In the cave.
As soon as Pang Jian thought of it, his soul was like a golden light, surrounding the Source Demon Sword made of black crystal jade.
When his thoughts penetrated into the sword, he saw clusters of burning devil flames, clusters of dark devil clouds, as well as trees and river fields, as if they were all generated by the devil's devil thoughts.
Before, the many evil thoughts that had been waning became full again, like water emerging from the bottom of a dry well.
"He chose the Origin Demon Sword, the evil sword of Mo Nan from the Demon Sword Sect, and it became the object he controlled. This Pang Jian will eventually fall into the evil path of the demon. I really hope he dies soon."
"Hey, why didn't Qi Qingsong die in the forbidden land?"
"Master, he is becoming less and less supportive of me. I really hope he dies in the battle with the aliens."
"Inner sect disciples, all of you are so high and mighty, and all of you deserve to die."
"The Sword Tower should be destroyed!"
"… "
A variety of evil thoughts emerged from the evil thoughts representing the source demon, which shocked Pang Jian greatly.
The evil thoughts were not from the source demon alone, but... the evil desires in the hearts of the nearby beings. They were the overflow of their various negative emotions, which were somehow gathered and surged up by the source demon.
The source demon also uses this to restore its strength.
"Pang Jian, your soul is different from that of ordinary people. It has the power to kill divine consciousness. As far as I can remember, only the Hell Soul Bee has this characteristic, so I can't deal with you."
The source demon's thoughts grow from clusters of evil thoughts.
It seems to have multiple thoughts that do not align with each other, much like the Insighter.
"But I can extract evil thoughts and evil ideas from all living beings to grow stronger! As long as I leave that sword tower and place myself in a crowded place, the evil thoughts, evil ideas, obscene and vicious thoughts that arise in their hearts will become my food, allowing me to quickly recover my strength."
The source demon laughed strangely with complacency.
"call out!"
Pang Jian's consciousness turned into a golden light. Every time it shone on a cluster of flames representing his evil thoughts, his thoughts and consciousness would be corroded and dissolved.
But after a while, the clouds and flames will gather again.
The power that gathers its evil thoughts is the evil thoughts that occasionally surge in the hearts of the disciples, protectors, and elders of the Sword Tower.
"I can't deal with you, and you can't deal with me!"
As the evil thoughts were eroded, it was weakened for a while, and then gradually recovered its strength.
It shouted, "As long as I have a little thought, I can use the evil thoughts of the Sword Tower disciples to reunite the remaining thoughts that have been eroded by you!"
"If one thought is not extinguished, a hundred thoughts can lead to rebirth!"
"Only when all my thoughts are wiped out by you, will I be reduced to ashes. However, without me, this sword will become nothing but scrap metal!"
"It depends on your choice!"
It showed no fear, allowing clusters of thoughts to be wiped out by Pang Jian, and kept shouting: "Pang Jian, you made a wrong choice!"
Pang Jian stopped and suddenly asked, "The alien god from the foreign land, the guy who calls himself the Insighter, was promoted from a demon like you?"
"good!"
The source demon did not reveal his soul, and his tone was full of pride: "We, the Heavenly Demons, will always be a superior race among the many races in the outer galaxy."
"The leader of the Demon Sword Sect, Mo Nan, refines the outer demons into sword spirits." Pang Jian nodded slightly and commented, "He is also a genius."
"It's a pity that he died." The source demon sneered, showing no respect for his master: "If he had become a true god first, and then I dragged him to become a demon, I wouldn't have ended up like this."
During the conversation, more evil thoughts surged in the sword, and it regained a lot of strength.
"hey-hey!"
The source monster laughed: "Inside your sword tower, many people do not welcome your arrival. Many people want you dead, want Li Zhaotian dead, and want Chen Weihuang dead."
"Very good, such evil thoughts can boost my strength!"
"I like crowded places, dirty and smoky environments, especially those with powerful souls. Their evil thoughts can give me more strength."
"… "
The source demon kept chattering.
“Swish!”
Pang Jian mobilized the power in his body, using thunder and lightning, extreme cold power, blazing flames, and the light of the sun to penetrate into the sword and kill the source of the demon's evil thoughts.
"You, your power is so mixed and chaotic, why would Li Zhaotian choose you?"
"With your cultivation method, you will never be able to reach the pinnacle of any great sword technique! You can't become a god. That fat guy in the Sword Tower is blind!"
Clusters of evil thoughts were blasted away by Pang Jian.
However, after a moment, it will gather again and become strong again.
As it says, it cannot be eradicated unless all traces of its existence are obliterated.
As long as it is in a place with many people and complex and treacherous hearts, it will soon recover.
"The demons from the outer realm are indeed a bit tricky."
Pang Jian frowned secretly.
"Buzz!"
The sword command sounded.
Qi Qingsong's urging voice came, telling him the location of Zuiyun Tower and asking him to come as soon as possible.
"Zuiyun Tower, down the mountain."
Between these majestic mountains and rivers, there are towns and villages, where outer disciples live and where the families of inner disciples, elders, and guardians live.
After identifying the direction, Pang Jian casually hung the Source Demon Sword around his waist and headed straight for a fairly large town.
Zuiyunlou, a private room on the fifth floor.
Pang Jian, who was respectfully led in, saw Qi Qingsong twisting a wine jug as soon as he entered the door. He put his arm around his shoulder and pulled him in, then introduced him with a smile: "Pang Jian, my best brother!"
In the private room, except Zhuang Yuyan who sat quietly, everyone else stood up and bowed.
"Tongming Peak, Jiang Yang. Junior Brother Pang, I just entered the inner sect recently, so please take care of me in the future."
"Yuyue Peak, Duan Jing."
"Yuyue Peak, Xu Xuanlun."
"Piaomiao Peak, Tang Can, I'm following Senior Sister Zhuang, please take care of me."
"Broken Fate Peak, Zeng Yulan."
"Song Zihe, Duanyuan Peak."
"Hello, Junior Brother Pang."
Several people were holding wine glasses and had obviously been waiting for a long time. They all reported the names of the mountains they were on and introduced themselves to Pang Jian.
"These guys have a good relationship with me and Qi Qingsong."
Zhuang Yuyan smiled and said bluntly: "Every sect has its own small groups. They and the two of us are a group."
Pointing at the two female disciples from Duanyuan Peak, Zhuang Yuyan said, "They are from Duanyuan Peak. During a sect trial, they went through life and death with me and formed a deep friendship. There is also Tang Can. He is from Piaomiao Peak like me and has always listened to me."
Qi Qingsong said: "Duan Jing and Xu Xuanlun were the few who kept in touch with me when I became an outer sect disciple."
As he spoke, he pressed Pang Jian onto the table, filled the glass with wine and began to toast.
After a few drinks, Pang Jian was no longer so reserved, and the small group formed by him, Qi Qingsong and Zhuang Yuyan gradually became lively.
"When my master came back, he said you were incredible. You managed to tame the Origin Demon Sword."
Zeng Yulan's beautiful eyes were shining at Duanyuan Peak.
She did not wear the common blue robe, but instead changed into a tight-fitting rose-red long skirt, and frequently came down from the table to toast Pang Jian.
She has a graceful figure, and when she walks, her body sways gracefully, and her lightly made-up face has an alluring blush.
She came close to Pang Jian and said in a sweet voice, "Junior brother, Sister Yuyan said that you saved everyone's lives in the forbidden land of Juetian. From now on, I will follow you in any dangerous trials arranged by the sect."
"Silly girl, you are quite smart." Zhuang Yuyan smiled in surprise.
Another female disciple, Song Zihe, also studied under Elder Xu Wei. She had a slim figure, beautiful features, and the gentle temperament of a beautiful girl from a small family.
She seemed a little shy. Every time she toasted Pang Jian, she bit her lower lip lightly, as if she didn't dare to look Pang Jian in the eye.
Pang Jian, who had never experienced such a situation, passively responded to the deliberate approach of these peers and listened to them introduce the relationships within the sect.
Liu Junhong, Guanghe, Wang Ce, and Xu Wei, the four elders, have a very good relationship with the owner of the building, and they were able to hold important positions with the support of Li Zhaotian.
Guanghe is in charge of Mojian Peak all year round. He is in charge of the library, the weapon pavilion, the pill pavilion, and so on.
Xu Wei controls the important intelligence agency of the Sword Tower. The news from various worlds that Pang Jian received through the Sword Order were all collected by people arranged by Xu Wei.
Wang Ce helps Jianlou select disciples. He is responsible for the selection of inner and outer disciples, the laws of Jianlou, and the harvest of the mines and herb gardens below Jianlou.
Liu Junhong, on the other hand, is in contact with external sectarian forces and also controls the major families that are affiliated with the Sword Tower.
"Before your master became the owner of the building, there were actually other elders who controlled these powers." Zhuang Yuyan frowned and said, "That power used to be the mainstay of the Sword Building, and now it has taken deep roots inside the Sword Building."
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the people in the private room all darkened.
"Listen..."
Zhuang Yuyan snorted coldly and said, "The most noisy room in Zuiyun Pavilion is reserved by that man's disciples all year round. Although that man left the Sword Tower a long time ago and is said to be wandering in the First Realm, he has never given up on getting involved in the Sword Tower."
"Who is he?" Pang Jian asked curiously.
"Elder Jiang Ran."
"In the building, he is the elder with the highest seniority and the oldest age. The last Sword God in the Sword Building is his master." Qi Qingsong interrupted and said, "Before his death, the last Sword God designated your master as the new building master, not him."
"When your master became the building owner, he had not yet been promoted to the late stage of the Immortal Realm, so he suppressed you for many years."
"The four elders, the power they control now, was originally firmly controlled by his people."
“If he hadn’t failed in his attempt to become a True God and fallen to the middle stage of the Immortal Realm, without making any further progress for many years, your master wouldn’t have been able to hand over those important positions to my master and the other three.”
Qi Qingsong told the inside story.
"Stare! Dashing!"
There were footsteps like beating drums, and soon they arrived outside the private room, then they broke in without knocking on the door.
"I heard someone mention my master, so I came in to listen."
A man stood in front of the door, followed by some disciples of the Sword Tower in brocade robes.
He leaned against the door with his hands folded on his shoulders, sneered with a frown, "What? Now that I'm here, you don't dare to continue discussing it?"
…
(End of this chapter)