Remould the Glory of Sword Art

For ten whole years.

The entire South Border was in such a heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

Without any great battles, why did the Three Great Sects retreat to the "Sealing Mountain"?

It was because the cultivators under the Paperman Sect acted unpredictably and disregarded the rules, with no such thing as a "sect gate" at all.

On several occasions.

The Three Great Sects gathered their forces, ready to attack the strongholds of the "Paperman Sect".

But upon arrival, they found it was all deception.

The so-called sect gates, strongholds, all were fake... The ones who greeted the assaulting force of the Three Great Sects were the well-prepared Daoist from the Paperman Sect and the earth-shattering killing formation that the Daoist Master had set up in advance.

White Ghost sat atop the main hall, with soul tokens floating in front of him.

After coming out of seclusion,

he contacted all the powers he could.

This "declaration of war", he was serious and solemn about it.

For ten whole years, Yin Mountain had been suppressed by the Paperman Sect to the point of suffocation.

To the point where he himself was disheveled.

When had someone of his level ever suffered such humiliation? After the battle at the North Sea, with great difficulty, he forced Xie Xuanyi to death; he had thought Yin Mountain would become the number one sect in the South Border. But if this went on, Yin Mountain might very well be directly overturned by the Paperman Sect!

It was precisely because of the "oppression" of these ten years that he chose to compromise.

The Qing Sun emissary had just left the South Border.

White Ghost was even willing to forsake his dignity in exchange for the support of that person in the Great Chu Imperial City...

That person in the Imperial City was his confidence to wage war!

"So, have you confirmed the 'Paperman Sect's' gate for this war?"

Outside the main hall, a streak of light flashed by.

Numerous murky shadows enveloped the newcomer, who settled on top of the main hall and sat down beside White Ghost, speaking in a deep voice.

It was the "Verdant Face", also one of the Yin Mountain Three Saints.

"Since the Imperial City accepted my congratulatory gift, it should provide a corresponding token of appreciation."

White Ghost spoke ghostly, "Isn't Chen Jingxuan skilled in divination? Whenever that person speaks up, surely the library should exert some effort... As long as Da Chu is willing to make a move, how could a mere Daoist Master amount to anything?"

"The evil cultivators of the South Border have always been worthless mongrels."

Verdant Face said mockingly, "Even when cultivating to our realm, it's still the same. You should be well aware... that the Imperial City, even if they agree to cooperate, would never set foot in that mess."

"It doesn't matter."

White Ghost sneered, "The heads of those two venerable figures from the Paperman Sect have already been sent to the Imperial City. Isn't that Daoist Master the one who holds grudges most? Not only does he have an account to settle with Yin Mountain, but with the Imperial City as well; sooner or later... they will know the trouble this Daoist Master can cause."

"So, was the cause of Daoist Chi Hun's death ever made clear?"

Verdant Face frowned and spoke, "I just went to the auxiliary sect gate and the killer was a Sword Cultivator... Does the Paperman Sect have such a person among them?"

"What do you mean?"

White Ghost said darkly, "Who else other than the Paperman Sect could have killed Chi Hun?"

As soon as those words were said.

The array's light trembled.

Not far away, a violent sound seemed to explode.

Soon, a streak of light shattered Yin Mountain's main sect and burned in the sky.

The Artifact Control streak of light landed on top of the main hall, and the newcomer was the gaunt man who had brought news of Jin Yuan's death days before.

White Ghost's twelfth disciple, Ye Zhong.

Ye Zhong dispersed the protective light and, covered in blood, knelt on one knee on the ground.

"Master, I was ambushed..."

He coughed out blood and spoke hoarsely, "The Daoist from the Paperman Sect, they were lying in wait just outside the main sect, and upon seeing me, they self-destructed. And that person wanted to send a message through me..."

White Ghost was both shocked and angry, standing up.

He lost patience, reached out his palm immediately, and pressed it against Ye Zhong's forehead.

The murky waters of the Heart Lake churned.

The scene before the self-destruction played before his eyes.

Among the flames, the Daoist from the Paperman Sect shouted loudly.

"I bring a message for the Daoist Master—"

Following a hoarse yell,

the Daoist's voice from the Paperman Sect became extremely calm, his entire demeanor subdued as if his divine soul had been taken control of.

The air carried only a few understated words.

"Indeed, I did it."

These few words shook White Ghost to his core, for they had dealt with each other for ten years without ever meeting face to face, but the Paperman Sect often used this method to convey the Daoist Master's messages.

This voice, he was too familiar with it.

It was the Daoist Master!

Only the Daoist Master!

After just this phrase,

the Daoist from the Paperman Sect tore open his shirt, and his body burst into flames, turning into a rocket of firework that disappeared in a flash, exploding into nothingness!

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(PS: Let me explain why I'm only publishing this chapter at this time. One reason is that the story reached a turning point; I did not want to have chapters stored up. So what I wrote last night went straight to publication, hence the three chapters from last night. However, the plot today required a lot of time to process, so I said it might only be published at six o'clock, but in reality, I underestimated the complexity of the following plot. And in order to make it "substantial", I could only extend the length of the chapter, so here is this current chapter. After the serialization, the updates indeed haven't always been punctual, but you can look at the directory; daily updates have always been no less than six thousand words, often ten thousand, and I am truthful about this. Actually, according to the normal progress, this chapter should only be halfway finished, but I saw many people urging and even cursing in the backend, so I had to rush it out. I'm an author who doesn't write well with chapters in reserve, so I hope everyone can be more understanding. If you are really in a hurry, then consider the update time to be "twelve o'clock at night".)