Blessed Spring clan was divided into the inner and outer area, separated by a thick wall. The main family of the clan lived in the former, while the ordinary folks lived in the latter. They were often poor and survived on scraps. Both areas didn't have many people, the clan was slowly dying. There was one gate that connected the two areas and multiple minor gates that connected from the outer area to the outside.

As Bo Qing was about to pass through one such gate, the guard stopped him: "You, where did you get those swords from?" Bo Qing stabbed him in the heart. The guard was just an ordinary human, he couldn't resist a rank one.

The golden days of Blessed Spring clan were long over. Once the blessed shell shrimps were all taken away, they fell into a steady decline. They had few apprentices, and he would be surprised if there was more than one master. This was why the guard stationed at this minor gate was ordinary. But even ordinary humans had some remnants inside them, after all, all humans are descendants of the ancient god.

He sighed, and entered the outer area of Blessed Spring clan. He did not enjoy slaughtering the weak, only battles against those stronger than him were exciting. It was a pity that he had to become a sword master quickly. And unfortunately for these people, they were the easiest way to do so.

He first silently killed those closest to the inner area, it would be troublesome if the clan leader was alerted. By then, he would be attacked by the entirety of Blessed Spring clan, and probably be killed. He then worked his way outwards, only leaving a single guard alive: "Tell me, where is the treasury?" The guard shouted fearfully: "Demon, demon! You're definitely going to kill me anyway. I'll never betray the clan!" Bo Qing sighed: "This pitiful loyalty, what use is it in the face of death? This clan that you so dearly love, where is it now? You'll experience a slow and painful death if you refuse to speak. Nobody will come save you, so spare me the trouble." The guard shouted: "Demon, your words won't deceive me, I believe in clan leader!"

Bo Qing first severed his hand. The guard screamed out, but still refused to speak. Upon seeing this, Bo Qing cut his head off. People who won't speak after the first hand, will still keep quiet after the second. There was no point in wasting his time. He looked at the corpse: "Your resolve was admirable."

He looked at his sword. After killing this many people, it still wasn't nearly enough. After taking some clean clothes and a mask from a random house, he sneaked inside the inner area. They would soon discover what had taken place, so he had to act quickly.

But suddenly, he spotted Yuan Shao's son, the young master walking. What great luck! He hid in an dark alley and waited until the young master was about to pass him, then pulled him into the alley. He put the sword on his neck: "Cooperate, or you will die a miserable death." The young master was born into a rich family, there was a high chance he had entered the treasury at least once. Luckily the young master was a coward and valued his life over the clan, unlike the guard: "What do you want, money, materials, swords? I've got it all, let's just talk it out!" "Quiet, kid. All you need to do is lead me to the treasury."

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The young master wanted to cry. This was the worst day of his life, first he was robbed, and now this! With tears in his eyes, he led Bo Qing to the treasury. He glanced at the masked figure and asked with a trembling voice: "This is it, can I go now?" Bo Qing smiled: "Tell the guards to let us in." The guard was a sword apprentice, it would cause a commotion if he fought him in broad daylight.

The young master, an expert in the art of lying, instantly made up an excuse. The guard was hesitant, but he'd rather not offend the family behind the young master. He opened the heavily enforced door and let them through.

Bo Qing eyes shone, a sea of rank one materials filled his vision, at the back were even some rank two materials! This was quite a bit more than what he had expected. He turned towards the guard that accompanied them and said: "Lock the door, this is a highly confidential matter, we wouldn't want someone overhearing us, would we?" The guard thought for a bit and agreed. In all his years of serving, nothing serious had happened, so this should be fine. After locking the door, he heard a weird sound coming from beneath him. He looked down, only to see a sword sticking out from his heart. He died instantly.

Bo Qing turned around and quickly killed the young master too. He had no value as a hostage. The clan would want to him dead not matter what after what he had done. He then turned towards the materials and smiled. The accumulated wealth of the entire clan, it would all be consumed by him! He summoned his sword, and countless red specks started floated towards it. He went through the entire room, not leaving anything behind.

After everything was absorbed, water edge sword began shining brightly. Light blue patterns formed at the tip, gradually transitioning into dark blue near the hilt. Bo Qing recognized this sword, it was the rank two deep lake sword. This was not the best result, but an acceptable one. One of the biggest disadvantages of directly absorbing the remnants, was that the resulting rank two was not fixed! It even had a chance to become another flowing river sword. It could still be influenced by the type of materials used, that's why it was a water type sword. The overwhelming majority of the materials were water type.

Just as he was testing the weight and feel of the sword, someone loudly banged on the door: " Yuan Ling! Are you there? Come out, we have an emergency!" Bo Qing naturally did not respond and sat down on the floor.

The banging got louder, and another voice mixed in: "Yuan Ling, this is no time for jokes, open the door, otherwise you will be seen as a traitor of the clan!" Bo Qing focused. Deep lake sword turned into a bundle of blue light and entered his forehead.

A voice filled with authority called out: "The demon must be inside. Force the door open! Demon, I am the leader of Blessed Spring clan. Come out and I'll grant you a swift death."

A terrible pain assaulted Bo Qing's mind. Rank one purified the body, rank two purified the mind. All useless thoughts and distractions were eradicated, his mind forcefully strengthened. This time, even he could not control his facial expressions, as his face contorted from the intense pain.

The clansmen outside had ugly expressions. They had designed the door meticulously, so that when locked, nothing could get inside. To think that this would work against them! The clan leader remained calm: "If we cannot get in, then we shall wait until he gets out. I want to see how long he can hold out inside."

After an hour, the door suddenly slammed open. The clansmen shouted with deep hate: "Demon, you finally came out, I'll cut you to pieces!" On the other side of the door, a muscular young man with hair as dark as the night emerged. His blue eyes were deep like an ocean, on his face a wide smile. In his left hand he held an ivory sword with blue patterns, while the sword in his right was pointed at the clansmen. "Let's fight!"