Huangxiu

Chapter 1179 Enhancement
"The deaths of these people are a dereliction of duty on our part of the Exorcism Division!" Huang Zhengyang said with a grim expression.

When these innocent people die, their relatives, friends, and even those around them will blame it on the Exorcism Division.

The Exorcising Department has no excuse.

Chu Zhiyuan asked, "Is it a statue of the same evil lord?"

"I can't see it very clearly." Huang Zhengyang shook his head: "It's vague, but I can see three faces, so it should be right."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded slowly: "We were complacent last time, we should have continued to dig deeper."

This three-faced evil deity statue is too sinister, its power is overwhelming.

Moreover, it appears in deep mountains and forests, in places rarely visited by people.

For now, it doesn't seem to pose any major harm.

Having barely managed to destroy the statue and lacking the strength to continue the investigation, they clung to a sliver of hope, thinking it might have accidentally fallen from outer space.

Now it seems that this evil lord did not come here by chance, but rather with a premeditated purpose.

Statues falling from the sky are impossible to prevent; the only way to stop them is to address the root cause.

The prerequisite is to find its source.

Huang Zhengyang shook his head: "It's not that I don't want to dig deeper, it's that I'm powerless to do so."

Chu Zhiyuan sighed: "Let's think of another way this time. What about Zhou Sizheng?"

“Zhou Sizheng won’t be back anytime soon, so we’ll have to rely on ourselves,” Huang Zhengyang said. “We can’t count on the guys in the department either.”

“There are many extraordinary people, but we didn’t have time to catch up last time. What about this time?” Chu Zhiyuan said.

Huang Zhengyang shook his head: "I've already tried, but it didn't work. I'll have to rely on you, Brother Chu."

"Let's give it our best," Chu Zhiyuan said solemnly.

He placed his hand on the hilt of the golden sword, feeling a little more at ease.

They floated for over a hundred miles and appeared outside a small town.

From afar, one could see that the summit of a mountain was covered by a white curtain.

The white curtains fluttered in the mountain breeze, making them extremely conspicuous.

The extrasensory perception has already revealed that at the foot of this mountain, a group of people are being blocked.

Dozens of young men dressed in the black robes of the Exorcising Evil Division blocked these people.

These people included ordinary citizens and martial arts masters, all of whom curiously gazed at the summit.

Huang Zhengyang shook his head and said, "If we don't block this statue, people will keep coming over and die under it."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded slowly: "What about the other statue?"

“That one is a little better, it’s also deep in the mountains, we need to deal with this one first.”

When did it appear?

"It's said to have been three days ago," Huang Zhengyang said. "That might not be accurate."

"Three days... there must have been quite a few deaths, right?"

“More than three hundred.” Huang Zhengyang’s face was grave and his voice was low.

This is the terror of evil spirits; once they cause harm, it is often not just one or two people, but a whole group.

Chu Zhiyuan's gaze was intense as he looked up at the white curtain and slowly said, "Let me destroy this statue first."

“Exactly.” Huang Zhengyang nodded hurriedly: “If we’re going to study it, let’s study the other one too.”

As they arrived at the foot of the mountain, the young men in black robes automatically made way for them and bowed in respect.

Huang Zhengyang waved his hand, and he and Chu Zhiyuan glided past the treetops, quickly arriving under the white curtain.

The white curtain was held by a group of young men in black robes, each with their backs to the statue and solemn expressions.

Chu Zhiyuan and Huang Zhengyang moved closer, shifting their bodies to create an opening in the white curtain.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Brother Huang, you stay outside, I'll go in."

"Be careful." Huang Zhengyang didn't try to be brave.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded, floated inside, and the white curtains closed again.

Chu Zhiyuan stood beneath the statue, carefully examining the three faces of the Evil Lord.

Just as he expected, it was indeed the same evil lord from before.

But there are subtle changes in the three faces.

Her face became more delicate and defined.

One face is smiling, one is crying, and one is calm and indifferent.

At this moment, the smiling face was exceptionally clear, and the other two faces were exactly the same as the previous one.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned.

He immediately realized the reason.

Is this smiling face clearer because of the more than three hundred people who died?

This evil lord is indeed wicked.

Is killing these civilians a way to absorb some kind of power and strengthen oneself?

Thinking of this, he reached out and pressed his hand on the golden statue. A strange aura wafted out from his Laogong acupoint and entered the statue.

The moment this aura was released, the golden statue, which was originally indestructible and incorruptible, changed instantly.

The golden sword was drawn from its sheath, transforming into a beam of golden light that slid along the golden statue.

Wherever it passed, golden powder fluttered and drifted.

In a moment, the golden sword hovered above his head, and the golden statue transformed into a black statue, as black as ink.

The gold dust had already piled up in a high circle.

He bent down, reached out, and pressed the gold powder onto his hands. The powder quickly emitted a soft, shimmering light. The golden sword above his head slowly descended, landing at his feet.

A soft golden dust began to rise and drift towards the golden sword.

They disappeared into the sword like mud oxen sinking into the sea, completely merging into the sword once they landed on it.

A soft, shimmering light enveloped the golden sword.

Chu Zhiyuan reached out and grasped the sword hilt, beginning to concentrate on refining it.

The soft light from the golden sword grew brighter and brighter.

At this moment, the pitch-black statue began to emit a soft light.

A beam of soft light formed overhead, extending outwards to the tip of the golden sword.

The golden sword began to shimmer with a soft light.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned slightly.

In the void of his mind, a three-faced golden statue slowly appeared. The three faces became blurred, and the three mouths began to move, murmuring softly.

A strange sound reached Chu Zhiyuan's ears, and his mind began to stir.

Just then, a bright sun suddenly appeared in his mind.

The golden statue vanished instantly.

The strange sound vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed, as if it had just been a hallucination or auditory illusion.

Chu Zhiyuan's voice rang out: "Remove the curtains."

Huang Zhengyang hurriedly asked, "Is it possible?"

"Remove it then," Chu Zhiyuan said.

Huang Zhengyang waved his hand: "Take it down."

The white curtains surrounding the statue were moved aside, revealing the jet-black statue.

The young men holding the curtains all had their backs to the statue and were unaware of this change.

People at the foot of the mountain could see it clearly.

Even people far away in the city could see it clearly.

They immediately rushed over here.

Chu Zhiyuan leaped up, and the golden sword suddenly shone brightly, then transformed into three golden beams, each slicing across a face before reaching his feet.

"squeak……!"

"Wow!"

Countless cracks sprouted from the three thin lines that ran from the center of the eyebrows, instantly spreading to the entire statue and causing it to collapse into a pile of fragments.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded in satisfaction.

Huang Zhengyang examined the small black pebbles but found no gold dust.

He was a little worried.

If people see the miraculous scene of the statues coming back together, it will probably spread like wildfire and have a huge impact.

This would further bolster the power of evil and damage the dignity of the imperial court.

However, as time passed, these fragments showed no sign of reforming.

He turned to look at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan laughed and said, "I have found a way to break it and completely destroy it."

Huang Zhengyang clapped his hands and laughed: "Haha, as expected of Brother Chu!"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and shook his head: "Then let's go take a look at the other one and see if we can find more clues."

"Let's go." Huang Zhengyang's smile faded, and he glanced around before saying in a deep voice, "Carefully collect these fragments and take them back!"

"Yes," a middle-aged man replied, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

Chu Zhiyuan asked, "Why haven't I seen Elder Yu and Elder Guo?"

Huang Zhengyang said, "They're over there. Let's go over there."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded, and he and Huang Zhengyang drifted away.

"Who is that?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Chu Zhiyuan of the Heavenly Sword Sect, a friend of Huang Sizheng."

"Oh, this must be Mr. Chu!"

"It really lives up to its reputation!"

"We've finally gotten rid of a huge problem!"

The entire Exorcism Division was helpless against this statue; they couldn't move it or destroy it, so they could only cover it with a curtain.

Then think of those ordinary people who died in vain; they feel extremely aggrieved.

……

As Chu Zhiyuan floated, he couldn't help but press the hilt of the golden sword, experiencing its changes.

The feeling of the Golden Sword becoming stronger was intense, yet he couldn't quite put his finger on why it was stronger.

But a strange power had already arisen, flowing within the sword and residing within it.

He was familiar with this power—the power of the Emperor's Sword!
The power that arose from the removal of the curtains, which allowed all the people and everyone else to witness the destruction of the statue.

Is this the power of public opinion, or the power of trust?
Is the Golden Sword truly going to become the Emperor's Sword, capable of winning over the hearts and minds of the people?
This is a crucial step.

This means that from then on, he embarked on a unique path of cultivation, a path originating from the Heavenly Sword Secret Scripture and leading to the creation of the Emperor's Sword.

Is this path better or worse than the lineage of the Taiqing Yuanzong?
The only option is to study both simultaneously and then compare their advantages and disadvantages.

(End of this chapter)