Huangxiu

Chapter 985 Let go
The presence of this aura was beyond the reach of extrasensory perception.

Extrasensory perception has always been the foundation of his existence and the source of his confidence.

It was the supernatural power that he believed in and relied on even more than the supernatural power of physical transformation.

Of all the treasures he had seen, very few could escape his supernatural senses.

But they are all top-tier rare treasures.

Even those with superhuman senses couldn't detect the presence of this aura, let alone others.

Now that he is a Great Demon King, if he hadn't had the ability to sense the extraordinary nature of this sword beforehand, he wouldn't have been able to see its extraordinary nature.

As for this strange aura, it was almost non-existent.

Other great demons did not have such certainty and conviction as he did. If they had doubts and had not sensed the aura of the Canghai handwritten letter, they would naturally not have discovered it.

Meng Qi hurriedly asked, "Is this sword the personal sword of Patriarch Canghai?"

Leng Tieya's mind raced, countless thoughts swirling in his head, before he slowly said, "It should be."

"Junior brother, is it really the sword of Ancestor Canghai?!"

Monchi asked repeatedly to confirm.

Annoyed by his questions, Leng Tieya said irritably, "What does it matter whether this sword is the sword of Ancestor Canghai or not? It has already been studied by the Meng clan experts for a long time. Even if it is Ancestor Canghai's sword, the Meng clan will not be able to study it and it will be of no use!"

“It’s different, it’s different.” Meng Qi shook his head with a smile: “As long as it is the sword of Ancestor Canghai, its value is naturally different.”

A sword that appears unremarkable can be vastly different in value from an ordinary ancient sword, or it could be the sword of the Canghai Patriarch.

Leng Tieya drew his sword, examining its flawless, gleaming blade and feeling its chilling aura: "But if you take this sword and tell others it's the sword of Ancestor Canghai, no one will believe you."

He flicked his fingers.

The sword trembled like a snake spitting its tongue, and a buzzing vibration echoed within it.

It is indeed a fine sword.

"Whether others believe it or not is irrelevant, but at least you, Junior Brother, believe it," Monchi said with a smile.

"It's just to fool me."

Leng Tieya gently swung his longsword, its cold light flashing, and a chilling aura spread, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet.

The sword tip emitted a burst of sword light, flickering like flames.

"A fine sword, a fine sword." Leng Tieya carefully sensed the aura emanating from it.

As the demonic energy was activated, its aura became increasingly concealed.

His senses were far sharper than those of other Great Heavenly Demons, and coupled with his inexplicable connection to the Canghai Handwritten Scripture, he was able to detect its existence.

"It is indeed a fine sword."

Seeing this, Monchi's smile widened.

Chi Haoyang shook his head.

If Leng Tieya were truly that foolish and straightforward, he wouldn't have come to Mengfu.

Achieving the status of a Great Demon at such a young age requires more than just talent.

Moreover, this young master Leng's living environment is not so easy, so how could he have developed a pure heart?

As Leng Tieya swung his sword, the sword light gradually grew longer. Originally only the length of a finger, it became a foot after a dozen or so strikes, and a meter after another dozen or so strikes.

The last time, it became two meters.

Leng Tieya swung his sword towards the sky, the sword light crisscrossing as if cutting through the void.

Monchi's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help but want to back away.

The sword light had condensed into a monstrous aura, surging in like a flood bursting its banks, making it hard for him to breathe.

"A fine sword!" Leng Tieya stopped his sword strike, sheathed it, and smiled at Meng Qi.

Monchi's face flushed red.

He understood what Leng Tieya meant: Don't play the Great Demon King trick!

Leng Tieya put the longsword back into its case, closed the purple box, and said with a smile, "Senior Brother Meng, what is the other relic? Let's take a look together."

Monchi forced a smile: "Wait a moment, I'll go get it."

Leng Tieya paced back and forth, his expression calm.

Chi Haoyang glanced at him but didn't say anything.

He wanted to offer advice, but knew he didn't need to say anything; Leng Tieya understood the implications and the stakes involved.

Leng Tieya stopped and looked at him with a smile: "What do you think, Mr. Chi?"

Chi Haoyang shook his head: "I can't tell."

"That sword should be Meng Canghai's personal sword. There's no need to try to fool me with such a sword."

"Yes."

"Unfortunately, this sword is different from the one written by Canghai... It seems that the Supreme Demon can control it at will, and its aura and demonic intent can come and go as it pleases."

"So this sword has no sword intent?"

"Did Mr. Chi sense it?"

"No."

"Then it wasn't my imagination; I really didn't hold back any sword intent."

"If it doesn't retain any sword intent, then this sword is just an ordinary sword. No matter whose sword it was, it's still just an ordinary sword."

"Alas...what a pity." Leng Tieya shook his head: "The Supreme Heavenly Demon."

Chi Haoyang nodded. It was indeed a pity that no sword intent was left on the sword.

He left his divine inspiration in calligraphy, but not in swordsmanship; Meng Canghai's actions were unpredictable.

Leng Tieya smiled.

These words were transmitted through a small pipe at the base of the wall to a secret room a hundred meters away.

There was a patch of green bamboo at the base of the wall, and the copper pipe was located at the base of the bamboo, invisible to the naked eye.

Four elderly men, all with white beards and eyebrows, sat cross-legged in a secret room a hundred meters away, their expressions solemn.

There was a small hole in the wall of the secret room, through which Leng Tieya and Chi Haoyang's words could be heard clearly.

As the two were talking, footsteps sounded.

Leng Tieya and Chi Haoyang stopped talking and looked towards the door, where they saw Meng Qi and a middle-aged man come in together.

Monchi's hands were empty, while the middle-aged man carried a small black box, about the size of two bricks stacked together.

He smiled broadly and clasped his hands in a respectful greeting: "Mr. Leng, I apologize for the neglect. My name is Meng Jiang, and I am the head steward of my household."

"Chief Steward Meng," Leng Tieya nodded, "Is this the martial arts manual of Ancestor Canghai in your hand?"

“Exactly.” Meng Jiang placed the small black box on the stone table, took out the key, opened it, and revealed a yellowed scroll inside.

He stepped back and clasped his hands in greeting: "Mr. Leng, please observe."

Leng Tieya reached out and took out the heavy book, each page of which seemed to be made of gold and was extremely heavy.

It was supple to the touch, yet so heavy; it was clearly not any material he recognized.

It is a special material that has been preserved to this day without decay or decay, which is truly remarkable.

He flipped through the pages one by one, getting slower and slower with each page.

His sword-like eyebrows slowly furrowed, becoming more and more pronounced, until finally the peaks of his eyebrows converged.

Time passes slowly.

Meng Qi and Meng Jiang did not urge him, letting him observe with smiles on their lips.

The family's elite members have studied this for many years, but have found nothing.

What can he possibly figure out in a short time?
Leng Tieya turned the last page, closed his eyes, and then suddenly opened them.

Monchi laughed and said, "Junior brother, you can't remember, can you?"

Leng Tieya nodded: "Indeed wondrous, worthy of being written by the Supreme Heavenly Demon."

It was as if a force was rapidly erasing memories from my mind.

It's truly amazing.

He gained a new understanding of the power of the Supreme Heavenly Demon.

Leng Tieya asked, "Then can he copy it?"

“What use is it if you can just copy it?” Meng Qi said. “If you want to comprehend it, you have to close your eyes and think about it in your mind, but once you start thinking, you can’t remember anything.”

“Staring at it and pondering it is still useful,” Leng Tieya said.

Monchi shook his head: "What's written here is too obscure, too bizarre, and beyond our comprehension."

“That’s true.” Leng Tieya nodded slowly.

He started flipping through the secret record again.

Meanwhile, inside the Demon-Subduing Palace, Chu Zhiyuan took out several white jade tablets from his sleeve, along with a delicate little knife, and began to carve demonic runes on the white jade.

He moved incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, the white jade slabs were already densely covered with them.

Leng Tieya closed the secret record again, put it back into the black box, and shook his head, saying, "It is indeed mysterious and beyond my comprehension."

"Junior brother, won't you take a look?" Seeing that he wasn't interested, Meng Qi said unwillingly, "It should be of some help to the Great Heavenly Demon."

"I didn't see that coming," Leng Tieya laughed. "Compared to this secret manual, that sword is more interesting."

Meng Jiang closed the black box, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Then I shall take my leave."

Leng Tieya clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Thank you for your help, Chief Steward."

Seeing that he had no intention of stopping him, Meng Jiang could only pick up the black box and leave.

Meng Qi asked, "You're not even tempted by these two relics of Patriarch Canghai?"

"Forget about the secret manual; it's far inferior to Canghai's handwritten notes. And that sword is also dispensable." Leng Tieya shook his head: "It's far too little to exchange them for the Soul-Suppressing Seal."

Monkey sighed.

He hadn't expected it anyway, because he himself would never do such a losing deal.

"What about Canghai's handwritten letter?" Leng Tieya laughed. "If we bundle these three together, we could consider it."

"Really?" Monchi's spirits lifted.

Leng Tieya said, "Are you willing to part with Canghai's handwritten letter?"

“I will report to the patriarch!” Meng Qi said solemnly, “Junior brother, you cannot go back on your word.”

Leng Tieya said, "These three items alone are not enough; we need to add some others."

"What else do we need to add?" Monchi asked hastily.

Leng Tieya said, "Then it depends on your sincerity. See what you have that can move me and what the Great Heavenly Demon can use."

“…Okay.” Monchi forced a smile, a bitter taste in his mouth.

This appetite is definitely not small; without offering enough benefits, don't even think about redeeming the Soul-Suppressing Seal.

(End of this chapter)