Capítulo 1040: Chapter 399: The Truth
But who exactly is this Chu Yunyun?
What kind of poison curse is it, that Yan Guilai is so cautious about it?
Ye Zhiqiu recalled how she had once sympathized with this pair of siblings, particularly feeling sorry for Little Sister Chu, and her emotions were quite complex.
Surprise, shock, doubt, sha, joy, and other emotions were all mixed together.
She never expected that there was such a big fish lurking in the Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall back then.
Chu Xisheng’s ‘sister’ turned out to be a near-divine expert!
No wonder that guy’s progress in Martial Arts was so exaggerated.
With a near-divine personal tutor like Chu Xisheng, how could his cultivation speed be lacking?
It’s pitiful that I was so ignorant, practically waving a big sword in front of the ‘Emperor Zhongyi Changsheng’.
Zong Sanpin also laughed at this ti: “asuring Heaven, Pingtian, and Heaven Punishnt have always been inseparable. Elder Yan also has the first move of the Heaven Slaying Blade, as well as the complete Innate Invisible Sword, which can also be sowhat useful.”
Zhoou Liangchen suddenly understood, then frowned: “However, in this way, Elder Yan might have to exhaust a lot of Primordial Qi.”
“It’s unavoidable!” Jian Cangfeng, clasping his sword with both hands, spoke with a complex expression: “Therefore, it is only Elder Yan who is most suitable for this poison expulsion task.”
At this mont, Li Changsheng, Aox Guo, and Lu Shouyang are the top pillars of the Formless Divine Sect and cannot afford any mistakes.
Yan Guilai is slightly less than a hairline worse; if he loses his combat capability within this six months, it would also have a great impact on the Formless Divine Sect, but it is still bearable.
A hint of seriousness flashed in Jian Cangfeng’s eyes.
His promotion to Third Grade is already imperative.
Fang Bu Yuan shook his head: “What a pity! If we could wait a few more years, I would finish the first move of the ‘No Deceiving Sword’, and it would be much simpler. I could directly exchange the poison curse in her body.”
The No Deceiving Sword is the formal na of his Yitian Technique.
No Deceiving, fair trade!
He could exchange the poison curse in Chu Yunyun’s body with so kind of divine dicine of equal value!
“A few years? I think it might not even be done in decades! I’ve already told you, if your Yitian Sword could be based on the two swords of Pingtian and asuring Heaven, it could achieve twice the result with half the effort.
How can a transaction lack a asure? Is it true that you recently picked up these two sword techniques again? Roaming like a headless fly for so long, are you still heeding my words now?”
Ren Xiaowo said this with a mocking tone, and then felt sothing was off: “Where is Junior Brother Chu? Where did he go, how co I don’t see him?”
Everyone had different expressions upon hearing this, remaining silent, thinking truly, this person does indeed deserve the title ‘Hermit Sanchi’.
Such a slow reaction, Chu Xisheng had slipped away the mont Chu Yunyun closed her eyes and entered ditation. Judging by the direction, he should have gone towards the palace gate.
Jian Cangfeng slightly shook his head, his admiration for his junior brother was simply beyond words.
At this mont, Chu Xisheng indeed ran to the palace gate.
He ca to deliver the One Sword Overturning City, Wen Zhiyi.
“Wait, City Lord!”
When Chu Xisheng saw a white shadow at the palace gate, his expression imdiately relaxed.
Fortunately, he made it in ti.
Chu Xisheng hurriedly increased his tunneling speed, landing like a streak of light in front of Wen Zhiyi.
“Please, City Lord, hold on, you forgot sothing.”
Behind Wen Zhiyi, Zhangsun Bingquan frowned deeply. He ca to his senses, his eyes watchfully looking at Chu Xisheng.
What is this bastard intending? What’s he looking for his mother for again?
Zhangsun Bingquan felt utterly helpless.
He sensed a clear abnormal emotion Wen Zhiyi had towards Chu Xisheng.
And also sensed Chu Xisheng’s ill intentions.
Yet Zhangsun Bingquan was powerless.
Wen Zhiyi didn’t care about him and wouldn’t listen to him either.
“What is it?”
Wen Zhiyi looked at the green stone in Chu Xisheng’s hand, his expression then turned clear: “Divine Contract Stele?”
Chu Xisheng nodded: “City Lord needs to drip a drop of blood into this thing, not Lifebound Essence Blood, ordinary blood will do. Only in this way can it coordinate with the Secret Technique for long-distance communication.”
Within these five days, it wasn’t that he didn’t do anything.
Aside from the daily cultivation, Chu Xisheng not only worked hard to refine the green stone with Essence Blood but also learned its application from the Divine Turtle Wanderer.
Wen Zhiyi cast a complex look at the green stone in Chu Xisheng’s hand.
He first gestured with his sleeve, signaling Zhangsun Bingquan and others to back off and maintain a distance.
Wen Zhiyi then spoke in a concentrating voice: “Sir——”
“The City Lord can just call Xisheng,” Chu Xisheng smiled, his expression natural and generous, his deanor bright and sunny.
Wen Zhiyi’s lips hidden behind the face mask slightly curved up, her voice distinctly lighter by three degrees: “Xisheng, the Two Books of Precepts contain the Power of Precepts, do you know what kind of power this Divine Contract Stele represents?”
Upon hearing this, Chu Xisheng looked thoughtful: “Contract?”
“Indeed, it’s the power of contract.”
Wen Zhiyi nodded slightly: “The initial Heavenly Emperor refined this treasure and established the divine contract covenant. Anyone who records their blood within and leaves their na on the stele will be bound by the divine contract.
In the glorious days of the Heavenly Court, countless Gods had their nas engraved upon it. This is why the Heavenly Gods covet it so much, and why Yang God Haotian would stop at nothing to retrieve it.”
Chu Xisheng’s expression gradually grew serious.
He understood why the Divine Turtle Wanderer ntioned this item could balance the Gods.
If Wen Zhiyi leaves her blood on the stele, she may be subject to his control in the future.
If this stele fragnt were to fall into another’s hands, it would pose a considerable threat to Wen Zhiyi, big or small.
What is the Divine Turtle Wanderer’s intent in having them drip their blood into the stele?
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