Chapter 33: I Bestow Upon You the Dao-Patrolling Sword—Patrol the Dao in Heaven’s Stead!

Being kept as a mistress is undoubtedly a shameful thing. Yet at this moment, the many male cultivators secretly watching in Qingzhou wore expressions of envy.

Because with just one word—“kept”—an entire sect could be spared...

They had believed that the Tongtian Immortal Sect would not survive this calamity.

But never had they imagined it would be quietly resolved in such a manner.

This was unquestionably the most cost-effective way of living off someone else.

Lin Yao stood proudly beside Qin Ming.

She was bold, slightly raising her head and staring straight ahead, revealing her identity.

She was determined to protect Qin Ming.

After all, he was her lucky little disciple; with him around, her forging skills had inexplicably soared.

Take the last time, for example.

The process was clearly chaotic, almost causing an explosion.

Yet in the end, he managed to forge a top-grade true treasure.

Magical treasures were graded into upper, middle, and lower tiers, with a separate category for supreme-grade items.

The supreme grade was singled out because forging such a treasure was extraordinarily difficult.

If Qin Ming had known Lin Yao’s thoughts, he would have looked quite peculiar.

It wasn’t that he brought her good fortune.

Rather, it was because he had used the second-level Repair Heaven Technique to correct two critical errors in that batch of forging materials.

“I’m keeping him. He’s my kept one. My master is the pavilion lord of the Tianbao Pavilion in Central Continent,” Lin Yao declared firmly.

With her hands on her hips, her expression seemed to say, “If you have a problem, take it up with my master.”

The sect leader of the Yin Corpse Sect looked grim.

Lin Yao’s status indeed put him in a difficult position; after all, she was the beloved disciple of the Tianbao Pavilion’s lord.

Although they answered to the Divine Sovereign Dynasty, they dared not offend her lightly.

He pondered, weighing the pros and cons.

Lin Yao walked up to Qin Ming confidently.

She looked him over from every angle, as though appraising a raw jade and a priceless treasure.

There was no lust in her gaze.

She simply admired Qin Ming’s skill in forging and hoped his presence would enhance her own forging level.

“If you’re willing to be kept by me, I can guarantee your safety for life,” Lin Yao said earnestly.

Qin Ming smiled but did not reply, only shaking his head slightly.

The only one who had ever guaranteed his lifelong safety was himself.

This attitude stirred resentment among many of the cultivators watching in secret.

This young man actually dared to refuse?

Wanting to freeload without paying?

Such a delicate, stunning beauty—how could she be so easily rejected?

Several male cultivators watching it all felt an itch to kick Qin Ming away.

If he wouldn’t accept, then they would take his place.

This brief episode soon passed.

At this moment, a ruthless gleam appeared in the Yin Corpse Sect leader’s eyes.

He had finished weighing all the pros and cons.

He ultimately decided to annihilate the entire Tongtian Immortal Sect today.

“Except for that girl from the Tianbao Pavilion, everyone in the Tongtian Immortal Sect is to be killed without mercy. Not a single chicken or dog will be spared. Even the anthills will be flushed with mercury,” he said harshly, striking fear into the hearts of many disciples, elders, and senior elders of the Tongtian Immortal Sect.

The flicker of hope in their eyes quickly died out.

Did the Yin Corpse Sect really look down on the entire Tianbao Pavilion of Central Continent?

Lin Yao’s complexion paled; she stood stunned for a long time.

Her earlier solemn vow was immediately slapped in the face.

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

The cultivators of the Yin Corpse Sect roared as they moved in unison, murderous intent surging like a tidal wave.

Two ninth-level Ku Hai Boundary beasts bellowed and charged forth.

They swept through the battlefield like two moving mountains.

This terrifying scene caused many cultivators’ hearts to sink.

The disciples, elders, and senior elders of the Tongtian Immortal Sect had already prepared for a fight to the death.

Even if they all died today, they would take a chunk out of the Yin Corpse Sect.

“Your trump card is useless now. Just accept your death!” the sect leader of the Yin Corpse Sect said with a playful gleam as he folded his hands behind his back.

He wanted to see despair and frustration on Qin Ming’s face.

But he was sorely disappointed.

Qin Ming’s expression remained calm and indifferent.

“My confidence and backing have never come from others. Today, I’ll show you where my confidence lies!” Qin Ming said, gazing at the endless stretch of dark clouds in the sky.

A rift had torn through the clouds.

Through it shone a long, ribbon-like crimson glow.

Though it was deep into the night, this crimson light stretched endlessly, illuminating the pitch-black sky.

The glowing red ribbon resembled a sword.

Qin Ming knew.

All these days of dedicating his forging to the heavens had finally borne fruit: his Dao Sword was now complete.

This was his true confidence!

With a trusty sword in hand, he could unleash the mighty power of the Nine Heavens God-Slaying Sword Technique.

At this moment, the Nine-Dragon Burial Heaven Cauldron had shrunk and hung at Qin Ming’s waist, ready to consume and refine.

“Master Cauldron, you’ve had your fill of delicacies. This time, we’ll feast on ghosts!” Qin Ming whispered silently.

He clasped his fingers together, gripping the hilt of the crimson blood sword hovering in the sky.

“Boom!”

A thunderous roar erupted.

Blood-red light mingled with flashes of lightning.

A dazzling bolt of lightning struck down from the heavens.

Within the endless lightning, a sharp sword was wrapped.

Countless intricate patterns were etched onto the blade.

These were not forged by any craftsman.

Instead, they were divine runes bestowed by the heavens themselves.

This was a celestial imprint!

“Forging the sword through heaven’s nurture?” Lin Yao’s mouth dropped open wide enough to fit two eggs inside.

Such a method existed only in ancient texts.

She never thought someone would recreate it.

Not only was she shocked, but many elders familiar with Qin Ming in the Tongtian Immortal Sect, including Lin Yuan, stared at him in disbelief.

They realized that the Qin Ming they thought they knew was shattering their perceptions bit by bit.

“Clang!”

Grasping the great sword descending from the sky, Qin Ming’s eyes sparkled.

“Ancient swordsmiths would use their own blood to sharpen a sword when forging it.”

“As for my own blood, it’s unnecessary.”

“Today, I bring you to slay ten thousand enemies, tempering the sword’s will. From now on, let killing end all wars. I shall patrol the Dao on behalf of heaven and name you ‘Patrol Dao Sword’!”

Holding the Patrol Dao Sword, Qin Ming’s inner golden Ku Hai power and the energy of the Heavenly Tribulation Roots erupted simultaneously.

Golden light surged from the sword, brilliantly illuminating the night like the rising sun.

Thunder crackled and roared alongside.

This was one of his Ku Hai Realm phenomena.

A cloud of thunder and lightning formed naturally!

Clutching the Patrol Dao Sword, Qin Ming unleashed the first sword move: Purgatory.

Sword Qi spread in all directions.

The cultivators of the Yin Corpse Sect’s pupils constricted sharply.

A piercing sword intent radiated from him!

In the next moment, the sword Qi struck.

“Ah!”

An entire group of ghost cultivators was sliced apart, instantly turning to pale smoke.

The rest fared no better, screaming as their limbs were severed and scattered on the ground.

Qin Ming strode through the battlefield.

Seeing those still alive, he swiftly dispatched them with a sword stroke.

Then he quickly cleared the field, gathering them into the Nine-Dragon Burial Heaven Cauldron for refining.

Master Cauldron: ...

It had followed countless masters before.

But this was the first time it had feasted on ghosts!

With Qin Ming’s intervention, many powerful disciples and elders of the Tongtian Immortal Sect rushed in.

They could not simply watch their sect be destroyed.

Lin Yuan and a group of senior elders engaged one of the ninth-level Ku Hai beasts.

“Roar!”

The other beast, covered in rotting flesh, opened its bloody maw and roared at Qin Ming.

But quickly, the Patrol Dao Sword shot forth, piercing through its mouth and shattering the back of its skull.

Qin Ming appeared behind the beast, skillfully catching the sword as it emerged.

Then, with a light tap of his toes, he slashed toward the Yin Corpse Sect leader.

He unleashed the second move of the Nine Heavens God-Slaying Sword Technique: Abyssal Dragon!

He resembled a true dragon emerging from the abyss.

When a dragon rises from the abyss, storms must follow.

Seeing Qin Ming charge forward in a killing frenzy, the Yin Corpse Sect leader’s pupils constricted.

His mind echoed with Qin Ming’s earlier words:

“My confidence comes only from myself!”

This young cultivator’s strength was not particularly great—at most, a first-level Ku Hai Realm.

Yet, for some reason, he felt this youth possessed the power to rival him.