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Chapter 1070 - Chapter 1070 Chapter 443 True Immortal Xuan Cheng Immortal

Chapter 1070: Chapter 443: True Immortal Xuan Cheng, Immortal Sword Tribulation Breaking_1 Chapter 1070: Chapter 443: True Immortal Xuan Cheng, Immortal Sword Tribulation Breaking_1 The young True Immortal’s voice was mild, like a spring breeze, a sensation that Han Yi had only ever felt from Bai Yu.

Han Yi was not in a hurry to leave; he stood midair, and as the young True Immortal approached, his appearance became clear.

In the Immortal Realm, even an ordinary Spirit Transformation cultivator, without needing pills, could easily adjust their appearance to near perfection based solely on their cultivation; for a True Immortal, this was even more the case.

Therefore, even if an Immortal lost all their cultivation and arrived in the Mortal World, just by virtue of their appearance, they would dazzle and surpass ordinary people.

The young True Immortal coming towards him had an unexpectedly plain appearance, and if he restrained his aura, he would completely blend in with mortals.

However, though his appearance was ordinary, there were two points that made a deep impression on Han Yi.

One was his temperament. This young man’s temperament was unique, unrestrained and unconstrained, his hair cascading to his waist, dancing as he moved through the air. Though he didn’t exhibit an overwhelming dominating presence, nor an unveiled arrogance, he still caught everyone’s attention.

The second aspect was his eyes, a pair of brilliant eyes like stars, harboring an exceptionally mysterious Taoism beneath their depths. Just one glance made Han Yi’s heart tighten slightly.

This True Immortal was by no means simple.

Han Yi nodded and replied, “I am Han Yi.”

The young True Immortal arrived within a few hundred meters, which, for True Immortals, was as good as being face-to-face.

“I am Xuan Cheng.”

The first words from the young True Immortal caused Han Yi’s pupils to constrict.

This name was not unfamiliar to him, as three years ago, he had heard it from Qing Yan Profound Immortal.

His Profound Immortal resources had been taken back by the True Morning Golden Immortal and allocated to True Immortal Xuan Cheng.

And now the man himself stood before him.

Han Yi could not fathom the other’s intentions, but seeing as there was no malice and the other seemed polite, he, unaware of the full circumstances, could only clasp his hands and said, “I have seen Brother Xuan Cheng.”

True Immortal Xuan Cheng continued, “I just paid a visit to Sister Qing Yan.”

“Regarding the matter of Profound Immortal Authority, I am sorry.”

“It’s quite complicated, and it’s not convenient for me to elaborate.”

After finishing these words, Xuan Cheng flipped his hand and took out a silver sword.

“This Immortal Sword is a second-tier Immortal Artifact, consider it compensation to Brother Han.”

Xuan Cheng did not draw the Immortal Sword from its scabbard but threw the whole sword towards Han Yi.

At the same time, his eyes widened slightly, revealing in their deep recesses a phantom star, imperceptible even to Profound Immortals, where an ancient figure sat at the core of the star.

In a sense, this phantom star was a transformation of that ancient figure.

Utilizing the mysterious aura emanating from this phantom star, not even an ordinary Profound Immortal could hide from his gaze.

Hundreds of meters away, as Xuan Cheng finished speaking and took out the Immortal Sword, Han Yi’s gaze sharpened, and at the moment of the sword being thrown, a blazing light instantly lit up in his eyes.

The other party offering a sword as compensation was, of course, acceptable to Han Yi; it was the best way to resolve the cause and effect between them.

Of course.

Han Yi could see that the thrown Immortal Artifact was not just a casual toss, but came with a certain power.

At the True Immortal Realm, few were without intent, and strength was the only currency. Xuan Cheng was quite straightforward: compensating with a sword was fine, but you need the strength to receive it.

In a flash.

Han Yi collected his thoughts, reached forward with his right hand where a grey light manifested, covering it partially with one of his Four Origins Tao Skills.

As the silver sword fell, countless hair-thin Sword Lights spilled out from the gaps of the scabbard and hilt, dazzling as they led towards Han Yi’s outstretched palm.

From afar, it seemed as if thin beams of light emitted from the Immortal Sword, beautifully connecting to Han Yi’s hand.

In the next instant.

Those silver beams, under Han Yi’s hand movement, shattered inch by inch, turning into silver dots of light.

Then, another figure of Han Yi appeared in mid-air, where the silver Immortal Sword was located, and with a gentle grasp, caught the scabbard.

The scabbard vibrated as the sword inside felt the offense and sought to leave its sheath, only to be firmly pushed back by a forearm.

In an instant, the Immortal Sword returned to calm, no longer vibrating.

This was Han Yi’s strength, gaining temporary recognition from the Immortal Sword. To truly refine it, however, would require a long time.

At that moment.

On the ground, the Phantom of where Han Yi originally stood slowly disappeared.

To quickly catch the sword, Han Yi utilized his Four Origins Tao Skills and Mental Realm Immortal Skill.

And all of this was, of course, seen by True Immortal Xuan Cheng.

“Tao Skills,” he muttered, his pupils shrinking, a jolt running through his heart.

“No wonder he possesses such strength; it turns out he has acquired a Tao Guide. Unfortunately, I have not yet unsealed all my memories and cannot discern what this Tao Guide truly is.”

Han Yi slowly descended, his gaze fixed on the Immortal Sword in his hands, very satisfied.

The sword was a second-tier Immortal Sword, and in terms of lethality, it did not pale in comparison to the Green Reed Sword.

Han Yi looked up at Xuan Cheng and sincerely said, “Thank you, Brother Xuan Cheng.”

“The issue between us was a misunderstanding, and we will follow the arrangements of the Dojo. Brother, there’s no need to be concerned.”

Watching Han Yi’s tight grip on the Immortal Sword, Xuan Cheng nodded slightly.

“In that case, I shall no longer disturb Brother Han.”

“Farewell.”

Having said that, he gave Han Yi a deep look, then turned and left.

Han Yi’s gaze followed Xuan Cheng until his figure vanished, and only then did he turn his attention back to the Immortal Sword in his hand.