Chu Zhiyuan stood in front of the Spirit Communication Pavilion, staring discontentedly at the Jade Tower before him.
The Spirit Communication Pavilion stood quietly, as if staring back at him, mocking him.
Chu Zhiyuan still didn’t activate Super Sense, just quietly observing with his naked eye.
He faintly felt a few pairs of eyes watching him from a high place.
Of course, he couldn’t reveal the existence of Super Sense at this mont.
This Spirit Communication Pavilion was indeed a bit eerie, almost as if it had intelligence.
Does it think that since I’ve obtained three Spiritual Treasures, it’s unwise to stay any longer?
He shook his head, unable to discern the mysteriousness.
The sound of fluttering clothes arose, and Lan Mingxuan and Wu Xun appeared beside him.
"Prince Consort, how is it?" The two looked at him curiously from head to toe.
Especially his hands and robe, as if looking for sothing.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "Gained a bit of reward."
The two were taken aback and hurriedly asked in surprise, "What kind of reward?!"
Chu Zhiyuan smiled without a word.
"Heh, well, it’s only natural if the Prince Consort doesn’t want to say." Wu Xun laughed.
If it were him, he wouldn’t rashly tell others about his gains either.
Lan Mingxuan said, "Did the Prince Consort obtain treasures or a Spirit Pill?"
Chu Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow, "What if it’s a Spirit Pill, what if it’s a treasure?"
"If it’s a Spirit Pill, you have to be careful," Lan Mingxuan said solemnly. "These Spirit Pills might have changed over the long years; they’re no longer suitable for consumption."
"It’s not a Spirit Pill, right?" Wu Xun said with a chuckle, "It shouldn’t be a Spirit Pill."
Chu Zhiyuan thought for a mont, and suddenly a Golden Sword appeared in his hand.
The longsword was three feet long, the sword itself purple-gold, with a muted luster, and faintly, strange patterns shifted.
Ancient and elegant, its aura was extraordinary.
"Is this..."
Lan Mingxuan and Wu Xun’s expressions changed slightly.
They weren’t looking at the sword, but at Chu Zhiyuan’s hand, hesitant expressions, as if in disbelief.
Chu Zhiyuan laughed, "I’ve always been lucky, got myself a sword, the Swift Light Sword."
"Swift Light Sword..."
The two furrowed their brows in thought, shaking their heads.
No one knew what kind of treasures were inside the Spirit Communication Pavilion, not even Fengtian Palace.
Especially the Spiritual Treasures.
These Spiritual Treasures seed to be like living creatures, always in a state of movent.
And it also depends on fate; if these spiritual objects don’t want to et you, you’ll never encounter them.
If there is fate, you still need to see if you can bear it, if you can subdue it.
In short, spiritual objects in the world are extrely rare because, nowadays, spiritual objects are hard to find, and those who can subdue and bear them are even rarer.
Chu Zhiyuan gently slashed.
The void seed to be cut open, with a faint howling sound.
The Purple Gold Sword in his hand suddenly disappeared, and he sighed, "Too bad I couldn’t stay longer."
Lan Mingxuan said bitterly, "The Spirit Communication Pavilion must have determined that Prince Consort, you’ve reached your limit and can’t bear any more treasures, so it kicked you out."
"Kicked out when reaching the limit?" Chu Zhiyuan said, "What if there’s danger?"
"There will be danger too," Wu Xun said. "At the last mont, on the brink of serious injury and death, it will also send people out."
"Quite the Spirit Tower!" Chu Zhiyuan marveled.
The two nodded lightly, "It truly is a rare Spiritual Treasure in the world."
Pocket World Spiritual Treasures are not ordinary Spiritual Treasures; there are only a few of them in the world.
Possessors of Pocket World Spiritual Treasures beco the most top-notch sects in the world.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "I haven’t been in there for a short ti, have I?"
"Half a year," Wu Xun laughed, "Prince Consort, you stayed longer than we expected."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "Heart and spirit imrsed in contemplation, unaware of the passage of ti, felt like just a blink."
"Prince Consort, your cultivation has seen progress, right?"
"Advanced a First Transition," Chu Zhiyuan said. "It was indeed a rare opportunity, so I shall take my leave."
"Please, Prince Consort." The two nodded slowly.
For half a year, the news hadn’t leaked, so it should be fine.
Fengtian Palace had already found a replacent thod.
Chu Zhiyuan asked, "Has the Candle Nether Mirror been repaired?"
"...Yes," Lan Mingxuan nodded slowly.
Chu Zhiyuan glanced at him, then at Wu Xun, noticing their solemn and serious expressions.
Raising an eyebrow, Chu Zhiyuan asked, "Did it co at a great cost?"
"Nine Venerables," Lan Mingxuan sighed. "And they were very high Realm Venerables who used Secret Techniques to repair it."
"Sacrificed nine Venerables?" Chu Zhiyuan said seriously.
Lan Mingxuan shook his head and sighed.
Wu Xun also shook his head with a grave expression.
"The cost is indeed high," Chu Zhiyuan said. "It hasn’t been completely repaired, has it?"
The two remained silent.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "How long can it last? ...Forget it, I won’t inquire anymore."
The two looked gloomy.
Chu Zhiyuan sighed, "Then use it sparingly, avoid it if possible."
"Easier said than done?" Lan Mingxuan smiled bitterly, "Guarding against the Demon Clan and the Demon Tribe is a constant challenge."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "The two gentlen aren’t aware of my abilities, are you?"
"Prince Consort, after all..."
They were indeed aware of Chu Zhiyuan’s abilities, especially his sensitivity to the Demon Clan and the Demon Tribe.
With him patrolling the surroundings, the Demon Clan and the Demon Tribe couldn’t silently approach the Imperial City.
But he is, after all, the Prince Consort, and particularly the prince of the Yujing Dynasty.
This would make all the Phoenix Dynasty’s citizens feel that the Phoenix has no one.
"Am I, after all, an outsider?" Chu Zhiyuan snorted, "Then forget it."
"The Prince Consort’s intentions, we truly appreciate," Lan Mingxuan sighed. "But sotis, things cannot be done at will."
"Utterly ridiculous." Chu Zhiyuan pouted, "The Emperor just needs to issue an Imperial Decree to praise a bit, then let the officials comnd , let the citizens feel that I’m one of them."
"Prince Consort, it’s not that simple..." Wu Xun shook his head, "After all, we are just a sect, not courtiers."
If they truly spoke of the Prince Consort as one of their own, and sothing went wrong, it would look even worse.
By then, those who spoke would be punished.
So no one would bring it up, not even the Emperor would lightly open his mouth.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "In the end, it’s the sa, so I shall take my leave then."
He originally wanted to ask if he could glance at the Candle Nether Mirror.
But seeing their attitude, he knew it was hopeless.
Even if he could repair the Candle Nether Mirror, there was no need to help them fix it.
Nine Venerables, and next ti perhaps another nine; let’s see if they can afford the sacrifice.
Continuing like this, Fengtian Palace’s strength would be greatly reduced, and the Phoenix Dynasty would also be weakened.
However, the Phoenix Dynasty was full of experts; how many Venerables there actually were was truly uncertain.
It might not truly make the Phoenix Dynasty much weaker.
"Prince Consort," Lan Mingxuan implored.
Chu Zhiyuan looked at him.
Lan Mingxuan forced a smile, "Please keep this matter confidential, Prince Consort."
"Naturally," Chu Zhiyuan sighed, "Nine Venerables... Fengtian Palace indeed made a great sacrifice, did they sacrifice their lives or cultivation?"
Lan Mingxuan said, "All their cultivation was infused into the Candle Nether Mirror."
Chu Zhiyuan let out a breath of relief, "That’s good, at least their lives were preserved, and they can restore it again."
Lan Mingxuan and Wu Xun smiled bitterly, "That is easier said than done, once their cultivation is destroyed, their lifespan shortens accordingly, almost too late to restore their cultivation."
"Spirit Pills can’t prolong their lives?"
"There’s no Spirit Pill that can extend lifespans by a hundred years."
Chu Zhiyuan hurriedly said, "The two of you weren’t planning on relying on , were you?"
Lan Mingxuan said, "Prince Consort, you are a rare genius in this world..."
Chu Zhiyuan chuckled, clasped his fists, and said, "Farewell, farewell."
In a flash, he disappeared without a trace.
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