transformation stage, both Mu Lan and Xue Han—cultivators at Mahayana stage—suddenly felt tense.
You never messed with disciples of a Holy Land.
That was an unshakable rule, no matter what cultivation level they were.
Jin Yu descended with the other five, all of them scanning the surroundings with caution.
Then Jin Yu's gaze landed squarely on Yun Jin.
The keys resonated with each other, and he could sense that the master key was in her possession. He held out his own key, and the one Yun Jin carried was drawn out by its pull.
"So she was the holder of the master key."
Jin Yu remembered Ji Wusi's instructions and cupped his hands politely.
"I am Jin Yu. By order of the Sect Master, I've come to assist."
The entire field fell into silence.
Mu Lan's pupils shrank sharply.
W-what?
The Kunlun Sword Sect disciples had come specifically to help Yun Jin?
Then... could everything that enormous sword had said actually be true?
Just what kind of figure was this Yun Jin?