Shen Yuan, who had just put the ancient bronze sword into the space porcelain bottle, was stunned. Looking at the font on the system interface in front of him, he felt that his brain was a little malfunctioning at this moment.

"The Immortal Sword of the Candle Dragon? The Sword Master? The Disha Magical Power?"

Just when Shen Yuan's mind was full of question marks, the old man who occupied Grandpa Fu's body in front of him suddenly turned extremely pale. Shen Yuan trapped the ancient bronze sword with a space porcelain bottle, which seemed to have a serious impact on him.

His face turned pale, the old man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, losing his voice.

The Fu family had already run out of the room as soon as they encountered danger. In the ruined bedroom, only Shen Yuan was left standing there with a slight twitch on his face.

"Wait a minute, let me sort out the prompts of this artificial intelligence system."

“The system prompt said that I defeated the Sword Master and gained the recognition of the Candle Dragon Immortal Sword.

This means that the old man in front of me who stole Mr. Fu's body is the so-called sword master, and the ancient sword that I directly put into the porcelain bottle space and was about to rust into a bronze stick is the Zhulong Immortal Sword. "

Shen Yuan first looked at Mr. Fu lying on the ground, then carefully recalled the appearance of the Zhulong Immortal Sword, and suddenly felt that the style of the plot was a bit strange.

"Normally speaking, shouldn't this plot be a normal urban family struggle plot? I turned the tide, eliminated the foreign enemies, saved Mr. Fu, and then received gratitude from the entire Fu family?

However, I just beat up an old, weak and disabled person who barely stepped into the realm of refining essence, and then forcibly snatched a bronze fire stick that could only exert the power of a magic weapon at best. I turned the plot into a battle between cultivators and became the peerless swordsman who defeated the sword master? "

"This so-called sword master and immortal sword are too cheap, aren't they?"

Even though he had experienced the operation of the artificial intelligence system, Shen Yuan couldn't help but complain about what happened.

At this moment, the porcelain bottle in Shen Yuan's hand trembled slightly. Seeing this, Shen Yuan quickly threw the porcelain bottle to the corner of the room.

Although Shen Yuan deliberately maintained a stable space, the porcelain bottle itself was not a real spiritual object after all, and could not carry the space opened up by Hu Tian's magical power for a long time.

Space cracks exploded at this moment, but what was different from the past was that the space cracks that cut through everything actually encountered an opponent at this moment.

The seemingly ordinary bronze fire stick actually withstood the cutting of the space crack. The dark space crack couldn't even cut off the rust on the surface of the bronze fire stick, and it quickly disappeared in the world's self-repair.

The Zhulong Immortal Sword smashed to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Shen Yuan looked at the Zhulong Immortal Sword. When he saw that the space crack was still intact, Shen Yuan finally believed the name in the system prompt.

He reached out to touch the Zhulong Immortal Sword. Now that it had lost the control of an outsider, the Zhulong Immortal Sword did not emit any defensive sword energy, but was easily held in Shen Yuan's palm like an ordinary object.

A heavy feeling spread from Shen Yuan's palm to his whole body. Holding the Zhulong Immortal Sword in his hand, Shen Yuan felt as if he was being watched by a ferocious beast, releasing invisible pressure all the time.

However, the pressure from the Zhulong Immortal Sword was not that strong. Shen Yuan adapted to the pressure after just a little contact and reached out to touch the rusty ancient sword in his hand.

The battle in the room had ended long ago, and the Fu family members carefully peeked into the room from the door.

Fu Hua first saw the house that was destroyed by the old man’s attack. The collapsed ground and walls almost turned the room into ruins. The destructive power was so alarming that it was beyond the scope of human beings.

But only in front of Shen Yuan, both the flying gravel and the cracks stopped, like an invisible barrier dividing the room.

The palm-sized black and white kitten was now squatting on Shen Yuan's shoulder, while Shen Yuan held an ancient bronze sword in both hands, his fingertips slowly brushing across the mottled rust, and a faint ancient and vicissitudes of life charm emanated from Shen Yuan.

Ancient time was precipitated in Shen Yuan's eyes. Fu Hua's heart was beating wildly, and an extremely bold idea flashed through his mind.

"Mr. Shen is not from this era!"

Shen Yuan naturally had no intention of exploring Fu Hua's psychological activities. At this moment, he had focused all his attention on the Zhulong Immortal Sword.

He could feel that the Zhulong Immortal Sword had not taken any measures to preserve itself during the thousands of years when its spiritual energy was depleted, and what it had lost was far more than just the replenishment of spiritual energy.

Even as a precious immortal sword, it is difficult to survive the long years.

Over thousands of years, the quality of the Zhulong Immortal Sword has continued to decline, from a true immortal sword to a bronze fire stick that can at best only exert the power of a magic weapon. The gap between the two is simply a world of difference.

The rules of the era when spiritual energy was exhausted turned into mottled rust that blocked the essence of the Zhulong Immortal Sword. The exhausted spiritual energy squeezed the foundation of the sword, causing it to completely lose its former divine power.

It is precisely because of this that the Zhulong Immortal Sword was used by a mere old fellow who had just entered the realm of refining essence, and was easily trapped by Shen Yuan in a space porcelain bottle.

If it was during his peak period, even a real paradise on earth, the Immortal Sword of Candle Dragon could be cut down with one sword, not to mention the small space opened up by Shen Yuan.

Therefore, the drop in the grade of the Zhulong Immortal Sword is actually a good thing for Shen Yuan. If it were a real immortal sword, he would not even be qualified to touch it, let alone defeat the sword master.

With this thought, Shen Yuan finally began to realize the greatest use of his artificial intelligence system.

“For me, ten thousand years later, even joining a sect in the novice guide has become harder than ascending to heaven. This is the change brought about by the passage of ten thousand years.

But at the same time, some tasks that were extremely difficult ten thousand years ago have now become something that can be accomplished with hands.”

“For example, to become the suzerain, I just wrote my name on the suzerain list, and became the suzerain without anyone objecting.

He only killed an old, weak and sick man with a bronze fire stick, and he completed his mission of defeating the Sword Master and became a peerless swordsman.

This kind of deviation can completely become an opportunity for me to use the system to obtain hidden rewards later!"

Realizing this, even Shen Yuan, with his temperament, couldn't help but feel ecstatic.

The two hidden achievements that he completed accidentally gave him two earthly magical powers, which were supreme treasures that led directly to the path of becoming an immortal.

If he could continue to complete hidden achievements in a similar way in the future, it would definitely bring greater surprises to Shen Yuan.

This inspiration is even more important than the Zhulong Immortal Sword that Shen Yuan has obtained.

Just as Shen Yuan was concentrating on thinking, Bai Xue, who was lying on Shen Yuan's shoulder, looked at the Zhulong Immortal Sword carefully, with her little brows furrowed as if she was puzzled about something.

Then Bai Xue stretched out her little claws and gently touched the Zhulong Immortal Sword in Shen Yuan's hand. A barely perceptible stream of light merged into the Zhulong Immortal Sword.

The next moment, the Zhulong Immortal Sword trembled slightly, followed by a painful howl, and an ugly soul with a face as if corroded by sulfuric acid appeared from the Zhulong Immortal Sword.