Nine Clones.

After successfully keeping Lu Gong at bay, he faced Lu Tian, who was already holding his sword and waiting for MoShen to say the word he desired to hear.

'Item, shop.'

[Item]

Quasi heaven grade wind sword. - 5000 HSS.

Quasi heaven grade Void dagger - 2000 HSS.

Clothing that repels lightning - 2000 HSS.

Quasi heaven grade battling spear - 3000 HSS.

Heaven grade soul reaping scythe - 50,000 HSS.

'It's a scythe!' I'll look into it later; right now, I have to buy the sword.' MoShen purchased the sword, which appeared in his hands as 5000 high grade spirit stones were deducted from his spatial ring.

MoShen still has over 3 million left; he is wealthy enough to run his own business, but not wealthy enough to start even a small sect.

With both swords in his hands, MoShen felt a surge of energy and increased his desire to fight. Staring at Lu Tian, his eyes were filled with determination to win and nothing else.

This is a battle that will determine one's end and another's survival, so losing will never be an option.

"Go for it."

MoShen was ecstatic, his desire to fight had already increased; as soon as he heard Lu Mong say the world, he sprang into action, using his clone as a meat shield while sprinting towards his adversary.

"Sword strike that shatters the earth."

The sword of Lu Tian glowed white, and a menacing aura filled the air as it chaotically accumulated qi essence to strengthen the sword technique.

As the Lu Tian sword was about to strike MoShen, a clone appeared and took the blow instead. As if that wasn't enough, Lu Tian used the same sword strike again, but this time another clone appeared to take the hit head on; as they died, they vanished.

With the two meat Shields removed, the fight between Lu Tian of the Lu family and MoShen has begun normally.

MoShen took both of his swords and launched himself two feet into the air, using his internal energy to fly quickly to where Lu Tian was.

Lu Tian, seeing this, backed up and shot into the sky as well. In the sky, both young men were on the same level and clashing with each other; no matter how the fight turned out, losing was never an option.

As both swords clashed, the air wept. People felt a strong force was sent everywhere, and they feared the worst.

MoShen flew downward after the exchange, his hands feeling weak as a result of their different calibers of power.

"Fire slash."

Lu Tian spoke in hushed tones, his sword had turned into flames, and wherever he swung, flames like a dragon's breath would spread everywhere.

He raced toward MoShen, holding the sword; as he got closer, he released a strike that pushed MoShen backward, even after he used his internal energy to create a temporary shield.

"Icy flames."

This time, Lu Tian was caught off guard because the flames he used weren't as hot as the Azure flames used by MoShen.

"Damnit."

A burst of martial emperor energies filled the air, but it couldn't protect him, and the flames had already burned his clothes.

His clothes were a dharma treasure, but his flames were those of a raging dragon, and no matter how much protection he had, the attacks still landed.

"Yes, I found a loophole."

MoShen was overjoyed, but he did not attack directly because Lu Tian was not focused on him at the time, so he quickly created 5 clones and mixed with them, making it extremely difficult for anyone to notice.

'I can't seem to find the real him.'

Lu Tian couldn't help but feel trapped inside an illusion when he saw all the clones were the same and had the same facial expressions.

When the MoShen attacked, it fought similarly to the MoShen he had previously fought, so he assumed it was the real one.

"You're fucked."

Lu Tian cursed, his gaze fixed on the attacking MoShen, paying little or no attention to the other MoShen.

Soon, he was in close combat, not noticing one of the MoShen approaching him stealthily; even if he did now, it would be too late.

Who'd believe, his plan will be carried out.

"Dragon sword penetrate!"

The sword immediately accumulated qi essence and lashed out at Lu Tian's back, piercing through his heart area and sending a large amount of cold energy that damaged the heart.

'What!'

Lu Tian was taken aback; he knelt on the ground, touched his chest, and discovered the injury; he couldn't help but feel that he is more irrational than his younger brother.

MoShen didn't care; he dragged the sword out and pierced it again, this time killing Lu Tian completely.

Lu Gong, who was still fighting the clones, did not notice his grandson's death, so MoShen dashed to where Lu Gong was, no longer pretending to be cool.

If he cannot be the killer now, he will be killed later; thus, he must seize the opportunity while it is still available.

'The Azure flame is used by all clones.'

There are eight clones left, including the original MoShen, for a total of nine MoShen.

Lu Gong was fighting when he noticed the clones moving away from him. He tried to speculate, but he noticed that the number had increased by one.

He quickly turned around to see Lu Tian dead on the ground.

Flames as hot as a volcano began to pour down on him before he could react.

He was about to make a temporary shield for himself when he felt a sword pass through his heart, he knelt, his desire to defend himself vanished, and the flames burned his body.

He was reduced to ash in a matter of minutes. When he was killed, all the clones vanished, leaving only the last and true MoShen with a smirk on his face.

"Whew, no treath from this Family now."

MoShen put on the hood, kept the sword in his ring, and was about to leave when he heard a large number of footsteps approaching him.

He looked at them and noticed over a thousand people approaching him.

They were both young and old, men and women, and they all wore the crest of the divine alchemist sect.

He recognizes the group of people approaching him; even if he doesn't recognize any of them, he would spot the sect Patriarch.

MoShen was prepared to meet the divine alchemist sect, but not with such a vast crowd of formidable geniuses, innumerable masters and elders, and the sect Patriarch.

MoShen's powers have been depleted, and he needs time to reclaim them through meditation. However, it appears that the pills the system sold him will be the best treatment for this disaster.

Standing in the same place, the cultivators were closing up on him, with only 10 feet between them.

MoShen braced himself even though he knows he won't even stand a chance against any of the elders.

When they got closer, they didn't attack all at once, but instead let the Patriarch walk to the front, glaring at MoShen as if he had murdered his family. MoShen did, but the glare shouldn't be quite so intense.

"MoShen, You finally emerged from your hiding place after more than a year. I must say that you are extremely talented. In one year, you rose to the rank of martial emperor. Now return what you stole from our sect."

Patriarch Zhou Yun sneered and commented.

"Well, well, well. You're still the same old man, except for a few white hairs. You've grown a lot, I must say. In just a year, you advanced to the rank of martial Sovereign."

MoShen mimicked his tone and said sarcastically, Patriarch Zhou Yun did not become enraged by those words, A few words from someone weak is not worth the fight when his Sect's ancestral technique is against that same person. His rage has already peaked, and a little cuss is no longer worth it.

"Enough, hand over the ancestral technique in the next 10 seconds. If you don't, don't blame my sect for being irrational. The countdown has begun."

MoShen escape technique will not work against a martial Sovereign who is at the pinnacle of his power while still in the high stage of martial emperor realm.

After 10 seconds, four elders at the peak of the martial emperor realm dashed out and gripped MoShen's hands; their speed was so silent that MoShen didn't notice them until the last moment, when they had already gotten his hands.

MoShen was caught off guard and forced to kneel on the ground with his head to the ground, three of them holding his hands and the last holding his hair, his hood having fallen off his face the moment he was caught up by them.

"You have no way to flee now, and not even your demonic techniques will save you. Now for the technique, hand it to me or have your head ripped off."

He was yelled at by Patriarch Zhou Yun.

MoShen smirked, knowing that they are only threatening him with death if he does not hand over the technique book.

"You can't do it."

He said, making everyone's face turn angry all at once.

"What!"

"This guy is insane."

The masters explained.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yun mocked them for their folly, saying that even if they killed him, they wouldn't be able to find the technique forever.

"You believe I can't."

"Yes, I assure you that you will not lay a finger on me."

"You certainly are. I can kill you and remove your spatial ring. Do you believe I can't now?"

"Of course you can't, because the technique is neither with me nor in the city."

When Zhou Yun heard that he smashed MoShen's face to the ground with his leg, he became even more enraged.

MoShen felt the pain but couldn't do anything because he couldn't move.

"Then, after enduring our sect's torture, prepare to speak. Guys, take him; he'll be joining us at the sect for the time being."

MoShen was lifted off the ground as a result of this command. A massive bird flew from the sky and landed on the ground; it was so large that it could carry all of them and still have room to spare. It is the thousand-year-old phoenix.

A young man of almost 26 was sitting on the back of the Phoenix, a sword attached to his back, and his body exuded the aura of a martial Sovereign.

"Are you the one who murdered Weija?"

MoShen noticed the young man was talking to him and looked up for the second time to look at the boy's face, which he noticed had a slight resemblance to Weija's.

"Of course I did; she's a slacker who deserved to die."

"You ungrateful jerk."

"So he is the one who murdered those disciples, how vile."

The young man furrowed his brow but did not act right away, instead turning to Patriarch Zhou Yun and asking.

"Father, grant me the honor of making him pay in the sect."

"Ok. Fang."

Patriarch Zhou Yun called his son Fang. MoShen quickly remembered hearing this name before but had never met the person.

Fang was very good with his sword 5 years ago before MoShen started working as a servant for the sect, and he caught the attention of an immortal swordman, who loved his skills and decided to make him his personal disciple, and together they left the city to the celestial peak sect, the current holder of the number 27 spot in the heavenly sect ranking.

With Fang and the Patriarch both at the Sovereign realm, MoShen knew escaping the sect would be a difficult task.

Meanwhile, Patriarch Zhou Yun left his student to examine the dead bodies, and he discovered some technique that he had or had seen previously. These are the techniques stored in the golden book, some of which he has learned and some of which his ancestors were unable to learn after receiving the book from a master who had not been seen in a long time.

"How did he learn these techniques that I couldn't even after watching my master for a long time?"