Chapter 30: The Blood Oath of the Soul

Many were still asleep when a loud shout echoed through the night, jolting them awake. Drawn by curiosity, a crowd began making their way toward the Great Sealing Sect’s residence, eager to witness the commotion.

An elder stood at the center of the plaza with his hands clasped behind his back. It was none other than the one responsible for the uproar. Beside him were seven young men, one of whom was Yin Shitian—the same person who had tried to seize the Zombie King deep within the mountain cave, only to be beaten senseless by Tian Fan. 

Tian Fan had not only defeated him but had also taken the Yin-Yang Sword from him. 

As for Yin Shitian’s three other companions, they were still bedridden, recovering from their injuries.

“Yin-Yang Sect Master, please calm down. Why cause such a stir? Come inside and rest in the inner hall—it’s not appropriate to stay out here.”  

At that moment, Liu Duanqing stepped forward, smiling warmly in an attempt to diffuse the tension.

“Liu, stay out of this! A disciple of the Great Sealing Sect injured my son during his training outside and even used underhanded tricks to steal the Yin-Yang Sword. Do you think I can let this slide?!”  

The Yin-Yang Sect Master’s eyes were wide with fury, and his body radiated intense killing intent, making it clear that he was here to cause trouble.

“What? The Yin-Yang Sword was taken?!”  

Liu Duanqing gasped in disbelief. The Yin-Yang Sword was a sacred treasure of the Yin-Yang Sect—its loss was a matter of grave importance.

“Hmph! I entrusted the Yin-Yang Sword to my son for protection, only for it to be stolen by one of your disciples through deceit. If we don’t kill the one who harmed my son, the Yin-Yang Sect will never rest!”  

The sect master stood calmly in the plaza, indifferent to the crowd gathering to watch the scene unfold.

Suddenly, a sharp voice broke the stillness.  

“Old Yin-Yang geezer, what’s all this shouting about so early in the morning? Just because you’re awake doesn’t mean the rest of us aren’t trying to sleep!”  

The crowd gasped in shock. Who would dare speak to the Yin-Yang Sect Master this way? All eyes turned toward the source of the voice.  

Sun Shennan approached, yawning as if he hadn’t slept enough. Following closely behind him were Sun Yueying, Zi Ying, Tian Fan, and Li Yunyang.

“Father! It’s them! They ambushed me and stole the Yin-Yang Sword you gave me! You must avenge me—kill them all!”  

Yin Shitian glared at Tian Fan with hatred. The last time they had fought, Tian Fan had beaten him half to death. It had taken half a month of treatment with spiritual medicines for him to recover enough to leave his bed.

“You there! You dared ambush my son? Kneel down and hand over the sword, and I’ll give you a quick death. Otherwise… hmph!”  

The Yin-Yang Sect Master’s gaze was cold as he locked eyes with Tian Fan, already seeing him as a dead man.  

“Old Yin-Yang fool, could you be any more shameless?”  

Tian Fan rolled his eyes, unfazed by the threat.

A murmur spread through the crowd as onlookers whispered to each other.  

“Who is this kid? How dare he call the Yin-Yang Sect Master an old fool?”  

“Wow, this guy has guts!”  

“He’s doomed! No way he gets away with this.”  

“Look, the sect master is furious! Better stay back!”  

Those closest to the Yin-Yang Sect Master noticed the fury on his face and quickly warned their companions to step away before they got caught in the crossfire.  

“What did you just call me?!”  

The sect master’s face flushed with rage. A terrifying pressure surged forward, making Tian Fan feel as if a mountain had been placed on his shoulders. He staggered under the weight, but the Divine Celestial Heart Sutra within him suddenly accelerated, and the oppressive force lightened significantly.

The sect master was visibly surprised. He was a powerful cultivator at the Primordial Unity realm, yet a mere Condensed Spirit stage disciple had managed to withstand his pressure without collapsing!

“Hmph!”  

Just then, Sun Shennan let out a cold snort, dispersing the sect master’s aura with ease. He stared indifferently at the elder and said,  

“Yin Wuyue, you call yourself a Primordial Unity realm master, yet you’re here bullying juniors. Are you proud of yourself?”  

The crowd was speechless. First, Tian Fan had called the sect master an “old fool,” and now Sun Shennan had doubled down, calling him by name and showing no respect.  

“Sun Shennan, hand over the one behind you, or don’t blame me for what happens next!”  

The sect master’s fury intensified, his entire body glowing with a red aura. His killing intent filled the air like a storm on the horizon.

“‘Don’t blame you,’ huh? Yin Wuyue, your son tried to kill my granddaughter, and I haven’t even come for revenge yet. Now you dare to show up here accusing us? Your son’s misdeeds are well-known—if he was killed, he deserved it!”  

Sun Shennan’s voice was cold, and his words cut deep. 

Yin Shitian’s face twisted with rage and humiliation as he shouted,  

“Lies! That scoundrel coveted the blood pill within the Zombie King! He ambushed me in the middle of my fight and stole my sword. It’s all their fault!”  

“Hmph. Is that so? Then do you dare take a Blood Oath of the Soul and let the heavens judge who’s telling the truth?”  

Sun Shennan sneered. He knew his granddaughter would never lie. The Blood Oath of the Soul was a sacred oath used throughout the Divine Martial Continent. It required a drop of soul blood as a pledge, and the heavens would judge the truth of the oath. If the oath were false, a heavenly tribulation would descend upon the liar.  

Yin Shitian’s face paled. He stammered,  

“Why should I? I’m telling the truth! There’s no need for any oath!”  

“Hah, you’re just scared!”  

Sun Shennan sneered, then turned to Tian Fan.  

“Tian Fan, you do it.”  

“Alright!”  

Without hesitation, Tian Fan stepped forward and forced a drop of golden soul blood from his fingertip. He formed a seal with both hands, and the golden drop shimmered before vanishing into the sky. Tian Fan raised his hand toward the heavens and declared,  

“I, Tian Fan, swear on my soul. That day, Yin Shitian sought to enslave the Zombie King, disregarding the lives of the villagers. He attacked us, but we defeated him. If there is any falsehood in my words, may the heavens strike me down and scatter my soul!”  

The crowd held their breath, watching the sky in silence. Time passed, and the sky remained clear and cloudless, revealing the truth.

“How despicable! Treating innocent lives like dirt!”  

“Right? And to think he had the audacity to accuse others!”  

“Shh! Keep your voice down, or we’ll get in trouble!”  

Yin Shitian’s face turned an ugly shade of purple and red, his panic evident.  

“This is nonsense! The heavens don’t exist! I told the truth! Father, kill that scoundrel and take back our sword!”  

Even Zi Ying frowned, pouting in annoyance at Yin Shitian’s shamelessness.

“Enough, Sun Shennan! Hand over the Yin-Yang Sword and kill that brat, or the Yin-Yang Sect will crush the Great Sealing Sect!”  

The sect master’s voice was cold and ruthless, his body glowing with murderous intent.

“Hmph. Yin Wuyue, you’re dreaming if you think I’ll hand over the sword or the boy. If you want a fight, bring it on! The Great Sealing Sect is ready!”  

Sun Shennan sneered, his body radiating a purple aura like an immortal king descending to earth.  

The crowd quickly backed away. 

Both men were powerful Immortal Ascension realm cultivators, and with the Divine Martial Continent’s immortals rarely interfering, a battle between them could shake the world itself. 

“Four Sect Martial Competition is about to begin. This is not the place for your fight. You two, please cease and meet at the ‘Imperial Dao Pavilion.'”

Just as a world-shaking battle was about to erupt, an aged voice echoed through the scene, instantly suppressing the violent True Qi of both individuals.

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