Tarthocas : Chronicles of the Transmigrating Scribe

Inside the White Blade Sect’s Justice House, Ren Tai meticulously sorted through documents, his brow furrowed with concentration. The papers detailed the relocation of disciples to the Far North, a task made necessary after the recent upheavals. Originally, the sect's base of operations had been in the Far South, but after the tragic death of Shen Mingyue and the subsequent shift in power, Yimo Ji had commanded that the former Supreme Yin Sect be fortified along with their southern stronghold.

Now, the sects had to carefully divide their forces, sending half to the South and the other half to the North. The situation was precarious; if the Empire discovered their movements, all detected personnel would be executed on sight.

Ren Tai sighed heavily, frustration etched on his face. "If only Sect Master and Yimo Ji would lend us a bit of help," he muttered under his breath. His thoughts darkened as he recalled how Ling Xuan had brutally killed most of his family not long ago. Despite his desire for vengeance, he had been forced to remain hidden within the sect, powerless.

Suddenly, Ren Tai felt a strange sensation. The Qi around him began to distort, a subtle but unmistakable sign that something was terribly wrong.

"What’s happening?" he wondered aloud, his mind racing to identify the cause. There were only a few scenarios that could lead to such a phenomenon, and none of them boded well.

Before Ren Tai could fully comprehend the situation, his surroundings were engulfed in a blinding white light. A massive explosion ripped through the White Blade Sect, obliterating everything in its path.

BOOM!

The deafening roar of the explosion echoed across the landscape, and in an instant, the once serene manor was reduced to rubble. The shockwave tore through the fields, scattering debris and leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

The White Blade Sect, which had stood for centuries, was no more.

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"That's all?" Ling Xuan asked, hovering in the sky alongside Lei Tei as they watched the devastation below. The once-grand White Blade Sect had been reduced to smoldering ruins, the aftermath of their assault.

"The Dragon of Innumerable Lightning easily wipes out every Expert Rank and below," Lei Tei remarked, his gaze fixed on the destruction. "However, the Master Ranks won't die—they were shielded at the last moment by Hao Linhua."

Ling Xuan shrugged, unfazed. "Well, at least they'll be severely injured. Makes my job easier."

As they conversed, a sudden blur of motion erupted from the rubble below. A figure shot toward them with blinding speed, heading straight for Lei Tei. Reacting instinctively, Lei Tei shoved Ling Xuan aside and met the attacker head-on.

BOOM!

A thunderous shockwave exploded outward as the two clashed, shaking the very air around them.

"LEI TEI, YOU DARE TO ATTACK MY SECT!" Hao Linhua's voice rang out, filled with fury. Despite her tattered white robes, she remained mostly unharmed, though her hair was dishevelled, and a fresh wound marred her cheek, the cut refusing to heal due to the lightning embedded within it.

Her eyes blazed with wrath as she glared at Lei Tei, the hatred in her gaze palpable. "You joined forces with Yimo Ji. I'm only serving the Empire—don't ask me why," Lei Tei replied calmly, as Qi began to surge outward from him, forming a powerful aura.

Linhua's lips twisted into a grin, her anger giving way to a deadly determination. "Don't think a domain will spare you from me. You've only made it better for me!" With a swift motion, she grasped the air in front of her and pulled, tearing the very fabric of space.

VROOOOOOM—WHOOOOSH—CRRREEEEE…

The air was rent apart, and in her hand materialised a crystalline blade, slightly curved and gleaming with an ethereal light.

White Blade Sect Mythical Weapon Technique - Myriad Blades 6th Form: Blade of Twisted Space!

Lei Tei watched with growing excitement. The thrill of battle was something he had long missed. "Let’s do this!" he grinned, closing his fist as the space around them warped, trapping both Linhua and himself in an enclosed battleground.

Advanced Qi Skill - Domain!

The atmosphere thickened, the very space bending to Lei Tei's will, forming a domain that cut them off from the outside world.

Meanwhile, Ling Xuan, observing from below, noticed movement amidst the ruins. Four figures emerged, battered and bleeding, far more injured than Linhua but still clinging to life. They were the Master Ranks, the remnants of the White Blade Sect's strength.

"Well, time to do my task as well," Ling Xuan thought. With a swift dash, he launched himself toward the injured Masters. Today promised to be an exhilarating one, not just for Lei Tei but for him as well.

The battlefield was set, and the end of The White Blade Sect had only just begun.