Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

You should know that when Wang Mei served Su Chen as his spirit slave, it wasn't just a matter of serving him like this.

Massaging feet and backs, calling them lowly slaves and lewd slaves.

This is why Wang Mei is not in the upper realm and has no spirit slave to serve her comfortably.

Lin Wanwan is now at the Refinement stage, and is probably already considered a top-tier cultivator in the lower realms.

Luoyan City must be unimaginably magnificent.

At this point, he felt at ease about his fellow Daoists.

But Wang Mei, this spirit slave...

From this perspective, Lu Yao needs to be properly disciplined.

Otherwise, they wouldn't even qualify to be spirit slaves.

As the lord of the City of Never-Night Demons, he was completely oblivious to social cues.

It has consistently held a high position.

That must have been tough on her...

What if it's driven by one's own combat power?

There's absolutely no chance.

After all, cultivators who have reached the Void Refinement stage are not considered great cultivators in this world.

Lu Yao's methods were actually inferior to even one of those two corpse puppets.

Upon seeing this woman, Su Chen was reminded of his disciple.

If this genius, who is skilled in appraising treasures, were to one day reach the Upper Realm, who knows what might happen to him...?

The door to the side room was closed again.

Su Chen leaned against the window frame, gazing at the clouds disturbed by the sound of the bell.

In truth, there was some connection between Master Hongfu and Su Chen.

From this, one can comprehend the dual cultivation techniques and the power of heavenly tribulation.

It even caused Su Chen's cultivation level to rise significantly.

Ultimately, there's an inexplicable connection between him and Master Hongfu.

The two were not enemies.

But once they reach the Spirit Realm, whether this powerful being at the Integration Stage will still treat Su Chen as a junior is anyone's guess.

It doesn't matter if we can't say for sure.

No matter how you place Lu Yao's chess piece, it will be useful.

The fact that he was able to get someone out of the clutches of the Integration Elder is enough for Master Hongfu to weigh Su Chen's current importance in the Haori Sect.

Let's think about it one more layer deeper.

Hong Fu joined the Demon Spirit Sect mostly because she had just arrived in the Spirit Realm and had no relatives or friends, so she had no choice but to find a backer.

Those whose foundation is unstable are most lacking in external support.

There may be times when they join forces in the future.

Besides, Lu Yao was originally someone brought up by Hong Fu. Su Chen saved her, so Hong Fu had to acknowledge this favor, whether she wanted to or not.

As for whether the person will be returned...

Su Chen chuckled.

Once something is in Su's hands, there's no reason to give it back.

However, Su Chen was truly unaware that he had torn through the void using the Spring and Autumn Escape Brush.

Can what is absorbed be released?

If we could get those two corpse puppets of the Heavenly Capital Master out.

It should be given to Hong Fu...

A crane swept past the window, its wingtips brushing against the clouds, flapped twice, and landed on the opposite peak.

Su Chen stared at it for a long time, not knowing what he was looking at. When he came back to his senses, he remembered that the window was still open, so he closed it halfway.

The lamp wick crackled and popped.

The ever-burning lamp in the side hall burned for three nights, and the lamp oil was almost half gone.

Su Chen sat cross-legged on the futon, the broken sword resting across his knees.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the Immaculate Sword Embryo slowly emitted a shimmering white light, and strands of sword intent flowed out along the meridians, enveloping the broken blade.

Rust is removed layer by layer.

The first night, the outermost rust was removed, revealing the dark blue spine of the sword underneath.

On the second night, the ancient patterns on the sword's spine appeared, as fine as gossamer threads, winding all the way to the break.

By the third night, the entire blade of the sword was so bright that it could reflect a person's image.

The only exception is the broken edge.

Su Chen pressed his fingertip against the jagged edge, his brows slowly furrowing.

A wisp of death energy clung to it.

The sword intent surged several times, but could not be dispelled.

When the power of the heavenly tribulation pressed down, the deathly aura retreated slightly, but as soon as the power of the heavenly tribulation withdrew, it wrapped back up as if it had taken root.

Finally, when he and Wang Yuyan returned to the Qingzhou Continent.

But they obtained that extraterrestrial meteorite.

That stuff is a rare find; even in the spirit realm, divine iron used for forging magical artifacts is hard to come by.

Having promised Wang Yuyan, the two of them each forged a suitable spirit sword.

But it hasn't been fulfilled yet.

If only we could...

"Lu Yao".

The door to the side room opened in response.

Lu Yao leaned down and brought her nose close to the broken edge. She took a sniff, and her expression changed.

"Ancient battlefield".

"That's the smell of death in that place. Lu Yao was chased there for days and nights, there's no mistake."

Su Chen nodded and waved for Lu Yao to leave.

With a thought, a wisp of spatial law power traveled from his palm into the sword.

The sword hummed and trembled.

The first one went in smoothly.

The second and third batches also entered, and a faint light shone from the ancient patterns on the spine of the sword.

If you pour any more in, it won't go in.

The spatial power leaked out from the break, creating a fine ripple in the void before smoothing out again.

%.

All told, this sword can only hold 30% of its capacity.

Su Chen turned the sword over and stared at the broken edge, lost in thought.

If it's missing half, it naturally won't be able to hold its contents.

It's like a chipped bowl; no matter how much water you pour in, it will all flow out through the crack.

Liu Yu arrived at noon.

Before anyone even stepped inside, a musty smell of old paper and ink wafted in.

"Uncle-Master! We've found it!"

Liu Yu was carrying a stack of family records in his arms, and there was still a clump of dust on his forehead. It was unknown how long he had been hiding in some corner of the library.

The stack of books was placed on the table, and the spine of the top book was torn, with several pages slipping out.

Liu Yu hurriedly picked up a page riddled with holes from insects, and without even looking at it, casually tucked it into the page she was currently turning to as a bookmark.

Many days later, Liu Yu remembered that there seemed to be a few words written on that tattered piece of paper. She turned the entire stack of records upside down, but she could never find that page again.

"Bone Peak, more than four thousand years ago."

Liu Yu licked her fingers and turned the pages one by one.

"There was a sword elder whose name was eaten away by insects, leaving only half of his surname."

"That was also a war between the righteous and the demonic, and this elder perished on the ancient battlefield."

"The body was not recovered."

"The fellow disciples only retrieved half of the broken sword and buried it at the Sword Burial Slope."

Su Chen tapped his knuckles on the spine of the sword.

"What about the other half?"

It's not written in the genealogy.

Liu Yu closed the book and lowered her voice.

"But on my way here, I met an old steward who guards the scripture pavilion on Bone Peak."

"The old deacon said that the place where that elder perished is now..."

Liu Yu swallowed.

"It's now part of the Demon Spirit Sect's territory."

As soon as she said it, Liu Yu stared at Su Chen's expression.

If my uncle wants to find the other half of the sword, he will have to make a trip to the territory of the demonic path.

If I can come along on this trip, it will be a real merit in the sect in the future.

But what kind of place is the Demonic Realm?

There were countless demons at the Fusion Realm everywhere. If Liu Yu, with his meager cultivation, were to break in, not even a bone fragment would remain.

"If my martial uncle has any requests, I will gladly die for him!"

Liu Yu straightened his chest and spoke with a firm and powerful voice.

My mind had already taken seven or eight turns.

You have to follow along.

It would be best to stop outside the territory of the Demon Spirit Sect, guard the retreat route for your uncle, and deliver a message.

I'll share half the credit and take no risks whatsoever.

Su Chen glanced at Liu Yu but didn't expose her.

"Go back and rest first."

"Remember to wipe off that grime on your face."

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