Dragon-Marked War God

Linhe Boundary, Profound Wind Sect!

On the summit of the mountains, a middle-aged man in green stood proudly on a lone peak. His heart was full of countless worries and his thoughts kept turning as he gazed into the depths of the void, lost in thought.

At this moment, Xuan Qingming’s face was grave and extremely stern. The Profound Wind Sect was now swaying in the storm. Several sects around it had been heavily struck one after another, their orthodox lineages almost entirely destroyed, every trace of their existence wiped out. No one knew when that wind of calamity would blow to his side, and the Profound Wind Sect would probably not escape disaster either.

More and more sects were under threat of death, and no one knew when they would have any hope of seeing the light of day again. Now everyone in the entire Linhe Boundary felt themselves in danger. They had no idea when catastrophe would fall on them. Many people had already begun seeking a way to survive, because no one knew when this wind of calamity would blow past them, and all it would take with it was more and more lives.

The Profound Wind Sect was now at the very center of the wind of calamity. Even within the sect, more and more people were panicking, and some were already preparing to leave the sect. The Profound Wind Sect was the most perilous place in the entire Linhe Boundary, so much so that more and more people wanted to get out, to avoid the catastrophe.

Xuan Qingming gazed at the Profound Wind Sect’s several thousand miles of magnificent mountains and rivers and could not help sighing. With his strength, how could he contend with this wind of calamity blowing in from who knew where? Even sects stronger than theirs had vanished without leaving the slightest trace. If this went on, things would only grow harder and harder for him. The sect could be annihilated at any moment. The entire sect being destroyed in a single day was not impossible.

A cold light gleamed in Xuan Qingming’s eyes. The Profound Wind Sect could be considered one of the top sects in the entire Linhe Boundary, and he had reached the Peak Divine King Realm. With such fighting power, one could say he had hardly any rivals in the whole Linhe Boundary. But even the Reverend of the Nine Boundaries was asking no questions and doing nothing, which made Xuan Qingming sigh all the more. Perhaps this force was something that shocked even the Reverend of the Nine Boundaries.

“Brother Xuan, you’ve been here for three days. I can see you’re heavily burdened. Who knows when this crisis will pass? I don’t know why some mysterious experts would want to wipe out the Linhe Boundary so ruthlessly.”

A deep voice sounded in Xuan Qingming’s ear. It was Jiang Zhenhai. Jiang Zhenhai’s face was grave. He too knew how difficult the situation was. The Profound Wind Sect was in deep water and scorching fire, with no idea who would be next in the Linhe Boundary to suffer, or what methods they would use.

“Our Profound Wind Sect… I don’t know if we can make it through this time. The Linhe Boundary is in peril.”

Xuan Qingming could not help lamenting, unable to hold back the bitterness at the corner of his mouth. As the master of a sect, the survival of the Profound Wind Sect was what worried him most. When Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a man… Deep in Xuan Qingming’s eyes was an intense heat. Even if he were cut to pieces by a thousand blades, what was there to fear?

“All we can hope now is that this wind of calamity passes us by. These mysterious people act with great secrecy, but not every sect has been struck. Don’t worry, Sect Master Xuan. The Profound Wind Sect is now my, Jiang Zhenhai’s, home as well. I will defend it to the death. Our Profound Wind Sect is not something anyone can bully. Hahahaha.”

Jiang Zhenhai said with a hearty laugh. His righteous spirit made Xuan Qingming think very highly of him. He was just like his son Jiang Chen; both were open-hearted people, absolutely not the kind who curried favor with the powerful. Even facing such a dire situation, Jiang Zhenhai could smile calmly, which truly earned admiration. But in the end, one who does not hold the position does not bear its burdens. If he were in Xuan Qingming’s position, perhaps it would not be so simple.

But now Jiang Zhenhai was far stronger than Xuan Qingming. He had already reached the Hierarch Realm. Jiang Chen’s Heaven Seizing Fortune Pill was truly formidable. Xuan Qingming could not help sighing at this. With such a fine son, he himself truly fell far short.

Jiang Zhenhai’s strength now made him the most powerful existence in the whole Profound Wind Sect. He had effectively become the Supreme Elder. But Jiang Zhenhai never put on any airs. Roaming the mountains and rivers with the woman he loved, cultivating at his leisure, he had nonetheless reached the Hierarch Realm. Xuan Qingming knew that this was something he simply could not compare with.

Xuan Qingming murmured inwardly. If Jiang Chen were here, the situation would probably not be as bad as it was now. Amid the panic, everyone’s heart was filled with dread.

“Even if my bones are ground to powder and my body shattered, I have no fear; I only wish to leave my innocence in this world!”

Xuan Qingming said solemnly. He would never lower his head. If this war really fell upon the Profound Wind Sect, he would surely resist to the death.

Some deaths are lighter than a goose feather, some heavier than Mount Tai. He did not seek to leave his name in history; he only sought a clear conscience.

The wind fills the tower before the mountain rain arrives. The burden on Xuan Qingming’s shoulders was growing heavier and heavier.

“Reporting to the Sect Master, Senior Brother Yang Jian has returned!”

One of Xuan Qingming’s personal disciples said with a smile.

“Let’s go. We’ll talk in the main hall.”

Xuan Qingming’s face lit up with joy, and he nodded slightly.

“No need, Master. I’m already here.”

A blue figure arrived like the wind and lightning, turning into a streak of light with a whooshing of wind.

The blue-robed man had a peerless bearing, refined and courteous, with a bright light flashing in his eyes and a domineering air spilling out of him. Yang Jian’s strength had now reached the Half-step Hierarch Realm. He was not the least bit inferior even to Xuan Qingming.

“Good disciple, haha, good disciple!”

Xuan Qingming said with great relief. Yang Jian had now surpassed his teacher; he was even stronger than Xuan Qingming. This made Xuan Qingming extremely gratified. This was the greatest joy of all, something worth celebrating by the entire Profound Wind Sect.

“The young are to be held in awe.”

Jiang Zhenhai nodded. Seeing Yang Jian, his eyes softened a good deal. He even missed his own son Jiang Chen a little. He wondered where he was, whether he knew to take care of himself, and his heart was full of worry. When a son travels a thousand miles, his mother worries; Jiang Zhenhai was both father and mother.

“Elder Jiang.”

Yang Jian nodded slightly and bowed.

“Truly, the waves behind the Yangtze push on those ahead; each wave is stronger than the last. Haha. My heart is gratified, truly gratified.”

Xuan Qingming let out a long breath. Even though disaster was imminent, with his disciple Yang Jian returned, his heart was still filled with relief. Now Yang Jian’s strength had surpassed his own, and he had come out of the Profound Wind Sect. This was Xuan Qingming’s lifelong pride and glory.

“It was Master’s good teaching. Yang Jian will never forget it. Hearing that the Linhe Boundary was swaying in the storm, I feared the Profound Wind Sect was in trouble. Yang Jian dared not delay and traveled day and night to return, only to protect the Profound Wind Sect. I would not refuse ten thousand deaths.”

Yang Jian knelt on one knee. Even though his strength was higher than Xuan Qingming’s, he still honored his master’s kindness and knelt heavily on the ground.