Chaotic Sword God Chapter 3977: Within the Sect

After departing from the uppermost level of the Primeval Divine Hall, Jian Chen took a detour to the Sword Sect of Violet Heavens. The moment he stepped into this serene, paradise-like realm, he felt his tension immediately melt away.

The Sword Sect of Violet Heavens had flourished into something even more majestic than before. Exotic birds soared through the heavens while spiritual beasts roamed the rugged mountain ranges. The ambient cries of these creatures echoed across the landscape, infusing the entire realm with a palpable sense of vitality.

Spiritual Qi permeated every corner of the Sword Sect of Violet Heavens in abundance. While it might not rival the vastness of the Skyscraping World, it remained more than sufficient to sustain the cultivation needs of every sect disciple.

It had been an age since Jian Chen had wandered freely through the Sword Sect of Violet Heavens. This time, he strolled about with the relaxed mindset of an ordinary traveler. Eschewing his soul senses, he relied solely on his vision to appreciate the mountains and rivers he traversed.

Passing by various cultivation dwellings, he observed disciples of differing abilities seated in seclusion, fully absorbed in their pursuit of strength.

He also witnessed clusters of disciples gathered in small groups, either engaging in spirited sparring or deep, animated discussions regarding their recent insights.

Throughout this patrol, Jian Chen felt the overflowing vigor of the Sword Sect of Violet Heavens. It was akin to a rising sun, steadily gaining power and radiance with every passing moment.

Although the Sword Sect of Violet Heavens currently existed within a cordoned-off space, isolated from the outside realm, Jian Chen failed to detect a single trace of resentment or negativity among the disciples.

Indeed, none of them seemed bothered by their enclosed environment. Each one cultivated with fanatical devotion, greedily drinking in the spiritual Qi as if completely enamored by their current existence.

Many of these practitioners still vividly recalled the darker days of the sect, when the spiritual Qi was barren and resources were nearly non-existent. In such trying times, even the most basic cultivation was an elusive luxury.

Now that they were provided with limitless resources—often granted an abundance of heavenly treasures and pills—it was a period many disciples had once thought impossible to reach.

Without exception, the members of the Sword Sect of Violet Heavens were profoundly content with the current state of their sect.

Traversing past peaks thick with spiritual mist, Jian Chen arrived at the central main peak shortly thereafter.

Since the main peak was restricted from general access, the area remained deathly quiet. Only the Divine Hall of Violet Heavens, standing as a testament to the sect’s enduring glory, remained in silent vigil.

Though this had formerly served as the residence for the sect master, and Jian Chen rarely graced it with his presence, its divine stature within the sect remained unquestioned.

Two Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortals sat in meditative postures by the threshold, their expressions grave and disciplined.

Jian Chen recognized them immediately; they were once core disciples of considerable standing before being entrusted with guarding this hallowed entrance.

“You possess such a prime environment for cultivation, yet you remain here guarding an empty hall. Why squander your potential? You need not keep watch here. Go, continue your cultivation,” Jian Chen said, revealing his presence.

“S-sect master!” The two Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortals turned pale with shock at his sudden appearance. They scrambled to their feet, bowing low in reverence.

In their minds, ever since the rebirth of the Sword Sect of Violet Heavens through trial by fire, the sect master had become a mythical, elusive figure. Sightings of him were exceedingly rare.

Seeing Jian Chen again after all these years left them overcome with emotion; their faces beamed with an indescribable, heartfelt joy.

By this stage, Jian Chen had become something of a deity in the eyes of his followers, a stark contrast to his status back on the Reverent Observance Heaven.

“Sect master, the Divine Hall of Violet Heavens is the most sacred site in our sect. How could such a vital location be left unattended? Our role is not merely guarding a hall, but protecting the honor and dignity of our Sword Sect of Violet Heavens!”

“To guard this hall is our greatest privilege. Please, do not deny us this opportunity. We will never falter in our duty,” the two Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortals pleaded with utmost sincerity.

Faced with their earnest gazes, Jian Chen found he could not bring himself to refuse them. He nodded, signaling that they could maintain their watch.

He chose not to enter the Divine Hall of Violet Heavens. As he prepared to depart from the main peak, a curious, intoxicating scent of medicine drifted toward him. Turning his attention toward the origin of the smell, Jian Chen vanished in an instant.

Reappearing elsewhere, he found several figures gathered around a massive cauldron, from which a heavy, medicinal aroma billowed forth.

The group included Dan Chenzi of the Hall of Alchemy, Lin Sen of the Divine Wood clan, and several Immortal Emperors Jian Chen had previously rescued from the Immortal Sect of Colossal Elephants.

The nine Immortal Emperors chatted idly around the vessel, their rapport surprisingly amicable.

“The Spirit Transformation pills are reaching completion. Dan Chenzi, have you mastered the method yet?”

“Dan Chenzi, remember we are seven witnesses to this wager. By the rules, you owe us each three mid-grade God Tier pills, and you must hand over a mid-grade God Tier pill formula to Lin Sen…”

“Hahaha, your Hall of Alchemy is the wealthiest in the sect. Dan Chenzi, I expect this loss will sting your pockets…”

“Let me consider my winnings. Dan Chenzi, I suggest you prepare three mid-grade God Tier pills for recovering cultivation. The divine formation demands quite a toll; we must be fully prepared so we don’t become a liability when it truly matters…”

The seven Immortal Emperors rescued from the Immortal Sect of Colossal Elephants chuckled. The one overseeing the refining was not Dan Chenzi, but Lin Sen of the Divine Wood clan.

Before the massive cauldron, Dan Chenzi stood with a stern countenance, his eyes locked on the flames dancing beneath the vessel. Slowly, his expression softened into a mixture of regret and resignation.

The pills inside appeared ready. Lin Sen performed a complex hand seal and pressed it against the cauldron. With a dull boom, flames flared, the lid flew skyward, and nine glowing pills surged out, caught deftly by Lin Sen.

Exhaustion flickered across Lin Sen’s face as he inspected the nine pills. Carefully placing them into a jade bottle, he glanced at Dan Chenzi with a subtle smirk. “So, have you managed to grasp the refining process for these Spirit Transformation pills?”

A flicker of realization passed through Dan Chenzi’s eyes, followed by a heavy sigh. “You win. It seems outsiders truly cannot replicate the Spirit Transformation pills. There are specific conditions required that the Hall of Alchemy simply cannot meet.”

“Hahaha, Dan Chenzi, you’d be dreaming to think you could replace my importance to the senior daemon flower. Even within the Divine Wood clan, I am the only one capable of refining Spirit Transformation pills of this caliber,” Lin Sen boasted with a hearty laugh.

“A loss is a loss. Dan Chenzi, pay up our winnings…”

“Haha, playing guarantor for this bet was a stroke of genius. I’ve netted three mid-grade God Tier pills so effortlessly…”

The Immortal Emperors pressured him playfully, their spirits held high.