Chapter 554: Someone Left the Mountain
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Martial Cultivator Chapter 554: Someone Left the Mountain

Sword Sect.

An abode long overgrown with vines, yet even in this cold winter season, it still retained a touch of greenery. With lush branches and leaves, it just did not seem as vibrant as in the spring.

A tall figure walked out from the cave abode, standing at the entrance with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distant sea of clouds.

In his eyes was the sword intent of life and death.

Among the countless sword cultivators in the world, this one was undoubtedly the leader.

A moment later, the tall man's figure emerged fully from the cave abode, revealing his appearance. He wore an ordinary gray robe, his long hair streaked with black and white. His face had the look of a man in his middle years, and though he could be considered handsome, what stood out more was his special aura.

He walked toward the sea of clouds, and soon after, the sound of a sword cry echoed through the mountains of the Sword Sect.

Afterward, countless sword cries followed, rising and falling in succession.

The Sword Sect's Sect Master who was hovering in midair listened to the sword cries without any change in his mood.

Soon, voices echoed throughout the mountains of the Sword Sect, “Congratulations, Sect Master, for exiting seclusion!"

The Sword Sect's Sect Master paid little attention, merely walking slowly through the sea of clouds above the Sword Sect. After a moment, he stretched out his hand.

Within the great hall on the Sword Sect mountain, where the ancestral tablets of past ancestors were enshrined, there had always been an unremarkable flying sword. Now, as the Sword Sect's Sect Master reached out, that rusted flying sword flew from its sheath, streaking toward the sky and disappearing into the sea of clouds before everyone's eyes.

The Sword Sect's Sect Master caught the nameless flying sword, then casually pulled a wisp of cloud to wipe the blade. The flying sword, which had not left its sheath for who knows how many years, shed its rust, and its blade suddenly gleamed brightly.

Yet, no matter how bright it ap

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