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Chen Li's words struck like a heavy hammer, landing hard on Xuanjizi's heart. He sat dejectedly on the ground, his murky eyes losing focus, as if trapped in distant memories. The tormenting recollections of being tormented by the Blood Fiend Sect gnawed at his mind day and night, like a festering wound.
The grotesque crimson spider patterns on his arm seemed to come alive, writhing restlessly beneath his skin, sending waves of piercing pain through him. After a long while, Xuanjizi let out a deep sigh, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows: "Enough, enough. Old Madam has practiced for so many years, yet you two little brats have more Dao Heart than I do."
He chuckled bitterly to himself; it was no wonder he could only hide here, tormented day after day by this Blood Sacrifice Spider, nearly consumed by despair. He lifted his head and fixed his gaze on Chen Li and Shen Qingyue, a flicker of unmasked hatred in his eyes: "Since you want to go, Old Madam will accompany you. The Blood Fiend Sect has taken enough from me over the years; it's time to collect some interest."
Chen Li and Shen Qingyue exchanged glances, surprise evident in their eyes. "Senior, are you willing to tell us?" They had thought convincing Xuanjizi would take considerable effort, but he had agreed so readily.
Xuanjizi waved his hand dismissively, looking embarrassed. "Don't call me Senior; although I'm old, I can't bear that title. Just call me Xuanjizi."
"Senior Xuanjizi," Shen Qingyue still habitually addressed him as such.
Xuanjizi smiled helplessly but did not correct her again. He stood up, dusting off his clothes, and looked at the two with concern: "The Blood Fiend Sect is no joke; one misstep could cost you your lives. If you're determined to go rescue someone from the Blood Fiend Sect, do you have any preparations?"
At this, Chen Li turned his gaze toward the many Ninth Grade Students in the distance who were searching for magical artifacts. He earnestly asked, "Senior, if we are going to save our mother, shouldn't we also find a suitable spirit sword for our escape?"
In the demon realm, if they wanted to rescue their mother unharmed, they certainly could not afford to linger in battle; they needed to run fast.
Xuanjizi nodded. "Of course. With just the three of us, managing to rescue someone would already be a stretch; we certainly can't afford to linger."
As he spoke, he stroked his messy beard and sighed: "Ah! If you truly have great luck and can find the life spirit sword left by the Holy Emperor within Spirit Sword Mountain and gain its recognition, then escaping would be no problem at all. Unfortunately..." He shook his head again with a sigh. "Unfortunately, no one has been able to gain the Holy Emperor's spirit sword's recognition for hundreds of years; obtaining it will be harder than climbing to the heavens."
Then he followed Chen Li's gaze into the distance and seemed to remember something. He looked at them with a strange expression and asked: "By the way, what year are you students in?"
Chen Li smiled faintly, a hint of youthful pride in his tone: "We're First Year students."
Xuanjizi widened his eyes, feeling as if his entire being had gone numb. He had lived for so long and had never heard of First Year students being able to enter Spirit Sword Mountain to seek the spirit sword! When did the threshold for Spirit Sword Mountain become so low?
He opened his mouth dryly, struggling to regain his voice after a long pause. "First Year? You dare come to Spirit Sword Mountain? Aren't you afraid of being harmed by the sword aura and dying here?"
Chen Li lifted his gaze slightly. "Aren't we fine? Besides, if we don't come, you'll probably end up as a puppet after today."
Xuanjizi awkwardly swallowed and fell silent. This little brat had such a sharp tongue! Could they even have a conversation today?
Chen Li seemed unfazed by the topic. His eyes sparkled as he stared intently at the void before him, muttering to himself, "Senior, what you mean is that as long as we find a Holy Scroll, we can save my mother, right?"
Xuanjizi looked at Chen Li in disbelief, secretly mocking him. How could you even think that? The Holy Emperor's spirit sword was a divine artifact that countless geniuses from the Imperial Academy over the centuries had failed to master. And here were two little kids foolishly hoping for its recognition? What a pipe dream!
He sighed and explained helplessly, "The Holy Emperor's Spirit Sword is not so easily obtained. It possesses its own spirit and will only choose those who are fated with it. Over the centuries, countless exceptionally talented individuals have returned empty-handed. You might as well give it a try; it won't cost you anything."
Chen Li interrupted Xuanjizi eagerly, looking excited. He turned to Shen Qingyue and asked, "Xiao Yue, do you want to give it a try?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Qingyue smiled slightly and dashed out first. Although she appeared weak and harmless on the surface, deep down she possessed an indomitable spirit. For her mother, Shen Wanzhou, she was determined to give it a shot!
Watching the siblings rush out one after another, Xuanjizi felt a mix of emotions. He was both worried for their safety and unable to suppress a flicker of hope for them.
Could these two children really create a miracle?
The Mystic Shield beneath Chen Li and Shen Qingyue dissipated, and they stepped into the swirling sword energy.
The fierce sword energy rushed toward them in an instant. Shen Qingyue frowned slightly, and a trace of Empress pressure was uncontrollably released.
Suddenly, the frenzied sword energy seemed startled, halting mid-air, trembling like a group of small beasts caught in the gaze of a fierce tiger, too afraid to move an inch.
In the end, not a single sword dared to approach Shen Qingyue, creating a bizarre vacuum around her.
The surrounding Ninth Grade Students were momentarily stunned, casting strange glances at Shen Qingyue.
It was unclear who shouted first, but soon someone called out, "Quick, choose your swords!"
As soon as the words left their mouth, all the students reacted, setting aside their astonishment at the strange scene and hurriedly grabbing their spirit swords.
Wasn't it said that the stronger one's cultivation, the more likely the spirit sword would choose them?
Shen Qingyue looked at the encroaching sword energy with some confusion and turned to Chen Li.
Seeing this, Chen Li couldn't help but chuckle lightly. "Xiao Yue, brute force isn't always the answer. Watch me!"
His words sparked a hint of curiosity in Shen Qingyue.
The Ninth Grade Students who had already obtained their spirit swords retreated a short distance, watching Chen Li with great interest, secretly speculating: "If Shen Qingyue is that impressive, maybe Chen Li can surprise us too! If he can draw out a higher-tier spirit sword, we might even be able to trade for something better!"
Everyone widened their eyes, holding their breath in anticipation, waiting for Chen Li to make some big move.
Then they saw Chen Li calmly pull out... a rag?
The crowd was instantly dumbfounded.
What on earth was this kid doing? Did he think he could challenge a spirit sword with a piece of cloth? Was he here to entertain them?
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