Chapter 100: Turning Swords into Plowshares

A radiant and magnificent aura surged, blocking the sound of the Dao from several people’s ears in an instant.

Little Phoenix and Shadow, who had been dazed and tearful, suddenly turned back, startled by their own earlier odd behavior.

“You all come from the Primordial Sect?!”

Feng Shang stepped forward to the bow of the ship, his eyes flashing with a sharp cyan light, dazzling and captivating, sweeping across the large group of followers on the Pure Yang Chart. These people, immersed in the flowing Dao sound, displayed perfect unity, hands clasped together, expressions devout.

“Yes, the Primordial Sect…”

Qing’er murmured softly. This sect’s power to guide the lost was famed throughout the Spirit Qi Universe. No matter how heinous the sinner, upon hearing their Dao sound even once, they would instantly “return from the wrong path,” willingly becoming vassal disciples.

Moreover, this sect’s “roots” ran incredibly deep; it was unexpected to encounter them here.

“Young master, this person is unaffected by the Dao sound but knows we are from the Primordial Sect.”

Old Yuan stared at Feng Shang, already amazed.

The travelers’ cultivation was not high—the strongest was a Rebellion Slayer, the weakest below Realm King—but they could withstand the Dao sound.

Little Baldy was momentarily stunned, seemingly not expecting Jingxuan to fail sometimes. He snorted but quickly regained composure.

“Old Yuan, capture them. These people have demonic obstructions in their hearts. Disrespect toward me is disrespect toward the Primordial Sect.”

Little Baldy, recalling Feng Shang’s shamelessness, was still irritated, unable to calm down quickly.

“Very well, I will try.”

Old Yuan agreed, his gaze passing over Feng Shang and settling on the young man, feeling a strange familiarity but unable to recall why, which puzzled him greatly.

His palm radiated boundless light, a pure brilliance like a dazzling noonday sun. A great palm of light struck toward the golden Dao ship, instantly blasting it aside.

“How dare you strike me!”

Feng Shang coldly snorted, extending his right hand. A brilliant, blazing divine aura enveloped it—a radiant wonder. Meeting the palm strike, a roar echoed through the void; countless rain-like lights vanished where they collided.

From nothingness, energy condensed into a massive hammer, magnified to a thousand miles, smashing down from the heavens, covering the entire Pure Yang Chart. Tens of thousands of followers instantly paled.

“Refined Star Treasure Qi?”

Old Yuan was startled. With his broad experience, he immediately recognized this as a rare defensive Treasure Qi of the Control type.

Could it be that the other party, like the young master, was also sent by a great power to undergo ancient trials? Otherwise, how could they possess such Refined Star Treasure Qi?

There was no time to ponder. The giant hammer descended, fierce winds howling with unmatched might. The Pure Yang Chart’s own scorching beams flickered violently, and several Rebellion Slayers changed color.

“The Pure Yang Chart is about to be torn apart!” someone shouted.

In this perilous moment, Little Baldy reached behind his back for his sword sheath.

This silver sheath housed a black sword blade, dull and unremarkable. Only the sheath itself gleamed with silvery radiance, forged by the Silver King Gold, a material of earth-shattering quality.

“Clang!”

Little Baldy swung the sheath, slicing straight toward the cosmos. Though a sword sheath, its sound was like a great bronze bell, causing the entire Pure Yang Chart to warp and shake. Many disciples panicked, almost fearing they would fall.

A few streaks of dawn light burst forth. The silver sheath pierced the divine aura giant hammer, the light blinding.

Unexpectedly, the energy of nothingness trembled and quickly retreated, unwilling to clash head-on with the sheath.

“What’s going on? The energy of nothingness fears it so much?”

Feng Shang was puzzled. The moment his divine aura touched the sheath, it shrank back with a sharp recoil, radiating an emotion of repulsion and unwillingness.

“Be careful not to enrage this youth. The sheath contains sacred power, and if activated, its might will be unimaginable,” came the warning from Qing Tian E.

“What? Sacred power in the sheath…”

Feng Shang was shocked and about to argue, but suddenly stopped, his expression turning solemn. Thinking of the Primordial Sect’s lineage of saints, it no longer seemed strange that sacred power resided within this sheath.

This sect had never lacked saints.

“Three years ago, when I visited the Primordial Sect, there was no transmitted saint then. Has someone obtained one so quickly?” Feng Shang felt a sudden unease.

He recalled that among the great powers he had visited, the Primordial Sect was a major target; they had not only plundered their sanctuaries but also defiled the Pool of Life.

This act was outrageous. If the other side discovered it, they would undoubtedly hunt him down across the world.

Furthermore, the Primordial Sect now having a saint made them an incomparable threat. However, Feng Shang had another identity; if revealed, it would incite widespread anger and collective attack.

Imagining such a scene made him shudder, but he quickly reassured himself: “What’s there to fear? When the saint tried to trace him, wasn’t the karmic trace severed? At worst, it can happen again.”

“Your skills are remarkable. I admire you,” Old Yuan said, bowing to Feng Shang and silently tugging Little Baldy’s hand, sending a message: “Young master, this youth’s Control-type Refined Star Treasure Qi is extraordinary. His origins are likely complex; it’s unwise to make enemies.”

Little Baldy sneered.

Old Yuan smiled seeing this; the young master was still reasonable. Besides, the other’s remark was but a jest. Such guiding of souls truly did not align with the Primordial Sect’s doctrine.

Their energies from earlier collisions had nearly dissipated.

“Who are you?” Feng Shang asked coldly.

“I am Yuan Luo of the Primordial Sect,” Old Yuan said cheerfully. “This is Young Master Zhi Qian, our sect’s young lord and the sole heir of the previous sect leader.”

“The Primordial Sect’s young lord?”

Qing’er was surprised. “I heard the new sect leader, Dan Ya, recently ascended. She swept through the Eight Desolations and Six Havens of the Star Sea, commanding great respect.”

“Dan Ya is my little wife,” Little Baldy quickly responded upon hearing the praise.

Qing’er was slightly stunned, then gave a faint, knowing smile.

So that was why tens of thousands chanted “Childhood sweethearts, made for each other, heaven-matched pair”—they referred to the Primordial Sect leader and this young lord.

She hadn’t expected the sect’s young lord to be so naturally youthful, even with a shaved head.

Old Yuan revealed their astonishing background. Seeing these people remain calm and even smiling, he was greatly amazed and asked, “May I ask your origins?”

“Nine Star City,” Feng Shang replied.

“Nine Star City…”

Old Yuan was suddenly shocked. Wasn’t that where the ultimate Universal Refined Star Master resided?

Guessing with about eighty percent certainty, he took a deep breath and bowed: “I’ve heard that beneath the Nine Thrones sits a young master destined to inherit the Star Heaven Tower and attain the supreme position of the Universal Cosmos. Could you be His Highness?”

Speaking of Nine Star City’s esteemed status, Old Yuan’s tone became three degrees more respectful.

Even Little Baldy was surprised.

Few ancient Refiners could split the Star Sea and shake the cosmos. The white-haired wandering bard sits idly, speaking of the Nine Thrones.

This poem was widely known; Little Baldy had heard from his mother that the great lord of Nine Star City was a divine Refiner, alive since the ancient cosmic era, unfathomable though never saintly, and must be befriended.

“Sounds like you’re talking about me,” Feng Shang answered lightly. He was indeed the young lord of Nine Star City, though whether he would inherit the old man’s legacy remained uncertain.