Huangxiu

Chapter 1237 Want to Abandon
Zhu Lingyun glanced at him.

Zheng Pingzhang's smile froze: "Isn't that right?"

Zhu Lingyun said, "If you hit me two more times, I'll be dead!"

"This..." Zheng Pingzhang was puzzled.

Ji Qingyun said, "This staff is too mentally taxing."

Zhu Lingyun said calmly, "It consumes more than just mental energy."

"What else?"

"Lifespan," Zhu Lingyun said, "Those two blows just now cost me ninety years of my lifespan!"

"Ah?!" Zheng Pingzhang was startled and hurriedly asked, "Ninety years of lifespan?"

Zhu Lingyun plucked a white hair from his own hair, let it fall to the ground.

Before he knew it, he had a few gray hairs on his head.

He then pulled a golden scepter from his sleeve and tossed it to Zheng Pingzhang: "Give it a try."

Zheng Pingzhang felt as if he had caught a red-hot branding iron, and wished he could throw it away immediately.

He forced a smile and said, "I think I'll pass."

Ji Qingyun's expression also changed: "It actually consumes lifespan?"

Zhu Lingyun asked, "How many times have you used it?"

Ji Qingyun quickly shook his head: "It couldn't be used before; it was only used once."

“If it happens once, it should be ten years of lifespan, the second time thirty years, the third time sixty years, the fourth time one hundred years… roughly the same,” Zhu Lingyun chuckled, “You’re quite lucky.”

Zheng Pingzhang hurriedly smiled and said, "Sect Master's luck has always been excellent, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to obtain this treasure."

Ji Qingyun said, "It's really hard to say whether this is a treasure or not."

Its power is strong, but its backlash is also too fierce, and its applicable conditions are harsh.

Once used, one becomes like meat on a chopping block; if the opponent has both a Venerable and a master below the Venerable level, one is doomed.

Zheng Pingzhang returned the document to Zhu Lingyun with a wry smile: "You've worked hard, Divine Lord."

They wouldn't want to give up even a year of their lifespan, and would be filled with regret and remorse if they lost it.

He would rather flee than risk his ninety years of lifespan.

Zhu Lingyun took it, tucked it into his sleeve, and said calmly, "What do you plan to do with the remaining experts?"

Ji Qingyun said, "Let the disciples come over. Without the Venerable One, they are no match for us."

“Yes, yes, let them come!” Zheng Pingzhang quickly agreed.

Zhu Lingyun waved his hand, signaling them to act quickly.

He focused his mind on the golden scepter again, sensing its unusual nature.

He only told the two of them half the truth.

This golden scepter does indeed consume lifespan, but it does more than just consume lifespan; it also generates a strange aura.

As soon as this strange aura appeared, it was fiercely attacked by the Wonderful Pure Spirit Water, as if it had encountered a mortal enemy.

He remained seated, observing the fierce battle between the wondrous pure water and this wisp of energy.

To his relief, the Pure Water of Wonder ultimately prevailed, finally defeating that wisp of energy and causing it to dissipate.

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

The warning in my heart was stronger than ever before, even stronger than when I was facing a life-or-death crisis.

He knew that without the Myriad Pure Water, he would have no chance against this strange aura.

This strange aura is definitely not from ordinary spirit or will. If it were ordinary spirit or will, it would be impossible to form such a strong sense of danger.

He speculated that it was something far more malevolent, possibly capable not only of killing him, but also of binding his soul, or even controlling it.

This golden scepter is not a good thing; on the contrary, it is an evil object.

No wonder the Wonderful Pure Water reacted so strongly as soon as I got my hands on it.

Thinking of this, he took out the golden scepter from his sleeve again and examined it carefully.

The Senses has been shining through the hole, and it looks like an ordinary scepter, its only special feature being its material.

It uses the Immortal Gold Essence.

This in itself demonstrates its extraordinary nature.

While he was concentrating on the golden scepter, Zheng Pingzhang had already left, and Ji Qingyun remained where he was to meditate.

After he breathed a sigh of relief and completely eliminated that wisp of energy, Zheng Pingzhang had already returned.

Seeing him open his eyes, Zheng Pingzhang clasped his hands in a fist and smiled, "I've already sent people over to bring them here."

Zhu Lingyun nodded, took out the golden scepter again, thought for a moment, and looked up at Ji Qingyun: "I want to throw it away."

Ji Qingyun was taken aback. Zheng Pingzhang hurriedly asked, "Discard? Your Majesty, where to discard it?"

"Is there a sea nearby?" Zhu Lingyun asked.

Zheng Pingzhang quickly shook his head: "No."

Ji Qingyun said, "Your Majesty, the sea is only ten thousand miles away."

Zhu Lingyun said, "Go to the beach and throw it into the sea so you can find it again."

“This…” Ji Qingyun hesitated.

Zheng Pingzhang said, "Your Majesty, this little thing can save lives in critical moments."

There's no need to use it normally, since it consumes lifespan, and who would complain about living too long?

But when it really comes down to a critical moment, when you're surrounded by several Venerables or even Nine-Turn Venerables, you can use it to solve the problem.

As an elder of the Myriad Manifestations Sect, he had countless nightmares of being chased and besieged by the experts of the Demon Extermination Division.

Zhu Lingyun glanced at him sideways.

Ji Qingyun hurriedly said, "Divine Lord, shall we go to the seaside?"

Zhu Lingyun said calmly, "I won't feel at ease unless I throw it into the sea myself. It shouldn't exist in this world."

Ji Qingyun solemnly asked, "Divine Lord, shall we depart now?"

“Okay, let’s go,” Zhu Lingyun said.

Zheng Pingzhang looked helplessly at Ji Qingyun.

Without hesitation, Ji Qingyun led the way and fired directly.

Seeing Zhu Lingyun beside him, Zheng Pingzhang dared not use telepathy to complain to Ji Qingyun.

……

Chu Zhiyuan sheathed his sword and looked at the disheveled Li Hongzhao with a smile.

Li Hongzhao's dark green outfit was torn in several places, revealing her fair skin.

She held her long sword, frowned, and fell into deep thought.

The moves were clearly fine, so why were they so disheveled and weak?

Every move was targeted, making effective defense impossible, let alone offense.

Chu Zhiyuan's swordsmanship was clearly unremarkable, with simple and unadorned moves, yet it was just right.

This perfect balance isn't just about speed and timing, but also about another kind of mysterious charm that she wanted to capture.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled at her, without disturbing her.

Li Hongzhao occasionally brandished his sword, simulating and practicing the moves he had used before.

She clearly remembered every move and technique from their previous sparring session and could reproduce them flawlessly.

But no matter how much she gestured and practiced, she could never quite get the hang of it.

After a long pause, Chu Zhiyuan laughed and said, "There's no need to waste your energy."

Li Hongzhao interrupted her deep thoughts and looked up at him.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "The secret lies in my sword."

Li Hongzhao looked at Chu Zhiyuan's golden sword: "This sword is not yet fully formed."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and handed it to Li Hongzhao.

Li Hongzhao received the sword, made a sword gesture with his left hand, and gently stroked the golden sword with his fingertips.

She raised her long, arched eyebrows and shook her head, saying, "She has some intelligence, but it shouldn't be this bad, right?"

Chu Zhiyuan said, "It is working its magic to help me."

The golden sword's spiritual power was fully displayed at this moment, which can be described as miraculous.

It sensed Chu Zhiyuan's thoughts and subtly adjusted itself to become even more compatible.

This kind of perfect harmony is something no other longsword can achieve.

This subtle harmony is what sets it apart from other longswords.

This subtle nuance caused a profound change in the swordsmanship.

In their exquisite and masterful swordsmanship, even the slightest change amplifies its power immensely.

"The Emperor's Sword seems to be..."

“Your Emperor’s Sword no longer needs to be used like this, you no longer need to use sword techniques,” Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile. “Moreover, your Emperor’s Sword is different from mine, it has not been refined and perfected from beginning to end like mine.”

“...That’s true.” Li Hongzhao admitted, “You’ve put in so much effort, I wonder what it will ultimately look like.”

She had a vague feeling that Chu Zhiyuan's sword might be different from the Emperor's Sword, and its growth trajectory had already deviated.

(End of this chapter)