Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family
Chapter 77 Young Master, please show mercy, I know the answer!

Chapter 77: Chapter 77 Young Master, please show mercy, I know the answer!

"Young master..."

In a void space, Sword Spirit Qingzhi looked at the chaotic cave, unable to resist opening her small mouth, her face becoming dazed.

Originally, according to her plan, this group of people was supposed to chase her into the cave, then she would use the time advantage to enter the thirty-fifth passage directly.

By then, she would disappear like a bull into the sea, and no matter how powerful these people were, they wouldn’t find her and Chen Zhixing in a short time.

By the time this group realized their divine thought investigation was fruitless and reacted by destroying the passage,

she and Chen Zhixing would have already entered the legacy land!

But now...

Qingzhi couldn’t help but rub her forehead.

"Who are you?"

"Hand over the divine sword, and I’ll spare your life!"

After being momentarily stunned, the sword cultivators swiftly reacted, shouting in low voices.

Among them, the highest in cultivation, Chai Qingchi and the Sword Sect Guardian, glanced at each other, one frowning slightly and sighing softly before shaking his head lightly.

"Forget it, it seems it’s not old man’s fate." Chai Qingchi withdrew his gaze, a hint of regret appearing on his face.

The other Sword Sect Guardian stepped forward, pondering as he spoke, "Friend, hand over the sword, and I’ll protect you as you leave safely. How about it?"

At these words.

"Not interested." Chen Zhixing shook his head.

The Sword Sect Guardian frowned at his words.

The next moment.

"Very well, this item is something our Young Sect Leader explicitly wants! Friend, I must offend you then!"

His face turned cold, spitting out a sentence, and then immediately stretched out a large hand, pressing down towards Chen Zhixing.

However, before the Sword Sect Guardian could touch Chen Zhixing.

"Innate Qi Hand!"

A massive black hand that blotted out the sky instantly formed in the air, occupying the entire spacious cave.

Then, this black hand slammed down fiercely.

"Hmm?"

The Sword Sect Guardian’s face changed slightly. In haste, he could only hurriedly raise his palm to meet the blow.

Boom!!!

In an instant, the Sword Sect Guardian felt as if a hundred mountains were pressing down on him, intense pain coursing through his arm, forcing him to stagger back three steps, each step landing with a weight of a thousand pounds, blowing three large pits in the ground below!

Boom boom boom!

The entire cave also began to rumble tremulously at this moment.

The ground shook violently, countless rocks tumbling down, and a cloud of dust filled the passage.

Amidst the swirling dust.

Chen Zhixing looked at the Sword Sect Guardian, a slight hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

In truth, ever since he broke through to the True Self Realm, he had yet to fully engage in a battle with another.

If it weren’t for fearing that the opportunity might change if delayed, he would really want to spar with this person to see the true value of the so-called True Self Realm.

"Never mind."

Shaking his head, Chen Zhixing turned around and inserted the Cyan Pheasant Sword into the vortex.

In an instant.

A tremendous suction force surged forward.

Chen Zhixing felt a blur before his eyes and disappeared from the spot.

With Chen Zhixing’s disappearance, the vortex also transformed into countless points of light, dissipating into the void.

Moments later.

The cave, which had been shaking violently, gradually returned to calm, the pervasive dust dispersed in tendrils blown away.

The Sword Sect Guardian looked displeased, glanced down at his slightly trembling right hand.

Trickles of crimson blood were flowing down his arm to his fingertip, then dripping to the ground in a line.

"True Self Realm, it should still be the True Self Realm of the Power Tao."

The Sword Sect Guardian spoke, a look of apprehension appearing on his face.

As those words landed, a commotion erupted among the crowd.

"What?"

Shanyang, Xuu Li, and others exchanged looks, seeing the astonishment in each other’s eyes.

"Brother Bai is in the True Self Realm? I was actually becoming brothers with someone in the True Self Realm?"

Shanyang’s pupils widened, his mouth slightly open.

He was a bit fearful, but more so felt a surreal sense of illusion akin to a dream or bubble.

That was the True Self Realm!

Looking out over any place in the East Profound Domain, they are undoubtedly figures of great importance!

Even within the Immortal Tao Lineage, a True Self Realm can barely assume the position of an elder!

And yet, with a character like myself, they call me brother?

Just then.

"Where’s the treasure? Where’s the treasure I wanted?"

A lazy voice resounded.

Soon after, eight sword attendants at the Peak of Divine Travel Realm surged into the cave, forcefully creating a path among the crowded sword cultivators.

A sword cultivator was just a bit slow in their movements and was instantly silenced by the sword attendant with a single slash to the throat.

In an instant, all the sword cultivators in the cave witnessed this and stood silently to the sides, as quiet as cicadas in winter.

The next moment.

A young gentleman dressed in splendid clothes and holding a jade green folding fan, without any concealment, slowly walked in from outside the cave.

"Where’s the treasure I wanted? Weren’t you going to bring it to me?"

The young gentleman in splendid clothes stood in front of the Guardian, extending his hand and said.

"Young Sect Leader, that sword has already been claimed by someone. I think maybe we should just let it go..." The Guardian hesitated, bowing as he spoke.

His thoughts were actually quite similar to Chai Qingchi’s.

If the sword hadn’t recognized its master, they could freely strive for it, but someone already possessing it means fighting for it is just robbing! Completely different in meaning.

"Taken and you can’t snatch it back? You, with your True Self Realm cultivation, still entertain such notions? Are you a humanitarian? Sticking to such rules?" The young gentleman in splendid clothes rolled his eyes, dismissively interrupting.

"This..."

The Sword Sect Guardian showed a troubled expression, "Young Sect Leader, if it were a young one without background or foundation, snatch it then so be it, but the issue is that person’s cultivation is also in the True Self Realm, and they’re even a cultivator of the Power Tao. I think since they’ve already taken it, if we go to snatch it, we might senselessly create an enemy for our Haori Sword Sect..."

Before he could finish.

The young gentleman in splendid clothes impatiently interrupted again: "Zhao Chengsheng, whether it creates an enemy for the Haori Sword Sect, is that your concern? I’m just asking you, can you not defeat that Power Tao person?"

"I... have yet to truly engage them, so I don’t know if I can." The Sword Sect Guardian replied honestly.

"There you go, right? You go fight first. If you can’t win, let him take it. If you don’t even try, aren’t you just brushing me off? What, just because my father isn’t around, you don’t take me seriously?"

The young gentleman in splendid clothes sneered coldly upon hearing this.

"Young Sect Leader, that is absolutely not my intention!"

The Guardian, originally named Zhao Chengsheng, with a stern face, quickly bowed and said: "The Haori Sword Sect bestowed upon me a lifesaving grace, and with the Young Sect Leader being the future master of the Sword Sect, how dare I be dismissive?"

"Hmph, anyone can say flowery words, but what use is it? My words are here; I don’t care what methods you use, I want you to bring that person’s head and the treasure to meet me!"

The young gentleman in splendid clothes patted Zhao Chengsheng’s face, then cast his gaze around, disdainfully glancing at the surrounding sword cultivators, shaking his head with contempt: "A bunch of mud-legged gentry, unlucky."

After speaking, the young gentleman in splendid clothes opened the folding fan and leisurely left.

Zhao Chengsheng’s face was uncertain, finally taking a deep breath, he commanded in a low voice:

"All sword attendants, wait here with me!"

...

...

Chen Zhixing felt a blur before his eyes.

When he reopened his eyes, he found himself standing before a giant bronze stone gate.

"Young master, this is the place of the Sword God’s inheritance."

Cyan Pheasant’s voice carried a hint of joy, echoing in Chen Zhixing’s mind.

Chen Zhixing nodded. At this moment, he had already left Celestial River Mountain, even left the East Profound Domain.

Here lay the small world created by the Ancient Sword God.

Such means can actually be possessed at the Nirvana Realm, though a Nirvana Realm’s small world is too crude, unable to sustain life, nor can it support long-term expenditure.

According to records, some top-tier Peak, or Great Longevity beings, can even cause life to be born in their self-created small world, establishing themselves as patriarchs within, acting as a creator god.

Gathering his thoughts, Chen Zhixing lifted his gaze to the bronze stone gate before him.

The gate was pristine, inscribed with six large characters – "What is the strongest Sword Dao?"

These four large characters had sharp strokes, carved as though with a sword, exuding an extreme sharpness with just a glance!

"What is the strongest Sword Dao? Another test question?"

Chen Zhixing furrowed his brow, muttering to himself: "Why do these senior experts all like leaving test questions in their places of inheritance?"

"Cyan Pheasant, you..."

Chen Zhixing pondered for a while, about to inquire if Cyan Pheasant had any clues.

He had just begun his sentence.

Cyan Pheasant’s eyes widened, seemingly recalling something, her scalp tingling.

Her voice suddenly increased by several decibels, quickly shouting:

"Young master, please hold your hand, I know the answer to this question!!"