Chapter 1484: Spiritual Pollution

“You’re wrong. It was your master who helped me become the Chaotic Great Saint,” Wang Yulun corrected.

“So, all this time, you haven’t really trained much or experienced the frustration of hitting a bottleneck,” Wang Xiangchi said.

“But I have. That invisible fog—no matter how hard I try to push through, it just won’t budge.”

“If nothing changes, I’ll have to rely on my master to help me become a Chaotic Great Saint,” Wang Xiangchi added, his voice tinged with disappointment.

“No rush. Just take your time with the bottleneck,” Wang Yulun said, pulling out a swordsman statue that looked like a supreme law crystal.

“I was going to store it in the treasury, but I thought it’d be better to save it for you.”

“Your master checked it out and said it’s fine. You can absorb this swordsman crystal freely; it should help with your bottleneck,” Wang Yulun explained.

Wang Xiangchi examined the swordsman crystal statue and felt something unusual.

As he lightly touched the statue, his vision blurred, and he suddenly found himself in a vast, white world.

Then, a figure that looked exactly like him appeared, holding a sword.

Staring at the figure, Wang Xiangchi asked, “Who are you?”

“I’m the most rational part of your consciousness, summoned by this swordsman crystal,” the figure replied calmly.

“Why not just say you’re my inner demon?” Wang Xiangchi shot back.

“Inner demon? With your master around, no inner demon could survive in you.”

“This is a blank world. You can shape anything here and refine all your swordsmanship.”

“Your task is to defeat me,” the rational Wang Xiangchi said, pointing his sword at him.

“Interesting. Let’s see how much of me you’ve copied.”

In an instant, the white world transformed into a realm of swordsmanship, with countless sword techniques manifesting behind Wang Xiangchi.

The rational Wang Xiangchi simply shook his head, and a transparent sword emerged from his body, slashing through the white world.

Fifteen minutes later, Wang Xiangchi was slain, only to be revived by the white world’s power.

“Your fighting strength doesn’t do justice to your master, who’s unmatched in the Chaotic Mist Area,” the rational Wang Xiangchi remarked.

Hearing this, Wang Xiangchi felt a wave of confusion.

In his hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation, inner demons had only appeared a few times.

But whenever they did, they’d berate him mercilessly.

“You’re so weak. How can you deserve such a master? Leave this to me, and I’ll make you your master’s pride!”

So, whenever these inner demons were destroyed by his master, he’d train harder for a while.

“Stop pretending to be the rational part of me. You’re just my inner demon! Slash!!”

The white world was once again filled with sword intent.

Meanwhile, by the Lake of Life, Wang Yulun watched his eldest son with concern.

“Big Brother Xu, is Xiangchi going to be alright?”

“It’s nothing serious. That swordsman statue you have, which resembles a supreme law crystal, is an inheritance from a swordsmanship system different from ours in the Chaotic Mist Area,” Big Brother Xu reassured.

“Under normal circumstances, Wang Xiangchi won’t be harmed,” Xu Fan said slowly.

“Normal circumstances?”

“This inheritance has a unique trait: if the goal isn’t achieved, the person will be trapped in the inheritance world forever.”

“If it drags on too long, it might affect Wang Xiangchi’s mental state, but it shouldn’t be a major issue.”

As Xu Fan spoke, he pulled out a supreme law crystal over ten feet long, transforming it into a swordsmanship technique that he infused into Wang Xiangchi’s body.

“When Wang Xiangchi came back from my place, he was carrying a heavy burden of unresolved emotions, and then you added to it by teasing him.”

“So, unless something unexpected happens, in the inheritance world, he’s probably battling something akin to inner demons,” Xu Fan said, glancing at the concerned Wang Yulun.

“Wasn’t the second brother promoted to Chaotic Great Saint? I thought the eldest brother was close, but it seems he still has a long way to go.”

“I might have gone a bit overboard with the teasing.”

“…”

“You’ve really outdone yourself~”

“Lord Grape, send Wang Xiangchi to the swordsmanship secret realm in the Source Realm,” Xu Fan instructed.

“Understood, Master.”

In a cave within the Hidden Spirit Sect, a massive iron-eating beast suddenly woke up, looking disoriented.

“Lord Grape, I’ve been spiritually polluted by the Underworld Clan again. Please cleanse me,” the iron-eating beast said, clutching its head in pain.

A teleportation portal appeared in front of the iron-eating beast.

“There’s now a sacred site in the Source Realm specifically for purging spiritual pollution. Just stay there for a month,” Lord Grape’s voice echoed.

“Will it hurt?”

“The side effects have already been removed.”

Hearing Lord Grape’s assurance, the iron-eating beast stepped through the teleportation portal, still holding its head.

In a world bathed in holy light, millions of Great Saint-level disciples from the Hidden Spirit Sect were soaking in sacred waters.

“Ah Da, you got spiritually polluted again?” called out a disciple from the Body Refinement Lineage.

Most of the iron-eating beast clan’s disciples were part of the Body Refinement Lineage.

“Yeah, I barely left our territory when the Underworld Clan targeted me.”

“Spiritual pollution is the worst,” Ah Da grumbled, waving his massive bear paw.

“Next time, stick with the chaotic saint disciples when you go out. Otherwise, Great Saints like us don’t stand a chance,” said another disciple from the Body Refinement Lineage, giving Ah Da a reassuring pat on the back.

“No way! I’m going to train harder and become the first chaotic saint from our iron-eating beast clan,” Ah Da declared with a roar.

“You’ve got this!”

“When you’re not busy, don’t wander off. Go seek advice from Senior Brother more often,” the nearby disciple said with a chuckle.

He looked at the iron-eating beast and couldn’t help but reflect.

Among all the affiliated races in the human race’s territory, the iron-eating beast clan was the strongest and most favored by the Grand Elder.

“You’re right! Once I’m cleansed, I’m heading straight to Senior Brother,” Ah Da said with determination.

Just then, another group of disciples entered the sacred site.

“Bear Three, Bear Eight, Iron Four, Iron Nine—you guys got wiped out?” Ah Da asked, looking at his fellow clan members.

“We were just wandering through the Heavenly Merchant Clan’s territory when we got ambushed,” Bear Three explained with a sigh.

“Is the Underworld Clan really this brazen?” some disciples muttered, clearly frustrated.

“Don’t worry. Lord Grape is preparing to report this to the Grand Elder. We’ll get our revenge,” another disciple reassured.

In the courtyard, Xu Fan lounged in a chair, listening to Lord Grape’s report on recent events.

“Spiritual pollution, huh? The Underworld Clan sure loves these underhanded tactics.”

“Go fetch Zhou Kailing. She’s the expert when it comes to dealing with spiritual pollution.”

“Understood.”

Soon, Zhou Kailing appeared before Xu Fan.

“Greetings, Master.”

“Rise. Let’s see how you think we should handle this.”

A light curtain materialized in front of Zhou Kailing.