Chapter 102

Luoxian Peak got its name from the legendary Luoxian Twin Swords.

Located at the very heart of Luoxian Sect, the peak consisted of two towering mountains that pierced the clouds—one called Luo Peak, the other Xian Peak.

Within Luo Peak rested a congenital spiritual treasure, the Luo Sword.

Within Xian Peak resided its twin counterpart, the Xian Sword.

The Luoxian Twin Swords were famed throughout the Eastern Region, with their most glorious record being the time they combined forces to strike down a cultivator in the Grand Ascension Stage.

However, this renown came with a known limitation: the Luoxian Twin Swords had never recognized a master. They could not be taken from Luoxian Sect and could only serve as passive defensive treasures. If either sword were ever to acknowledge a master, Luoxian Sect would instantly rise to become one of the supreme sects in the Eastern Region.

Beneath Luoxian Peak, Pang Hu and Shou Hou lay hidden in the bushes, quietly waiting according to the plan.

Han Luo, having come from the tournament grounds, had already locked on to their location using his bronze mirror treasure. Still, he pretended to be cautious as he approached them.

“Sweet potato, sweet potato, I am potato,” he whispered, deliberately acting nervous and furtive.

Hearing the signal, Pang Hu and Shou Hou exchanged glances. Pang Hu replied in kind, “Potato, potato, I am sweet potato.”

Han Luo stepped out, feigning sudden realization. He clasped his fists in greeting. “You must be Brother Tiger and Brother Monkey, as Lord Mo Jiu mentioned.”

He addressed them with exaggerated respect, calling them “Brother” with every sentence. The flattery pleased the two immensely.

“What’s your name, little brother?” Pang Hu asked, already liking this kid.

“My name is Liang Feifan, but you can call me Little Fan,” Han Luo replied with just the right amount of sycophancy. His brown-nosing made the two feel very important.

“Hahaha! Good name,” Pang Hu laughed. “When the master takes action, just say which senior sister you like. I’ll make sure she’s left alive and given to you as a wife.”

“Really, Brother Tiger?” Han Luo’s eyes lit up with exaggerated longing.

“Of course! Don’t you know who I am? The master’s most trusted subordinate. Why else would he send me on such an important mission?” Pang Hu boasted shamelessly, already forgetting the humiliating slap-fest earlier.

Han Luo’s look of admiration was performed to perfection, and Pang Hu unconsciously puffed up his chest, visibly proud.

Shou Hou, standing nearby, was speechless. “Enough already. The semi-finals are going on in Luoxian Square. If we move now, no one will notice. Let’s finish the task before you two get too cozy.”

“Right,” Han Luo cut in smoothly. “Follow me. I know a hidden path that leads directly inside Xian Peak.”

This hidden path was something he had prepared long ago. In fact, a sprawling tunnel network existed beneath the entire sect—his own secret creation.

Leading the way, Han Luo brought the two along, easily bypassing the guards and formations he had previously studied. They entered Xian Peak without a hitch.

As expected, there were no guards stationed before the Xian Sword.

After all, it was a congenital spiritual treasure. Anyone capable of taking it by force wouldn’t be stopped by ordinary guards. And if no one could take it, guards were pointless.

“Brothers, wait here for a moment. I’ll go ahead and scout. If it’s safe, I’ll call you in,” Han Luo said, acting like a flunky eager to earn favor for a beautiful senior sister.

“Little Fan, from now on we’re real brothers. I’ll tell the master to spare whichever senior sister you like and give her to you,” Pang Hu said emotionally, his eyes even turning red.

Shou Hou rolled his eyes. “Too much! Want me to light three incense sticks, kill a chicken, and have you two swear brotherhood in blood?”

“You don’t get it. This is called love at first sight!” Pang Hu retorted, then turned to Han Luo. “Go, brother. I’ll wait here for your good news.”

Han Luo nodded solemnly and carefully entered the mountain.

As soon as he left, Pang Hu’s sentimental expression vanished, replaced with cold calculation and disdain.

“Not bad acting,” Shou Hou muttered. As Pang Hu’s longtime companion, he knew full well this man was no fool. He looked brash, but his heart was full of schemes.

“That kid’s just a Qi Condensation weakling. If it weren’t for this mission’s importance, do you think I’d waste breath on him?” Pang Hu sneered.

“But he seemed to really believe it,” Shou Hou noted. He had been watching closely and found no signs of deception in Han Luo’s face.

“Doesn’t matter. It never hurts to have another pawn. When this job’s done and we become Demon Generals, we’ll need obedient dogs under us. That one looks like a loyal hound.”

“Fair point. Disciples of Luoxian Sect are famously gullible. A sect that holds farewell tournaments for cultivators heading off to die? What a joke.”

The two continued mocking Luoxian Sect as they waited.

Inside the mountain, Han Luo was completely unfazed. He’d been here before, as this sacred place was a well-known spot in Luoxian Sect.

Just like last time, the interior of Xian Peak was filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers. The air shimmered with gentle light, sweet and full of vitality—an effect of the innate aura emitted by the Xian Sword, a natural byproduct of its divine essence.

At the mountain’s center hovered a transparent longsword, three fingers wide and nearly two meters long, radiating a faint glow.

This was the Xian Sword—one half of Luoxian Sect’s legendary twin treasures.

It didn’t look particularly special. Hovering quietly in the air, it resembled a common magical item.

But anyone who saw it would instantly desire to possess it—including Han Luo.

If he could gain its recognition, he would have the power to protect himself in this dangerous cultivation world. And nothing mattered more to him than survival.

Still, after hundreds of years, no one had ever succeeded. Many had died trying, their corpses feeding the sword.

Han Luo shook his head. Though the temptation was strong, he restrained himself.

Acting recklessly would only lead to death.

He stayed far away, setting up an array of traps and formations around the sword to prepare for an ambush. Today, no matter what, he was going to eliminate Mo Jiu.

If that demon got away again, Han Luo doubted he’d ever sleep peacefully.

Having completed the setup, he called in Pang Hu and Shou Hou.

The moment they entered and saw the floating sword, they were entranced and instinctively moved forward to touch it.

“Brothers, snap out of it! Let’s summon the master first,” Han Luo called, breaking their trance.

If these two died before summoning Mo Jiu, he’d have no way of drawing the demon out.