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Shen Qingyue walked over with a puzzled expression, looking at the Broken Sword in Chen Li's hand. "Brother, is this the spirit sword you were looking for?"
Even the usually composed Xuanjizi couldn't help but furrow his brows. "Chen Li, have you made a mistake?"
In the face of everyone's bewildered gazes, Chen Li remained unfazed, smiling even brighter. He held the Broken Sword up to his eyes, examining it closely as if he were holding a rare treasure.
"Hey, great secrets lie hidden in plain sight," Chen Li said with satisfaction, "this sword is anything but an ordinary Broken Sword!"
A Ninth Grade student couldn't help but scoff. "It's just a piece of junk; do you really think it's something special?"
Chen Li shot him a sideways glance. "Senior, this is called returning to simplicity! This sword is—" He paused deliberately before enunciating each word carefully, "the Holy Emperor's Spirit Sword!"
A burst of laughter erupted around him. How could this broken sword possibly be the Holy Emperor's Spirit Sword?
People looked around, their curiosity dissipating as they began to disperse. Even Shen Qingyue shook her head and left Spirit Sword Mountain with Xuanjizi.
Watching everyone walk away, Chen Li's lips curled into a slight smile. If they didn't believe him when he spoke the truth, was it really his fault for keeping secrets?
Excitement surged within him. He suddenly thrust the Broken Sword into the ground, and a powerful surge of sword energy erupted, sending nearby stones flying.
The spirit swords that had been floating in the air now dove toward Chen Li's Broken Sword like subjects bowing before their king, emitting a series of buzzing sounds as if expressing their submission.
One sword, two swords, three swords—more and more spirit swords gathered around the Broken Sword, forming a magnificent sword formation.
The rust-covered Broken Sword began to tremble violently, producing a deep humming sound. The rust started to flake off, revealing a blade that shimmered with cold light beneath.
The broken blade slowly fused together until it transformed into a complete longsword. The entire blade was pitch black, radiating a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
The hilt of the sword was intricately carved with a lifelike black dragon, as if it could soar into the sky at any moment. An overwhelming sword intent radiated from the blade, sweeping across the entire Spirit Sword Mountain. Chen Li gripped the long sword tightly, feeling the immense power coursing through it, a smile creeping onto his lips that he couldn't suppress.
This was the true Holy Emperor's Spirit Sword!
With that, he swung the long sword fiercely, and a streak of pitch-black sword light sliced through the void, heading straight for a distant peak. A thunderous roar echoed as the mountain peak shattered, its broken edge smooth as a mirror.
After this display, Chen Li gently flicked the rusty Broken Sword in his hand and asked, "Are you willing to come with me?" The Broken Sword seemed to shake in disdain.
Chen Li helplessly spread his palms and took out two treasured Ning Lings.
What now?
In an instant, the Broken Sword flew into Chen Li's palm.
Chen Li sighed, "The world is going downhill! The spirit of the sword is not what it used to be!"
Humming a little tune, he descended the mountain while still reaching into his robe to touch the Broken Sword, which had returned to its rusty appearance, resembling a firewood stick. He pondered that this thing was quite proud; it seemed he would need to keep some Ning Ling on hand to avoid its tantrums.
At the front of Spirit Sword Mountain stood a hall surrounded by fragrant flowers that filled the air with sweetness. When Chen Li arrived at the hall, he found Shen Qingyue sitting with Xuanjizi in the courtyard. A chessboard lay before them, but neither seemed interested in playing.
Elder Li Yuanhua was also there, engaged in conversation with Xuanjizi.
"Li Elder, you too?" Chen Li greeted as he entered.
Upon seeing Chen Li, Li Yuanhua was overwhelmed with emotion, tears streaming down his face as he bent his knees to kneel. "Chen Li! Your great kindness will never be forgotten by Old Madam!"
Chen Li was startled and quickly used his spiritual power to support Li Yuanhua, laughing helplessly. "Li Elder, what are you doing? You're shortening my life!"
Li Yuanhua was so excited he could barely speak coherently. "Chen Li, you don't know! Brother Xuanjizi's alchemy skills are extraordinary! With him here, our hall's strength will reach new heights! We might even be able to refine fourth-grade pills!"
Upon hearing "Fourth-Rank Medicine," Li Yuanhua's eyes lit up, as if he were gazing at a mountain of spirit stones and endless glory.
At that moment, Xuanjizi self-deprecatingly interrupted Li Yuanhua's daydream: "Yuanhua, I'm afraid you might be disappointed."
Li Yuanhua was taken aback, his smile freezing on his face as he asked in confusion, "Senior Brother, what do you mean?"
Xuanjizi sighed and replied, "The reason I left Spirit Sword Mountain is that my time is running out. Rather than being tormented to the brink of death by the Blood Sacrifice Spider, I would prefer to accompany these two youngsters to the lair of the Blood Fiend Sect. Even if I can take down a Demon Lord, it would be worth it."
Hearing this, Chen Li forgot about Li Yuanhua and looked at Xuanjizi in confusion. "Senior, we only wanted you to help us find the lair of the Blood Fiend Sect; we didn't intend for you to go to your death!"
Xuanjizi forced a bitter smile and then spread his arms to reveal the poison marks from the Blood Sacrifice Spider. The marks resembled a gruesome tattoo, with red patterns like tiny venomous snakes crawling across Xuanjizi's entire arm, even spreading to his shoulder and neck.
"You see," Xuanjizi said heavily, "the erosion from the Blood Sacrifice Spider has spread so much that even the sword energy of Spirit Sword Mountain can't suppress it anymore. If I don't resolve this poison mark from the Blood Sacrifice Spider, I have at most one year left to live."
Li Yuanhua's face instantly turned pale.
Shen Qingyue was so shocked that she stood up abruptly.
The atmosphere grew heavy in an instant.
Chen Li swallowed hard and then furrowed his brow as he asked, "What if there is a way to resolve the poison mark from the Blood Sacrifice Spider?"
Xuanjizi smiled bitterly: "If there were a way, Old Madam's lifespan would naturally be like that of a normal Cultivator. But after all these years, even the masters from the Three Major Sects couldn't do anything; how could I possibly have hope?"
Chen Li stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Senior, don't lose heart; perhaps I have a solution."
Xuanjizi was taken aback and then smiled wryly: "Chen Li, I know your heart is kind, but this is no joking matter. The poison from the Blood Sacrifice Spider is not ordinary; you're not even nine years old—what could you possibly do?"
Chen Li waved his hand to interrupt him: "Senior, just leading us there would be greatly appreciated. Just wait; I will definitely find a way!"
Li Yuanhua looked serious and pressed on: "Chen Li, are you serious about this?"
Xuanjizi interrupted Li Yuanhua with a bitter smile: "Yuanhua, are you joining in on this nonsense too? How could such a young child like Chen Li possibly have a way to resolve the poison from the Blood Sacrifice Spider?"
Li Yuanhua shook his head and said: "Senior Brother, this kid has exceptional talent in alchemy. Previously he used ten portions of Ning Ling materials to refine a hundred Ning Ling pills, all of high purity and quality. Perhaps what he says is true."
Xuanjizi's back straightened instantly as he exclaimed in shock: "Really?"
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