I Have A Disciple Simulator Chapter 1291 - 796: Possessed by the Ancient Sword Saint

"Hahahaha! The corpse of the Ancient Human King is about to be mine. I will refine an unprecedentedly powerful puppet, second only to the Human Race Emperor!"

With the final Great Formation of the Cang King Tomb shattered by Corpse Control Old Ghost, he could now glimpse the coffins containing the Cang King and the Merak Swordswoman, his gaze alight with fervent desire.

As one of the nine Human Kings serving the Black Emperor, the Cang King held great status, and the Merak Swordswoman came from the Ancient Xuan Nu Palace as a formidable sword cultivator. These two bodies had remained undecayed across endless years. If transformed into puppets and empowered by forbidden methods, their destructive force would be inconceivable.

Every Saint from the East Sea Academy wore a ghastly expression.

The Cang King Tomb, defended by their lineage for countless generations, now lay in ruins. Worse, the remains of its guardians might soon be claimed by the Evil Extreme Sect, filling them with deep shame toward their forebears.

All at once, Corpse Control Old Ghost sensed an odd energy and turned his savage stare toward its origin—a follower of Lu Changsheng.

The fearsome Netherworld Power ripped across myriad voids, flooding straight into Xu Jing’s frame.

"Aaaaah!!!"

Enduring the takeover by an ancient powerhouse’s lingering spirit, Xu Jing felt his body pushed to the brink under the crushing weight, shaking uncontrollably.

"This aura..." Yun Qianyue detected the energy enveloping Xu Jing, her slender form quivering as bewilderment crossed her features.

She recognized this ancient powerhouse’s presence all too well.

Memories from long ago flashed before her eyes with stark clarity.

"Is it possible...?"

Spotting the irregularity in his disciple, Lu Changsheng swiftly deduced which ancient expert’s remnant soul the Spirit Communication Pill had drawn forth.

"Spirit Communication Pill! To think you hold such a strange pill!"

Corpse Control Old Ghost’s complexion drained to a deadly pallor in an instant.

Renowned as a profoundly uncommon and eerie pill, the Spirit Communication Pill’s outcome varied with the remnant soul it invoked from antiquity. At times, it might call upon ancient Immortal Emperors or those at the Divine King Realm, while on other occasions, it summoned mighty ancient overlords.

The Netherworld energy pouring into Xu Jing exuded an overwhelming intensity, surpassing anything from the Divine King Realm. This was the essence of a supreme ancient overlord.

Though merely a fragment of soul from the Netherworld, it instilled in Corpse Control Old Ghost a profound sense of inadequacy, like standing at the foot of an insurmountable peak.

Hum hum hum.

Every longsword in the vicinity began to vibrate gently, as though myriad blades were offering homage.

All the blades pointed reverently toward Xu Jing.

In that instant, Xu Jing embodied an unmatched Sword Saint, surrounded by coiling Sword Qi dragons laced with dark Netherworld essence, ruling over all creation.

"Destroy him now!"

Perceiving imminent danger, Corpse Control Old Ghost urgently directed the Heavenly Martial Venerable to deliver its most devastating strike.

This blow drained the last vestiges of the Heavenly Martial Venerable’s soul energy, charging forward wildly and unyieldingly, fracturing space and crumbling the grand hall.

Failure to eradicate Xu Jing without delay would spell disaster beyond measure.

Laden with the Heavenly Martial Venerable’s lifelong insights into the Great Path, this punch could devastate the world. Even a typical overlord struck by it would perish utterly.

Confronting the cataclysmic assault head-on without evasion, Xu Jing gripped his sword in his right hand and declared clearly, "Sword, Pierce, Mountains, Rivers!"

Sword Qi erupted around Xu Jing as the Sword Domain materialized, reshaping countless mountains and rivers into surging Sword Qi!

One slash unleashed, and all swords yielded in submission, gleaming radiantly and brilliantly, eclipsing the sun and moon!

"It’s no surprise he stood as the figure nearest to the Human Race Emperor..."

Lu Changsheng had already identified the ancient remnant soul aiding Xu Jing—Gu Lingxu, the Heavenly Ancestor Sect Leader and revered Ancient Sword Saint.

Even in remnant form, Xu Jing harnessed Gu Lingxu’s might to execute the Heavenly Sect’s supreme sword arts, painting the heavens in strokes of glory.

This expansive, awe-inspiring Sword Qi cleaved through peaks and streams, spanning the skies and lands.

The overbearing fist from the Heavenly Martial Venerable proved futile before the apocalyptic Ancient Sword Qi.

Bit by bit, the fist’s momentum crumbled, and the peerless edge sliced into the Heavenly Martial Venerable’s sturdy flesh. Its unbreakable form was unexpectedly marred by the Sword Qi.

"No!"

In the midst of Corpse Control Old Ghost’s horrified cry, his mightiest puppet fragmented into oblivion.

The lingering force of the Sword Qi showed no abatement, cleaving Corpse Control Old Ghost’s form asunder, his vitality fading rapidly.

"Pft!"

Corpse Control Old Ghost pierced his tongue’s tip, expelling a gush of vital blood to activate a hidden art. A shadowy soul burst from his corpse, darting into a nearby puppet just before the Sword Qi could annihilate it.

The puppet’s empty sockets flared with keen light, bolting toward the Cang King Tomb’s outlet.

The remains of the Cang King and Merak Swordswoman no longer mattered; survival came first.

"Hmph, think you can flee?"

Lu Changsheng had mysteriously appeared in his path, activating the Mysterious Level Treasure Mirror Flower Bell in his grasp, which chimed loudly and unleashed undulating Spirit Attacks that the wounded Corpse Control Old Ghost could not withstand. His soul dispersed in a flash!

Freed from Corpse Control Old Ghost’s command, Sun True Monarch succumbed to Yan Ruxue’s overwhelming Sword Qi onslaught.

Relief washed over Sun True Monarch’s face, as if released from bondage.

For a powerhouse like him, serving as a mere corpse puppet under Corpse Control Old Ghost was an ultimate disgrace.

"Corpse Control Old Ghost is dead!"

"How is this possible!"

The remaining Demon Chiefs of the Evil Extreme Sect stared in complete disbelief.

With an arsenal of formidable puppets, Corpse Control Old Ghost’s team of the Heavenly Martial Venerable, Sun True Monarch, and the Lightly Arrogant Sword Saint alone could doom numerous overlords to defeat.

He had nearly single-handedly stalled the East Sea Academy, Lu Changsheng with his followers, and the Mysterious Lady Palace warriors, only to meet his end.

Realizing their fate was sealed, the Evil Extreme Sect’s Demon Chiefs scattered in desperate flight.

The East Sea Academy, Mysterious Lady Palace forces, and Lu Changsheng’s disciples refused to spare these blood-soaked Demon Chiefs, deploying sacred artifacts to wipe them out entirely.

"Mas, Master..."

Yun Qianyue’s voice caught with emotion, unsure how to meet her old master’s eyes.

Xu Jing glanced toward Yun Qianyue but remained silent as the ancient remnant soul within him faded away like dust on the breeze.

"That was just Gu Lingxu’s remnant soul energy, nothing but refined Spiritual Power, devoid of any memories from his former life."

Shaking his head, Lu Changsheng urged his unique disciple to release her hold on bygone days.

Though Gu Lingxu, the Ancient Sword Saint nearest to the Human Race Emperor, fell to an Ancient Demon God surpassing even that emperor, his soul scattered forever, beyond revival.

Yun Qianyue’s very survival stemmed from Gu Lingxu shielding her from the Ancient Demon God’s deadliest blow, granting her a narrow escape.

Had that not occurred, Yun Qianyue could never have been reborn.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

By channeling Gu Lingxu’s remnant soul power, Xu Jing had gravely wounded Corpse Control Old Ghost. That final sword strike depleted his True Qi completely, rendering him utterly drained and ashen.

Rushing to steady Xu Jing, Yun Qianyue asked, "Are you okay?"

Managing a weak nod, Xu Jing replied, "I’m fine."

Yan Ruxue returned her longsword to its sheath, surveying the devastated Cang King Tomb. Its protective Great Formation lay broken, and the two Divine Ability Realm guardian statues were destroyed. "When the Evil Extreme Sect strikes again, the Cang King Tomb cannot endure. The East Sea Academy’s duty concludes here; we must enact the contingency devised by our forebears."

"What’s your plan?"

Curiosity piqued Lu Changsheng.

After Corpse Control Old Ghost nearly conquered the Cang King Tomb, it seemed inevitable that another powerhouse from the Evil Extreme Sect would soon overwhelm it.

With grave resolve, Yan Ruxue declared, "We’ll banish the Cang King Tomb into the Void."