Huangxiu

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Chu Zhiyuan smiled and clasped his hands in greeting: "Chu Zhiyuan of the Heavenly Sword Sect greets the four seniors."

The altar was only two meters high and fifteen or sixteen meters away from Chu Zhiyuan, so they were not looking down at it, but only looking at it from a distance.

"A disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect?" A round-faced old man looked him over with great interest. "Are you really a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

Chu Zhiyuan chuckled, and a beam of white light suddenly surged from his palm.

A ball of white light quickly condensed into a small sword, which hovered in the void above his head, trembling slightly.

Like a small sword carved from white jade, it radiates a warm luster in the sunlight.

Exquisite and delicate, clear and vivid.

But it exudes a vast and boundless aura, like a majestic mountain pressing down, making it hard to breathe.

Even though their cultivation was profound and they had reached the pinnacle of their abilities, they still felt a suffocating pressure.

The four elders looked at each other, then turned to Chu Zhiyuan and sized him up.

The Heavenly Sword's aura is indeed impressive, but how could someone so young possess such cultivation?

When did the Heavenly Sword Sect acquire such a young and unparalleled master?!
Chu Zhiyuan reached out, and the small white jade sword floated lightly into his palm.

After nine revolutions, the Heavenly Sword Scripture underwent a qualitative change, and its sword energy could be condensed into a real, tangible short sword.

This sword strike is not about the hardness of the sword, but about the intent and energy of the sword.

With a single strike, it was almost unstoppable.

Only when one reaches the Ninth Revolution Realm does the true power of the Heavenly Sword Scripture manifest, revealing the true strength of one of the four great sects of the world.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "I would like to ask the four seniors to give me some guidance."

As he spoke, the white jade sword suddenly transformed into a beam of white light and shot towards the altar.

Seemingly to avoid suspicion, the sword was aimed only at the center of the altar, not at the four of them.

The four elders shook their heads, finding him both sensible and sharp-witted, and were not angry.

Everyone has a youth. At such a young age, yet already at the ninth level of cultivation and a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, it's inevitable to be arrogant and eager to try one's hand.

“I’ll try,” the round-faced old man said with a smile.

A red light appeared in his palm as he reached out to meet the jade sword.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, the red light collided with the jade sword, but failed to stop it.

The white jade sword pierced through it and shot towards the center of the altar.

"Old Kong, you're finished."

An old man with a square face struck out with his palm, but a ball of green light met the white jade sword.

"Boom."

Like the sound of a cork being pulled out of a bottle.

The azure light and the white jade sword disappeared together in mid-air.

"Woo..."

A sudden gust of wind blew, causing the four men's clothes to flutter wildly, including Chu Zhiyuan's black robe.

Chu Zhiyuan laughed and said, "Again!"

A ball of white light surged from his palm, condensing into a small white jade sword. Then another ball of white light surged out, condensing into another small white jade sword.

Then another burst of white light...

Four bursts of white light surged forth, each condensing into a small white jade sword.

Four small white jade handles floated in the air, gently touching and overlapping each other.

The next moment, the four white jade swords condensed into one.

The condensed sword not only didn't grow bigger, but actually shrank.

It's as long as a palm and as wide as a finger joint.

Crystal clear, like an ice sculpture.

The four old men stared intently at the small sword with serious expressions, their clothes slowly billowing up.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "The four seniors can join forces to receive this sword strike."

This sword strike has transcended the scope of the Heavenly Sword Manual, incorporating all his insights.

None of the four old men could possibly withstand it.

"Heh, what arrogance!" the round-faced old man sneered. "So this is the Heavenly Sword?"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "It's still far inferior to the sect leader's Heavenly Sword."

"What a load of nonsense!" The round-faced old man curled his lip. "If you were really that strong, your Heavenly Sword Sect would have unified the world long ago!"

Chu Zhiyuan laughed and said, "Let the four seniors catch this sword first."

The ice-sculpted sword vanished in an instant, only to reappear atop the altar a moment later.

It fell from the sky, shooting straight down.

The four elders each unleashed a palm strike, producing red, green, blue, and black light respectively.

The four beams of light combined and transformed into a golden ray, heading towards the little sword.

"boom!"

A thunderclap boomed in the clear sky.

The ground seemed to be shaking, and the void was trembling.

The four old men could no longer sit still, and their bodies flew into the air.

Chu Zhiyuan flashed to the center of the altar and caught the small sword.

But the small sword was incredibly fast. He barely managed to catch it, but his finger was cut by the sword, and blood gushed out, dripping onto the center of the altar.

Chu Zhiyuan ignored the dripping blood, gripped the small sword, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness."

The four elders gracefully returned to the altar, but each of them had a grim expression and were staring intently at Xiao Jian.

The crystal-clear little sword trembled slightly, as if unwilling to be held by Chu Zhiyuan and trying to break free.

Chu Zhiyuan gripped it tightly, feeling embarrassed, and gave the four elders a wry smile: "Please forgive me, seniors. I used a secret technique. It was powerful, but it got a little out of control."

The round-faced old man said irritably, "It's just a competition, why be so stubborn?!"

Chu Zhiyuan looked apologetic: "Yes, I originally thought that this was a rare opportunity and that I couldn't let the seniors look down on my Heavenly Sword Sect."

"Hmph, who dares to underestimate your Heavenly Sword Sect?" The round-faced old man glanced at him sideways: "Your Heavenly Sword Sect is quite capable!"

Chu Zhiyuan's spirits lifted.

The burly old man waved his hand and said, "Forget it, why bother talking about this?"

"Old Zheng, I'm just bored." The round-faced old man chuckled. "It's rare to have an outsider come in."

The burly old man looked at Chu Zhiyuan: "What was that aura you were exuding just now?"

Chu Zhiyuan was puzzled.

The burly old man snorted, "Although it disappeared in a flash, our senses are not wrong."

The square-faced old man nodded: "If only one person felt it, there might be a mistake. Since all four of us noticed it, then it's definitely true."

Chu Zhiyuan took something out of his sleeve and handed it over: "Is it because of this?"

The four of them stared intently at it.

It was a short sword, smooth and gentle, with a delicate appearance.

"This is……?"

"The Giant Spirit Sword," Chu Zhiyuan said with a slight smile, "the spirit sword of the Giant Spirit Sect."

He shook slightly.

A strange aura suddenly filled the air, then quickly receded.

"That's it!" the round-faced old man exclaimed, pointing at the giant spirit sword.

The strange aura that appeared was exactly the same as the others, and he recognized it immediately.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and asked, "Do the four seniors know about the Giant Spirit Sect?"

"...I think I've heard of him." The round-faced old man turned to look at the burly old man: "Old Zheng, what about you?"

The burly old man snorted, "You're quite famous in the evil sects, how did you get this?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "The experts from the four major sects have already wiped out the Giant Spirit Sect and destroyed their stronghold. The Giant Spirit Sect will never exist again!"

"Your four sects are exceptional at dealing with demons, but I didn't expect you to be just as adept at handling evil spirits," the round-faced old man chuckled. "But why did you come to the Imperial Ancestral Temple?"

The burly old man said, "The founders of the Heavenly Sword Sect were all formidable figures throughout history."

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "The Heavenly Sword should not only look at our ancestors, but also at the emperors of past dynasties, and gain a different understanding."

"What enlightenment?"

"An indescribable feeling..." Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and said, "...Not to mention anything else, the aura inside this ancestral temple is extraordinary. As soon as you step into this place, your mind becomes calm and your spirit is refreshed."

"Haha..." The round-faced old man clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "Truly a prodigy of the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

The other three elders all smiled.

The Imperial Ancestral Temple had a mysterious charm, but it failed to attract the attention and notice of others.

People often assume that unusual behavior after entering the Imperial Ancestral Temple is due to their mood.

They were bound by rules and could not say much, but when Chu Zhiyuan suddenly revealed the mystery, they couldn't help but smile, feeling extremely pleased.

Finally, someone began to grasp the mysteries of the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and asked, "Four seniors, is this an array? Or a magical artifact, or a secret place?"

"Ha ha……"

The four exchanged a glance, smiled, and shook their heads.

Chu Zhiyuan looked around and simultaneously activated his super-sensory perception to take in the entire ancestral temple.

He then shook his head: "It seems it's neither an array nor a magical artifact... it's a secret realm?"

"Haha..." The round-faced old man clapped his hands and laughed, "Impressive!"

Chu Zhiyuan pondered: "A secret place is the safest place because no one can force their way in."

“That’s right.” The round-faced old man said proudly, “This is a sacred place for cultivation.”

Chu Zhiyuan nodded slowly, walked to the center of the altar, and stood still.

He then drew the Giant Spirit Sword from his sleeve and slowly thrust it down.

"stop!"

The four elders frowned and shouted, but did not make a move to stop them.

Amidst their mocking gazes, the giant spirit sword nimbly pierced the ground of the altar.

"impossible!"

The round-faced old man shouted in a hushed voice.

The other three elders also stared wide-eyed.

This altar looks simple and unremarkable, but it is an artifact from ancient times.

It appears to be naturally formed, and is not made of ordinary material, but rather a unique stone that is impervious to swords and spears and indestructible.

(End of this chapter)