Huangxiu

Chapter 1256 Threat
Lu Gengshen laughed and returned the broken sword to him: "Nephew, you're just teasing us!"

“We’re just too incompetent,” Li Xinhe said self-deprecatingly, “we couldn’t sense its threat.”

Qi Qingmei's keen intuition goes without saying, and Chu Zhiyuan is the same.

The fact that the two of them couldn't sense anything unusual wasn't because they were full of righteous energy, but because they were dull-witted.

Chu Zhiyuan caught the broken sword and tossed it gently.

The broken sword flew straight up, reaching a height of ten meters before stopping and beginning to fall.

Chu Zhiyuan formed a hand seal and pointed at it.

A palm-sized ball of golden light condensed, shining brightly and round like a bronze mirror, and faced the broken sword.

"Buzz!"

The moment the golden light touched the broken sword, it was as if a giant bronze bell in the void was being violently struck.

Li Xinhe and the others suddenly felt a tremendous earthquake, as if the earth were turning over, and they could not stand steadily.

The two middle-aged men, who had been standing upright, turned pale instantly, blood gushing from their seven orifices. In a short while, they died.

Lu Xiaolu and the others used all their strength to barely keep themselves from falling.

The Demon-Subduing Divine Tree appeared in the void above Chu Zhiyuan's head.

The transparent divine tree seemed to sway in the wind, gently scattering starlight.

Everyone felt a sudden surge of energy, the feeling of weightlessness vanished, and they regained their footing.

The starlight fell into my body, like sweet rain dripping onto my brain, a refreshing sensation that went straight to my mind.

They looked up at the broken sword flying through the air.

The broken sword collided with clusters of golden light, flying up again and again, each time producing a loud bang.

The four masters fell to the ground in the distance, sitting cross-legged and desperately trying to fight back.

Chu Zhiyuan formed several hand seals, and after several bursts of golden light, the golden sword at his waist suddenly came out of its sheath. It trembled in the air a few times, venting its excitement, and rushed towards the broken sword impatiently.

"laugh!"

The piercing shriek seemed to puncture everyone's eardrums.

The Demon-Subduing Divine Tree in the void above Chu Zhiyuan's head swayed rapidly several times.

Starlight fell densely, like snowflakes.

The starlight invigorated everyone, and the piercing shriek seemed merely noisy and unpleasant, evoking no other feelings.

The four experts in the distance, upon hearing the shrill roar, immediately lost consciousness.

The golden sword pierced the hilt of the broken sword, and a burst of golden light enveloped the broken sword.

A moment later, the golden light receded back into the golden sword, while the broken sword shattered into several pieces, falling to the ground with a series of cracking sounds.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled.

"Destroyed?" Lu Xiaolu floated over and examined the few pieces on the ground.

She bent down, picked up a fragment, and examined it closely.

The fragments were dull and lifeless, as if coated with a layer of gray, no longer possessing their former brilliance.

She tossed it aside, clapped her hands, and shook her head: "It's ruined."

The fragment didn't exude the chilling aura that made her heart pound; it was just an ordinary piece of iron.

The golden sword was sheathed, and Chu Zhiyuan's figure flashed as he swept across the valley.

He slapped almost every expert from the four sects on the back, transferring his true essence into them.

When Chu Zhiyuan returned to his position, they all opened their eyes and looked around blankly.

Lu Gengshen laughed and said, "Nephew Chu, your skills are no less than Old Li's Sweet Rain Technique!"

He grinned at Li Xinhe and said, "How about it, Old Li?"

Li Xinhe smiled.

Lu Gengshen chuckled and said, "Looks like you're not convinced, Lao Li."

Li Xinhe snorted, "Old Lu, can you stop being such a petty person?!"

Zhou Chongming said, "I wonder if other evil sects have similar evil artifacts. Zhiyuan, you have to be careful."

Lu Xiaolu chuckled lightly, unconvinced: "Junior Brother is so clever, why would these guys need to use evil weapons?"

Before they could even use their evil weapons, he would detect them and strike first.

Chu Zhiyuan said solemnly, "Uncle-Master, rest assured, I will be extremely careful."

Zhou Chongming nodded.

Qi Qingmei said, "Junior brother, you go ahead with your work. Don't worry about the mess here."

"Thank you for your trouble, Senior Sister," Chu Zhiyuan nodded, then clasped his hands in a salute to Lu Gengshen and Li Xinhe, "Thank you for your trouble, Uncles."

"Nephew, you're too kind. It's nothing," Lu Gengshen said with a smile.

Li Xinhe smiled and waved his hand.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at Lu Xiaolu: "Senior sister, I'm leaving now."

Lu Xiaolu said, "You haven't forgotten what I said, have you?" "I understand," Chu Zhiyuan replied with a smile.

He bowed to the crowd again, then vanished in a flash.

“This lightness skill…” Lu Gengshen shook his head.

Li Xinhe sighed, "I can't help but envy it."

“This isn’t over yet,” Zhou Chongming said with a smile. “Let’s get going as soon as possible; there’s another place.”

Lu Gengshen hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, we need to hurry. Don't delay. If they leak the information and escape, it will be a big problem for them!"

"Then let's hurry over there!"

……

Chu Zhiyuan returned to his own courtyard in the Tianjian Villa and paced back and forth.

In the emptiness of his mind, a ball of pitch-black light was being enveloped by the wondrously pure spiritual water, slowly shrinking.

The fist-sized, pitch-black ball of light shrank at an extremely slow rate.

This jet-black light was contained within the broken sword, possessing extreme yin and coldness.

If it hadn't been absorbed by the Golden Sword and sent into the Myriad Pure Spirit Water to spread out, it's estimated that no one in the entire valley would have survived.

It can instantly shatter their souls and kill them.

This dark radiance is the power of death, the purest death energy.

He didn't know how this deathly aura was formed, but he knew that it was formed through the tempering and strengthening process of the Myriad Manifestations Sect.

The Myriad Manifestations Sect used a secret method to collect the malevolent energy and resentment of the masters they had killed, transforming it into death energy and condensing it into this broken sword.

The deathly aura within the broken sword grew stronger and stronger, its power becoming increasingly astonishing.

No wonder they were confident they could kill themselves.

He paced back and forth, shaking his head.

This deathly aura has transcended the realm of martial arts. Without the wondrous Pure Water, no matter how high one's cultivation level, one cannot withstand the erosion of this deathly aura, and one's soul will wither and die.

If the Myriad Manifestations Sect possesses such a mysterious and insidious evil entity, what about other evil sects?
……

As dusk fell, the setting sun cast its last rays.

Huang Zhengyang's courtyard.

The soft glow of the sunset enveloped the courtyard, and also Chu Zhiyuan and Huang Zhengyang, who were sitting in front of the flowerbed.

The two sat opposite each other at the stone table.

"Sigh..." Huang Zhengyang put down his teacup and sighed again.

Chu Zhiyuan took a sip of tea and smiled, "Brother Huang, this is the tenth time you've sighed."

Huang Zhengyang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Si Zheng has talked himself hoarse, but still couldn't persuade the four princes."

"No need to force yourself," Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile, pointing to the broken sword fragments on the table: "What exactly is this evil artifact?"

The Myriad Manifestations Sect didn't actually know the origin of this evil artifact.

Zhou Chongming and the others were unaware of its origins, as were the four major sects.

Huang Zhengyang picked up a piece, examined it from all angles, and finally put it back on the stone table: "I have to go back and check it out, and ask someone."

"Thank you for your help. I'd like to figure this out."

"Such a small thing, just a simple act... does it really have that much power?"

"That's what they say," Chu Zhiyuan said. "But we destroyed the Myriad Manifestations Sect first, so they didn't have a chance to use their abilities."

"I've never heard of the Myriad Manifestations Sect possessing such an evil artifact." Huang Zhengyang's face darkened. "If the Myriad Manifestations Sect has one, what about other evil sects?"

“The Giant Spirit Sect doesn’t exist,” Chu Zhiyuan said. “Of course, it’s also possible that they were wiped out before they could use their abilities.”

Huang Zhengyang picked up another fragment, examined it for a while, and finally shook his head: "I've never seen it before, nor have I ever heard of it... I'll go and ask around."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "I judge that even if not every evil sect has it, there are definitely quite a few."

“It’s very troublesome,” Huang Zhengyang said with a gloomy expression.

Such evil weapons are rarely used on ordinary masters, as it would be too wasteful. They are reserved for top masters or important figures.

He was one of them.

If you were to encounter such an evil artifact, could you possibly escape it?
You might dodge it once, twice, or even several times, but if you fail to dodge it even once, you're likely to die.

This threat is too great.

Thinking of this, he could no longer sit still and jumped up.

"Brother Chu, please have a seat. I'll be right back."

He swept all the shards on the stone table into his sleeve, then turned and strode away.

Chu Zhiyuan watched him leave, then closed his eyes and focused on a small black bead in his mind.

The ball of black light had shrunk to a small black bead, about the size of a grape, deep and mysterious in its blackness.

(End of this chapter)