Huangxiu

Chapter 1217 Result
The altar floor was a bluish-green, unremarkable.

The giant sword was inserted into the very center of the altar as easily as inserting it into tofu.

"Om..."

It was as if millions of bees were flapping their wings at the same time, and the air seemed to be boiling.

The ground trembled as if an earth dragon were turning over.

Chu Zhiyuan's body trembled, as if he was about to fall down.

"You brat! ...Outrageous! Insolent!"

The round-faced old man pointed at him and shouted.

They retreated to the four corners of the altar, gripped the railings, and stared wide-eyed at the strange event unfolding before them.

How could a sword be inserted into the invulnerable altar floor?

What kind of change is this?

"Swoosh!" The giant spirit sword pierced a foot into the ground and stopped, then was ejected from the ground and shot straight into the sky.

It transformed into a beam of white light, rising higher and higher until it vanished without a trace.

As soon as the giant sword was extended, the altar instantly became calm, as if nothing had ever happened.

Chu Zhiyuan looked up at the sky blankly, waiting for the giant spirit sword to fall.

But as time passed, the Giant Spirit Sword never appeared again.

Chu Zhiyuan turned to look at the four elders and said with a wry smile, "What's going on?"

"I was about to ask you what happened!" the round-faced old man glared at him and shouted, "You scoundrel, where did you get the audacity to act so recklessly! This is the Imperial Ancestral Temple!"

Chu Zhiyuan said embarrassedly, "I originally wanted to see what wonders this place had and what was so special about this secret place."

"Lawless! You four sects have always been so lawless, showing no respect for the imperial court!" the round-faced elder rebuked. "You're just making things up! ...If you want to see what wonders we have here, there's no need to use this method!"

"Yes, it was my rudeness, a momentary lapse of judgment. Please forgive me, seniors, I had no intention of offending you..."

Chu Zhiyuan clasped his hands in apology.

The four elders all looked grim, their faces filled with anger and coldness. They glared at him coldly, looking down at the center of the altar.

There were no traces left there, and it was impossible to tell that a sword had just pierced the area.

But they still felt uncomfortable, extremely annoyed, and gave each other cold looks.

If I hadn't honed my temper here over the years, I would have already taken action.

More importantly, even if they took action, they were not confident of winning the battle.

Inviting other experts over would be too embarrassing, and Chu Zhiyuan was always smiling obsequiously.

But all I could do was give them a cold shoulder.

"Senior, that giant spirit sword was a spirit sword." Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Was it destroyed directly?"

"Serves them right for ruining it!" the round-faced old man snorted.

The four of them also looked up at the sky.

Dark clouds loom overhead; today is definitely not a good day.

But even with the thickest clouds, a sword can still be seen clearly, especially when they focus their energy on their eyes.

But the sword had long since vanished from the sky.

It's as if it never existed.

The round-faced old man sneered, "It's been completely destroyed, isn't it?"

Chu Zhiyuan frowned: "I have lost my sense of it."

"Then let it be destroyed." The burly old man said indifferently, "Let it be destroyed, after all, it is a demonic sword."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Our sect has a refining method. We can refine it again to remove the evil energy, and it will still be a spiritual sword. A spiritual sword, you four seniors must know how precious a spiritual sword is, right?"

"This is a good lesson for you. You have no sense of propriety and your behavior is utterly absurd!" the round-faced old man said irritably. "If you continue to act recklessly like this, I'll capture you and banish you to the Abyss of Suppressing Evil!"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "To be honest with the four seniors, I have indeed been to Zhenxie Abyss once and had a very pleasant conversation with the seniors there."

"What a load of nonsense!"

"Senior Guan and Senior Hu were very kind to me and even invited me to visit again."

"Senior Guan?"

"Senior Guan Zhengying and Senior Hu Qixuan," Chu Zhiyuan said.

The burly old man frowned and said, "You really have been to the Demon-Suppressing Abyss... Your relationship with Xiao Huang of the Demon-Slaying Division isn't good either, is it?... And you're supposed to be close to a prince?"

The round-faced old man laughed and said, "Old Zheng, is that even a question?"

The burly old man looked at Chu Zhiyuan: "Only Prince Zhuang?"

Chu Zhiyuan coughed lightly, gave an embarrassed smile, but didn't say anything more.

He then changed the subject with a smile, saying, "Perhaps it's because I've slain too many evil spirits since I came down from the mountain that I've gained the favor of the two seniors and had the opportunity to enter this place. It can be considered a reward from the imperial court."

"How many demons have you killed?"

“There are several hundred,” Chu Zhiyuan said. “Especially recently, he helped the city guards kill a large number of troublesome demons.”

"No wonder." The burly old man nodded.

The Imperial Ancestral Temple is a quiet place, but it is of extremely high status, and ordinary officials are not qualified to enter it.

It would be almost impossible for a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect to get in.

But then, someone from above ordered him to come in.

There must be a reason for breaking with convention.

Firstly, his background was impeccable; although he was a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, his heart was with the imperial court. Secondly, he was also highly regarded by the four princes.

It is very likely that this also involves the relationship between the imperial court and the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Don't the four seniors want to find out the wonders of the Imperial Ancestral Temple? Is it really invulnerable to swords and spears?...Is that not offensive?"

If he dared to draw his sword in the four main halls, he would surely be besieged and punished by the worshippers. Before offerings were placed there, the altar was merely a building.

Although it may seem disrespectful, it doesn't warrant severe punishment.

I had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure for the sake of that rare treasure, since opportunities don't wait for anyone, and following the rules would only lead to missing out.

This was the solution that was finally decided upon after many ideas and flashes of inspiration.

The burly old man snorted, "You still have a sword, right? Try another strike."

Chu Zhiyuan quickly waved his hand: "I wouldn't dare."

"If I tell you to try, then try!" the burly old man said coldly. "Just take an ordinary sword."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Why don't you seniors give it a try? ...You haven't tried it before, have you?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled sheepishly and said, "Shall I try again?"

The Giant Spirit Sword was naturally taken away by Chu Liezhao in mid-air.

With the Heavenly Concealment Pearl concealing his figure and his location pinpointing the location, Chu Liezhao appeared directly in the air and took away the Giant Spirit Sword.

"Give it a try!" the round-faced old man snorted.

Chu Zhiyuan took out another long sword from his sleeve.

This longsword is merely a high-grade Qingfeng sword, not a precious sword.

He took a step to the center of the altar and plunged the object into it.

"Ding……"

The tip of the Qingfeng sword bounced off the ground, sending up a few sparks.

Chu Zhiyuan was puzzled. He let out a "Huh" and thrust the sword down again, the tip even emitting a white light.

"Ding……"

With a clear ringing sound, the sword tip was deflected once again.

Chu Zhiyuan snorted, "Interesting!"

A foot-long white light emanated from the sword tip, and it plunged down in an instant.

"Ding……"

The sword tip broke off and shot towards the burly old man with incredible speed.

The burly old man flicked his sleeve.

A layer of white light floated on the sleeve, trapping the tip of the sword, which then slid to the ground.

"Clang..." The sword tip fell to the ground of the altar.

The altar floor was spotless, without a single mark.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at the blue-green ground and shook his head, saying, "Strange."

The round-faced old man snorted, "Strange?... There was something strange about your giant spirit sword earlier!"

Chu Zhiyuan asked, "Could it be because of the spirit sword?"

"That's about right," the round-faced old man nodded.

Chu Zhiyuan drew a golden sword from his sleeve, its surface smooth and white like jade.

"There's also a spirit sword?" The four elders' eyes widened.

The round-faced old man snorted, "Does your Heavenly Sword Sect have such extravagance?"

Chu Zhiyuan laughed and said, "This is my original sword. The Giant Spirit Sword was a spoil of war."

The burly old man snorted and said, "So how many spirit swords does your Heavenly Sword Sect actually have?"

"This junior does not know," Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile, "only the sect leader would know this."

"The Heavenly Sword Sect..."

The four elders exchanged glances.

The world has truly changed; the Heavenly Sword Sect now possesses other spiritual swords besides the Heavenly Sword.

The Spirit Sword is no ordinary sword; it is a sword that has truly given birth to a spirit.

A precious sword, made of exceptional materials, must endure the vicissitudes of time and the refinement of the hearts and minds of several masters before it can become a spiritual sword.

The threshold is too high, the requirements are too demanding, and the probability is too low, so it is extremely precious.

Chu Zhiyuan raised the golden sword and laughed, "Then I'll give it a try?"

"...Give me the sword," the round-faced old man snorted.

Chu Zhiyuan handed over the golden sword.

The round-faced old man took it, waved it twice, and then gently tapped it on the ground.

With a clear ringing sound, the tip of the sword was blocked.

He applied a little more force, and still heard a clear ringing sound, but the sword tip still failed to pierce through.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Senior, let me do it. I'll be gentler."

"Here you go." The golden sword was handed to him.

Chu Zhiyuan gently thrust the golden sword in, and it actually pierced through.

He quickly stopped, allowing the golden sword to penetrate only an inch.

The ground suddenly trembled.

He was instantly lifted into the air, gripping the golden sword tightly with both hands, and carried a hundred meters into the air.

Chu Zhiyuan floated down and let out a long sigh of relief.

The four elders stared at the undamaged altar floor.

This time, it can finally be confirmed without a doubt that the spirit sword was able to pierce the ground not because of the giant spirit sword.

(End of this chapter)