Huangxiu

Chapter 1018 Spirit Sword
If Chu Liezhao hadn't pointed it out telepathically, Li Miaotan wouldn't have been able to recognize which of the four people hiding in the roadside woods was Wen Siming.

These four middle-aged men were all Venerable Ones, two of them at the seventh level and the remaining two at the fifth level.

Even the weakest one is on par with her.

Chu Liezhao placed his large hand on her back, their breaths mingling, becoming one.

Therefore, he was able to completely conceal his aura, thus fooling the four Venerables a mile away.

Otherwise, she felt that the four venerable ones had already discovered her.

"Should we make a move?" she asked in a low voice, even when communicating telepathically.

Chu Liezhao said, "Kill Wen Siming in one strike, then leave."

"...Or, let's wait and find an opportunity to make a move."

Of the four Venerable Ones, two were at the seventh level of enlightenment and two at the fifth level. To take action against them would be tantamount to suicide.

This is indeed a trap.

Chu Liezhao said, "Two of them are from Zixiao Jade Pavilion, the other two are not."

He could tell the four people were divided into three groups by their breathing.

Wen Siming and the fifth-rank Venerable were from the Zixiao Jade Pavilion. He didn't know the details of the other seventh-rank Venerable, and the last fifth-rank Venerable was from the Tianya Sword Sect.

Li Miaotan's bright eyes were cold as she slowly said, "The work of Emperor Yuanzhen?"

Chu Liezhao said, "The Tianya Sword Sect and the Zixiao Jade Pavilion are at odds. How can an ordinary person put them together?"

"Damn it!" Li Miaotan cursed, "Let's find someone too!"

Chu Liezhao turned to look at her.

"Hold your hand," Li Miaotan transmitted her voice, "Have Father send someone to deal with them!"

If only Zixiao Jade Pavilion intervenes, my husband and I can handle it ourselves.

But now it's not just the Purple Cloud Jade Pavilion, but also experts from other top sects of Yuanzhen.

This is tantamount to Yuan Zhen breaking the agreement. If the Phoenix Dynasty pretends to be confused, it will reveal its weakness, and Yuan Zhen will take advantage of the situation.

“...Alright.” Chu Liezhao agreed after a moment’s thought.

The two retreated silently, as if swimming underwater, growing further and further apart.

It wasn't until they were three miles away that Chu Liezhao created a portal and left with Li Miaotan.

At this moment, three miles away, four venerable ones were sitting cross-legged on a tree deep in the woods.

The tree was thin and long, with signs of being struck by lightning, and lay horizontally in the forest.

The four people sat cross-legged on the tree trunk, three feet off the ground, looking relaxed.

A burly, middle-aged man pulled a wine flask from his pocket, took a big gulp, let out a long sigh, and snorted, "Old Wen, are they really coming?"

"will come."

A thin, unremarkable middle-aged man laughed and said, "Brother Lei, are you scared?"

"Hey, what's so scary about that?" the burly middle-aged man scoffed. "The four of us, plus the magical artifact, can easily advance and retreat, let alone Chu Liezhao and Li Miaotan, or even if a few more Venerables are added!"

Another chubby middle-aged man said, "Old Wen, does Chu Liezhao really dare to come?"

Finally, the handsome middle-aged man shook his head: "Even if he came, he wouldn't dare show his face. Anyone with the slightest sense of danger would know that he's not to be trifled with."

"He's not reckless; he'll back down when things get tough."

"What if he backs down because he doesn't understand the difficulty?"

"Then send him to his death!"

"Hehe, Lao Wen, you have quite the murderous aura. This Chu Liezhao is not easy to kill, otherwise he wouldn't be alive now."

"Let's see who kills him!" The thin, unremarkable Wen Siming said calmly, "Those demons and monsters underestimated him before, but what about us?"

“That’s true.” The burly middle-aged man nodded. “Both the demon race and the monster race are arrogant and look down on us. In addition, Chu Liezhao is young. However… these demons have been killed many times and dare not provoke him again.”

“Just a reckless fool,” the handsome middle-aged man shook his head. “His brute strength might work on others, but it won’t work on Chu Liezhao. …If he weren’t the son-in-law of the Phoenix Dynasty, or Prince Yujing, we would really have to befriend him. What a pity!”

"It is truly a pity that such a remarkable person did not emerge from our Yuanzhen."

"If it's not within our Yuanzhen clan, then we have no choice but to destroy it. That would be good for all of us!"

"Ugh……"

……

For a moment, silence fell.

A crystal-clear throwing knife, seemingly blending into the void, landed on a tree branch not far from them.

-

Chu Liezhao and Li Miaotan appeared in the small courtyard of the Prince Consort's residence.

Li Miaotan said, "I'm going to find my father."

“Speak properly and simply explain the current situation. The Emperor shall make all the decisions.”

Chu Liezhao released her slender waist and gave her a few words of advice, telling her to control her temper and not to let concern cloud her judgment or become too impatient.

"……Um."

Li Miaotan took a deep breath and slowly nodded, calming her anger and murderous intent. Chu Liezhao saw that she had calmed down and felt relieved: "Go and come back soon. If the Emperor doesn't take action, we'll do it ourselves."

"Okay." Li Miaotan nodded gently and gracefully departed.

Chu Liezhao sat down at the stone table in the pavilion, admiring the rustling of the lush green bamboo forest.

Fu Zheng appeared silently and said softly, "Your Highness."

She bent down and presented a cup of tea with both hands.

Chu Liezhao glanced at her, took the tea, lifted the lid, and took a sip.

She was dressed in a green robe, standing tall and graceful like the green bamboo.

"Your Highness, is Wen Siming a difficult person to deal with?"

"Hmm, they're not easy to deal with. The key is that they have reinforcements, deliberately waiting for me to arrive..."

Chu Liezhao recounted the situation in detail, and Fu Zheng's bright eyes blazed with murderous intent.

She said bitterly, "Then I'll go, kill him, and get away."

"Seventh level, you can't kill him now."

"..."

Chu Liezhao said, "Sword skills are important, but realm of understanding is equally important."

"Yes." Fu Zheng had nothing to say.

"Go practice your skills." Chu Liezhao waved his hand. "Don't worry about this matter."

"Yes." Fu Zheng left.

Chu Liezhao continued to keep an eye on the four Venerables, including Wen Siming, using his flying knives.

"Old Wen, what kind of magical artifact did you bring? Your Purple Cloud Jade Pavilion only seems to have two magical artifacts, right?"

"We'll find out in time."

"Hey, why are you being so secretive at a time like this? Isn't that a bit unnecessary?"

"It cannot be said," Wen Siming shook his head.

"There are no outsiders here. We're supposed to fight side by side. Shouldn't we know?"

"That's right, Lao Wen, what kind of spiritual weapon is it? Is it your Purple Cloud Spirit Sword? Or the Jade Pavilion's?"

"It's probably the Purple Night Spirit Sword. We're here to kill, not to capture."

"But drawing the Purple Night Spirit Sword comes at a high price. Are you really going to draw your sword?"

"Compared to killing him, this cost is negligible!"

"Hehe, it seems your Purple Cloud Jade Pavilion hates him to the bone. The price is lifespan, right? A hundred years of lifespan?"

"Ah."

"Trading a hundred years of lifespan for Chu Liezhao's life is indeed a good deal, but Chu Liezhao is still very cunning and may not have a chance to make a move."

“He will come!” Wen Siming said coldly. “He will not swallow this insult!”

"Alright, then let's wait for him to be beheaded by the Purple Night Spirit Sword!"

Chu Liezhao frowned upon hearing this.

If it's a spirit sword, then we really have to be wary. Can the Dragon Soaring Bell withstand it?
At the cost of a hundred years of lifespan, the power of this sword is absolutely astonishing; even the Dragon Soaring Bell might not be able to withstand it.

If he couldn't stop it, his life would truly be in danger. He possessed a spiritual artifact and knew the power of a spiritual artifact pushed to its limit.

Wen Siming activated it at the cost of a hundred years of his lifespan, and its power exceeded the combined power of two seventh-level Venerables, which he could not withstand.

Wen Siming said in a deep voice, "Alright, you must never mention my magical artifact again!"

"alright."

They all shut up, just in case Chu Liezhao really possessed some kind of secret technique and could overhear what was happening.

……

Chu Liezhao looked up and saw Li Miaotan gracefully approaching with a smile on her face.

A beautiful smile graced her face, her radiant smile blooming like a flower: "Father has agreed to send experts over!"

Chu Liezhao smiled and asked, "Which experts will you send?"

"Fengtian Palace has two Venerables, and the other four sects each have two Venerables."

"Are there any magical artifacts?"

"Fengtian Palace will bring spiritual artifacts."

"Wen Siming is carrying the Purple Night Spirit Sword."

"Then I'll inform Fengtian Palace and tell them to prepare when we'll set out."

"The sooner the better."

"Then I will send the message now."

Half an hour later, ten Venerable Ones gathered at the Prince Consort's residence.

(End of this chapter)