Chapter 37: Sword Spirits Will Never Be Slaves Unless They Provide Food and Housing
“No more.”
Chen Zhixing spread his hands.
He could clearly sense that the aura emanating from the Sword Spirit Qing Zhi had already reached the Clear Realm from the Void Realm! "Okay." Sword Spirit Qing Zhi nodded somewhat disappointedly.
"Don't worry, after we come back from southern Xinjiang, I'll let you eat as much as you want." Chen Zhixing said with a smile.
"real?"
In an instant, the sword spirit Qing Zhi couldn't help but his eyes lit up and he cheered.
"Of course it's true." Chen Zhixing smiled.
It seems that the sword spirit Qing Zhi has existed for an extremely long time, but in fact he spends most of the time in deep sleep.
His character is similar to that of a young girl.
Immediately.
Chen Zhixing flipped his right hand, and a black sword case appeared in his hand.
The entire sword box is made of black gold dragon sandalwood, and is covered with nine-sky star sand, engraved with simple formations that nourish the soul.
This is a treasure specially used to nurture divine weapons!
This sword box alone is worth a fortune! "Is this for me?"
The sword spirit Qing Zhi stared blankly at the sword box.
"Of course, who else should I give it to if not you?" Chen Zhixing raised his eyebrows.
The sword spirit Qing Zhi looked at the sword box, then looked at Chen Zhixing who looked as if it was a matter of course, and he could no longer control his emotions and burst into tears with a "wow".
"Woo woo woo, when I followed Ye Chen before, I didn't even have a scabbard, let alone a sword box. I, the great Immortal Sword Spirit, was wrapped in a rag bag, exposed to the wind and rain all day long."
"They eat broken copper and iron and live in rags"
The sword spirit Qing Zhi could no longer hold back and vented all the grievances in his heart.
"I was so good to him, I risked my life to protect him several times, but he treated me like this"
The sword spirit Qing Zhi felt more and more aggrieved the more he thought about it, and in the end, he burst into tears.
Chen Zhixing was stunned for a moment, not quite sure how to respond.
He had no choice but to reach out and touch the hilt of the sword, and said as if he was coaxing a child: "Okay, okay, don't cry, be good."
"Follow me from now on, and I'll make sure you have delicious food and drinks."
The sword spirit Qing Zhi sobbed twice, then gritted his teeth and said, "Where is Ye Chen's body? If I don't chop him twice more, I won't be able to calm down the anger in my heart!"
Chen Zhixing touched his nose, speechless.
Are all women so vengeful?
"His body has long been fed to the dogs." Chen Zhixing replied casually.
"That's really a bargain for him!"
The sword spirit Qing Zhi snorted coldly, then looked at Chen Zhixing. He had made up his mind completely to hold on to Chen Zhixing and do things according to his instructions.
The next moment.
The sword spirit Qing Zhi jumped up and fell into the sword box.
She suddenly felt as if she was in a warm ocean. Threads of power that nourished her soul surged in from all directions, slowly repairing and nourishing her soul.
“It’s nice to have money.”
Qing Zhi sighed happily in his heart.
Click.
Chen Zhixing closed the sword case and walked out of the secret room step by step.
"Could this be called a sword spirit that will never be a slave, unless it provides food and shelter?"
He couldn't help but think secretly.
The second day.
early morning.
The sound of bells and drums resounded throughout the misty Ziwei Mountain.
In an instant, all nine peaks of Ziwei Mountain were in an uproar.
One by one, the young men who were practicing opened their eyes.
“Here it comes!”
The ninth peak is the mountain where the descendants of the Chen family live.
A young man with purple hair suddenly opened his eyes.
In his eyes, countless great runes flashed by.
"Has the Southern Border Trial finally begun?"
He just flashed and walked out of the house.
This time, he wants to let the Chen family see who is the real hidden dragon of the Chen family!
Seventh Peak.
A thousand-foot waterfall cascades down from the top of the peak, hitting the bluestone of the pool, splashing huge water.
This is Ziwei Chen's family, a famous scenic spot called Qianzhangsi.
At this moment, under the Qianzhangsi Waterfall.
A young man with disheveled hair and naked upper body, revealing a well-proportioned body of muscles, was standing under the waterfall with his head lowered, holding two swords, letting the waterfall, which was powerful enough to shatter the green rocks, crash over him.
He remained motionless.
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"It's been ten years, and it's finally about to begin."
He slowly raised his head, revealing a shocking face.
His entire face was covered with hideous centipede-like markings.
His name is Chou'er.
Chen Chou'er.
Just because he was born ugly, his father, who was known as a great leader, just took one look at him, called him ugly boy, and threw him to the Seventh Peak where the servants lived.
For sixteen years, his father never came to see him again.
At the beginning, his father asked the servant in charge of miscellaneous duties about his situation.
But ever since his father gave birth to Chen Jia Qianlong, a Nine Ancient Pattern Master, it seemed as if he had completely forgotten about him.
Even when he took the initiative to go to the First Peak several times to ask for a meeting, he was directly driven out of the First Peak.
He was even afraid that Qianlong's son would think too much, so he sent someone to threaten him severely, not to tell anyone about their father-son relationship! And all this was just because he was ugly! Just because his mother was just a servant! [You don't think that just because you gave birth to a son for me, you can step onto the big ship of the Chen family, right? ]
[Let me tell you, our Chen family does not have such a lowly and ugly bloodline! You are not worthy of being my son, Chen Tianxiong! ]
[Be honest and stay at the Seventh Peak. I will allow you to stay at the Chen family forever. If I hear any rumors, don't blame me for being ruthless! ]
The sarcastic words that Chen Tianxiong had someone pass on to him and his mother kept echoing in Chen Chouer's mind.
Chen Chou'er's hand, which was holding the hilt of the sword, made a crackling sound and the veins on his hands were exposed because he was holding it too tightly.
"Chen Tianxiong!!!"
He uttered a name through gritted teeth.
The next moment.
He took a deep breath and his face gradually returned to calm.
"Mother, please watch carefully in heaven as I carry your spirit tablet to the Chen family ancestral temple step by step."
Immediately, he turned his head to look in the direction of the first peak, a low laugh came from his throat, and his whole face looked particularly hideous because of the smile.
"Chen Zhaosheng, the young king, right?"
"Very good, this time I will defeat you in front of everyone and let the entire Chen family see who is the hope for the future of the Chen family!"
"The blood of the Chen family also flows in my body!!"
Chen Chou'er's eyes were full of burning heat.
at the same time.
The first peak, on top of the mountain.
Chen Zhaosheng stood with his hands behind his back, the invisible majesty between his brows becoming increasingly profound, as if he was a true king, making people dare not look directly at him.
His gaze swept across the nine peaks of Ziwei one by one, and finally landed on the third peak.
"My brother, I really want to see how long you will continue to hide."
"What level of cultivation have you reached? Is it the same as mine, at the Enlightenment Realm?"
Chen Zhaosheng's face was calm, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was conversing with someone across the air.
No one can see it.
Deep in his eyes, a spark of excitement was quietly blooming.
[Thanks to all the big guys for their monthly tickets, and thanks to Fengyouzhiling for the 500-coin reward. Thank you very much. ]
(End of this chapter)