After Being Reborn a Hundred Times, I Refused to Be the Villain - Chapter 37:

Chapter 37: The Overbearing Divine Sword Sect

At the summit of the Three Swords Severing Immortal Peaks, Ling Yun released the broken sword in his hand and cupped his fists toward it.

“This time, thank you for your assistance.”

The broken sword let out a clear chime but didn’t leave. Instead, it hovered by Ling Yun’s side.

“You want to leave with me?” Ling Yun showed a trace of surprise on his face.

He had assumed that after the emergence of the Three Swords Severing Immortal Peaks, the broken sword would remain to guard the place. Unexpectedly, it wanted to follow him.

“Fine. Since that’s your wish, come with me. However, this place… needs some careful planning.” Ling Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.

Relying on the power of the Three Swords Severing Immortal Peaks, he could sense many powerful auras approaching. He remembered what Feng Jun had said—there had once been a sword sect that tried to monopolize the Three Swords Severing Immortal Peaks, using it as a ground for their disciples to obtain opportunities. Back then, he hadn’t paid much attention to it, but things were different now. The Three Swords Severing Immortal Peaks were relics of a former epoch and bore the traces of his past reincarnations. He naturally couldn’t allow them to be monopolized.

Just then, a powerful sword intent approached the Three Swords Severing Immortal Peaks. As it arrived at the summit, it rapidly condensed into a figure.

“Old Man Feng, we meet again!” Ling Yun smiled and waved.

“It’s you, the young lad? You’re the one who awakened the Three Swords Severing Immortal Peaks? No… you actually gained the recognition of the Sword of Salvation!”

Seeing Ling Yun atop the peak, Feng Jun showed a trace of astonishment. When his gaze landed on the broken sword, his expression became even more incredulous.

Although he had sensed from the beginning that Ling Yun wasn’t ordinary, he didn’t expect Ling Yun to have done something so incredible—not only awakening the Three Swords Severing Immortal Peaks, but also being acknowledged by the legendary divine sword.

“The Sword of Salvation… this name suits you well.” Ling Yun smiled and spoke to the broken sword beside him.

The sword let out a low hum, as if telling Ling Yun that the name Savior Sword suited him better.

“The Three Swords Severing Immortal Peaks have now emerged. As the one who awakened them, you could be considered their partial master. What do you intend to do?” Feng Jun landed in front of Ling Yun and asked.

“As relics left behind by a former epoch, I naturally hope that the sword intents of the Three Swords Severing Immortal Peaks can once again shine across this world. I want this place to become a shared opportunity for sword cultivators across the world, not the private property of any individual or sect. Old Man Feng, you understand what I mean, don’t you?” Ling Yun said.

“You even know about the former epoch… and you’re willing to open the Three Swords Severing Immortal Peaks? Young man, you’re becoming more and more incomprehensible to this old man.” Feng Jun felt that Ling Yun was becoming increasingly difficult to see through.

However, as the one who awakened the Three Swords Severing Immortal Peaks and was acknowledged by the Sword of Salvation, Feng Jun naturally wouldn’t probe Ling Yun’s secrets. That was the trust he had in the peaks and the sword.

“Just a little understanding,” Ling Yun replied with a casual smile.

Feng Jun rolled his eyes—how much did that so-called “little” understanding actually conceal?

“Looks like the emergence of the Three Swords Severing Immortal Peaks has drawn quite the crowd,” Ling Yun said.

“If you don’t want to show yourself, then I’ll go meet these so-called guests.” Feng Jun laughed heartily and soared into the sky.

His sword had slumbered for years. He thought it would remain dormant until he died. But now, it finally had the chance to be unsheathed again.

Over the vast sea, several streaks of light flew toward the Three Swords Severing Immortal Peaks.

“Old Man Hai, didn’t expect you to show up!” came a rough voice. A burly man with rippling muscles stepped on a massive sword and blocked an old man in blue robes.

“Hmph, my home is near this place. With such commotion, how could I not come?” the blue-robed old man snorted. “But you, brute, what are you doing here?”

“Hahaha, Old Hai, did you forget I’m a sword cultivator too? With such a stir and sword intent so intense, how could I not come?” the big man laughed.

“Tsk, a brute like you with muscles for brains… how did a freak like you become a sword cultivator?” Hai Zhentian looked at the mountain of a man—almost three times his size—and twitched the corner of his mouth.

“Isn’t a giant sword still a sword?” Xiong Hong patted his chest and laughed heartily.

Sure, but how many sword cultivators use a slab-like greatsword and go around smashing their opponents with it? Just remembering the time Xiong Hong swatted him away with a single sword strike years ago made Hai Zhentian wince at the memory.

And it wasn’t just these two—more and more powerhouses were arriving over the sea. Every gaze was fixed on the three sword peaks hovering above the waves. Their eyes reflected different emotions: shock, awe, greed, longing… a full display of human nature could be seen in their expressions.

“Hmm? That’s the Grand Elder of the Divine Sword Sect… he actually came too!” Just then, a powerful sword intent appeared, causing Xiong Hong’s heart to tense. Even the greatsword under his feet trembled.

A thin, withered old man appeared silently before the crowd. Though his appearance was frail, none of the powerful cultivators present dared underestimate him. He was the Grand Elder of the Divine Sword Sect, one of the top sword cultivators on the Azure Profound Continent.

The Divine Sword Sect wasn’t just any ordinary sect—it stood alongside the Heavenly Dao Sect as one of the continent’s apex forces. It was also the leading sword sect of the Azure Profound Continent. Back then, it was the Divine Sword Sect that had occupied the Three Swords Severing Immortal Peaks before eventually abandoning it.

“The Divine Sword Sect’s Grand Elder has come in person… is he planning to monopolize the peaks again, just like before?” Many people couldn’t help but have this thought, and their expressions grew tense.

“What business brings the Divine Sword Sect’s Grand Elder here?” Xiong Hong stepped forward atop his greatsword and cupped his fists.

“Gentlemen, this Three Swords Severing Immortal Peaks was the property of my Divine Sword Sect several millennia ago. We opened it to the Azure Profound Continent for thousands of years. Now, that time is over, and my Divine Sword Sect shall take it back. Everyone, please leave.”

The Grand Elder’s gaze swept across the crowd, the warning in his tone crystal clear.

“Tch, back then, your Divine Sword Sect gave up the peaks because you couldn’t find any opportunities. And now that the relic’s chances have revealed themselves, you want to monopolize it again? What kind of logic is that?” Xiong Hong frowned.

“Logic? The Divine Sword Sect is logic. The sword in my hand is logic!”

The Grand Elder of the Divine Sword Sect suddenly straightened his back, and an overwhelming sword intent erupted from his body, locking onto everyone present.