The ancient bronze sword hanging on the wall is very old, and its surface is covered with green copper rust. Even the sword body and scabbard are covered with rust.

Rather than calling it an ancient sword, it is better to call it a rusty bronze stick. But in Shen Yuan's eyes, such an unremarkable ancient sword is the source of the cold and gloomy aura in the entire mansion.

At the rust-covered hilt of the ancient sword, one can vaguely see a pattern beneath the mottled rust that is completely different from that of the entire ancient sword. With just a few strokes, a majestic dragon is outlined.

This footless dragon coiled on the sword guard with its eyes closed as if it was sleeping. With every breath it took, a large amount of cold and gloomy air was constantly inhaled and exhaled.

The cold and gloomy air continued to erode the surrounding space, and the entire mansion was covered by its domain.

The haggard state that Mr. Fu is in at this moment seems to be caused by this ancient bronze sword.

Shen Yuan frowned and was about to stretch out his hand to take the ancient bronze sword, but before his hand touched the ancient bronze sword, a clear sword chant came from the rusty scabbard.

In an instant, an invisible sword light accompanied by a sword chant suddenly fell from the ancient bronze sword. Shen Yuan only had time to use the Qi refining method to control his essence to resist. The sword light easily broke through Shen Yuan's defense, leaving a scar on the palm of his hand.

"What a ferocious sword!" Shen Yuan's face showed a serious look.

Shen Yuan retracted his outstretched right hand, and the scar left by the flow of essence healed rapidly without even a drop of blood seeping out.

Even so, Shen Yuan began to feel wary of this ancient bronze sword.

The spiritual energy tide has just returned. Even if some hidden sects have preserved precious magic weapons, the current environment can hardly support the magic weapons to display their power.

At this moment, this ancient bronze sword can actually absorb and exhale the meager spiritual energy in the world, creating a cold and gloomy air field that covers the entire villa. When Shen Yuan reaches out to touch it, it can even counterattack itself, which is enough to show its extraordinary power.

"It can still retain such power after the spiritual energy has been exhausted for three thousand years. If this sword was at its peak, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be qualified to get close to it."

"Magic weapon? Spiritual treasure? Or a higher level Taoist weapon?"

Shen Yuan couldn't help but feel a little curious about the origin of the ancient bronze sword.

In the several diaries that Shen Yuan obtained in Luoyun Cave, someone mentioned the classification of the quality of magic weapons in the cultivation world ten thousand years ago. From bottom to top, they are magic tools, magic treasures, spiritual treasures, Taoist tools, and immortal magic weapons that only exist in legends.

Magical instruments are the limit of what ordinary practitioners can access. Magical treasures and spiritual treasures are all in the hands of high-level cultivators who roam the world.

Even though the Luoyun Sect gave birth to a powerful earthly immortal ten thousand years ago, its most precious treasure is nothing more than a Taoist artifact called the Xuanwei Daolu that has been enshrined for thousands of years.

The ancient bronze sword before us has survived an era of spiritual energy depletion and still retains such power. I imagine its quality must be extraordinary.

During the time when Shen Yuan was trying to take down the ancient bronze sword to no avail, everyone in the Fu family also recovered from their previous shock and rushed to the room on the second floor one after another.

With the previous lesson, Fu Jian naturally did not dare to offend Shen Yuan again. Instead, he turned around and signaled Fu Hua to negotiate with Shen Yuan.

Fu Hua walked to Shen Yuan's side and asked cautiously, "Mr. Shen, how is my father's condition?"

Fu Hua was interrupted by Shen Yuan before he could finish his words.

"Mr. Fu is not ill. It is the ancient bronze sword hanging on the wall that caused his illness."

"Ancient bronze sword?"

Fu Hua couldn't help but be stunned, and followed Shen Yuan's gaze to look at the wall.

"Is the ancient bronze sword you mentioned in this room?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Shen Yuan frowned and immediately had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Can't you see the ancient sword on the wall?"

Fu Hua shook his head blankly, and the other members of the Fu family behind him all looked at the wall with puzzled eyes.

Shen Yuan's scolding just now made them realize that Shen Yuan was extraordinary, so they did not doubt Shen Yuan. But in their sight, there was no decoration on the wall, let alone the ancient bronze sword that Shen Yuan mentioned.

"Things seem to be getting interesting."

Shen Yuan took a meaningful look at the ancient bronze sword on the wall, then glanced at everyone in the Fu family.

Although this ancient bronze sword is quite mysterious, it has been severely damaged and definitely has no ability to appear in this room out of thin air. Someone must have brought it here on their own initiative.

In the test just now, even Shen Yuan, who had already entered the middle stage of refining essence, was unable to take down this ancient bronze sword, let alone for ordinary people to touch it.

Therefore, the person who brought the ancient bronze sword must have mastered some method to avoid the harm of the ancient sword, and may even be able to control the ancient sword to a certain extent.

Shen Yuan's gaze was like a sharp sword piercing people's hearts. Any little thoughts seemed to be exposed under Shen Yuan's sight. Everyone who saw his gaze subconsciously lowered their heads and dared not look at him.

In the crowd, a man tried to calm his breathing, but his accelerating heartbeat betrayed him.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for Shen Yuan's reply.

But unexpectedly, Shen Yuan just glanced at everyone and then walked towards Mr. Fu's bed.

Shen Yuan put his index fingers together and gently tapped the forehead of the unconscious Mr. Fu. After a quick inspection, he said indifferently:

"This room is not safe. Let's prepare to move Mr. Fu out first. Your Fu family should have other residences in Wencheng, right?"

"Yes, yes!"

Fu Hua quickly agreed, and then asked everyone to prepare to take Mr. Fu out of the room.

Just as everyone was preparing to help the unconscious Mr. Fu away, Mr. Fu, who was lying on the sickbed, suddenly opened his eyes weakly.

"You guys, what are you doing?"

An old voice came out from his throat, like the creaking sound of a damaged wooden door, harsh and sharp, with a sense of decay.

"Mr. Shen came to see you and helped you find the cause of your illness. Everything can be solved as long as you move away from here."

Fu Hua explained patiently.

"Leave?" Mr. Fu's voice suddenly became sharper, and a bit of ferocity appeared on his old face.

"I'm not! I don't want to leave here. I can already feel that I'm getting better."

Mr. Fu's refusal was unusually firm, and Fu Hua looked at Shen Yuan with embarrassment.

"Mr. Shen, can you please not leave here?"

Shen Yuan smiled and nodded, but the next moment he suddenly stretched out his right hand, grabbed the sick old man Fu's head, and smashed it heavily on the solid wooden bedside.

A big hole was smashed in the solid wood bed. The huge noise almost made the whole room tremble, and then the frightened voices of Fu's family members were rang out.

"stop!"

"What are you doing?"

"Let go of the old man!"

Shen Yuan was not moved at all. He just looked at the head buried in the broken wood and asked with a smile:

"How long are you going to keep pretending?"