"Mr. Liusheng" did not recognize "Qingyuan Immortal Sword".
However, his intuition told him that this "Houtian Lingbao-grade flying sword" was a first-class "Houtian Lingbao".
Its quality was very likely to surpass "Yingzhou Immortal Sword"!
The thought shocked "Mr. Liusheng" himself!
What the hell!
The sect's supreme treasure from their "Yingzhou Sword Sect" was actually inferior to a flying sword casually produced by a "Golden Core cultivator".
This was too disillusioning!
"Mr. Liusheng" refused to believe it.
But his intuition was so strong that he couldn't ignore it.
"Mr. Liusheng" gritted his teeth and glared at the "young sword cultivator" opposite him.
His voice had a slight tremor.
"Who, exactly, are you?"
The "young sword cultivator" smiled slightly, his smile as clean and polite as ever, revealing six perfectly aligned teeth.
"I am just an unknown nobody. I used to be a rogue cultivator. Now, I follow the Steward, running errands for him and doing small tasks."
I am nobody, just a "errand boy"!
"Mr. Liusheng" gritted his teeth.
Believing you would be idiotic!
A "rogue cultivator", an "errand boy", possessing a "Houtian Lingbao"?
Do you think I'd believe that?
You're not fooling me, you're insulting my intelligence!
However, before "Mr. Liusheng" could finish this thought, something even more monstrous and outrageous happened.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
...
Sword hums and dragon roars echoed one after another.
Streams of peerless sword light shot up into the sky.
Sharp!
Powerful!
Arrogant!
...
Simultaneously, eight streams of sword light surged towards the clouds, their might no less than before.
The terrifying "Houtian Lingbao aura" roared and surged, almost transforming into a tempestuous wave that swept across everything in the world!
"Mr. Liusheng"
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Stunned!
What was he seeing?
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!
He saw a total of eight "Qingyuan Immortal Swords" taking to the sky!
Adding the "young sword cultivator" from before, that made nine "Qingyuan Immortal Swords"!
Nine "Qingyuan Immortal Swords", nine "Houtian Lingbao"!
Heavens!
That was a full nine "Houtian Lingbao"!
Rumble!
"Mr. Liusheng" felt as if his head had been struck by a celestial thunderbolt.
His mind went blank!
Who am I?
Where am I?
What happened?
...
Just then, the nine "Qingyuan Immortal Swords" united and launched their assault.
Countless sword qi surged out.
Sharp and destructive!
Arrogant!
Kill, kill, kill!
"Mr. Liusheng's" natal artifact, the "Jiangshan Ruhua Fan" (Landscape Painting Fan), could not resist at all.
In the sky, the "mountain and river projection" activated by the "Jiangshan Ruhua Fan" shattered like paper, utterly defenseless.
The sharp sword qi simply tore through it, and the "mountain and river projection" instantly disintegrated.
The sword light blazed, penetrating deep, continuously shredding.
The "mountain and river projection" exploded piece by piece.
In a blink of an eye, the entire sky was engulfed by boundless sword qi.
The "Jiangshan Ruhua Fan" vibrated violently under the onslaught, its spiritual light dimming.
Puff!
"Mr. Liusheng" spat out a mouthful of blood.
The "Jiangshan Ruhua Fan" was his natal artifact, connected to his mind. Now that it was being bombarded by sword qi, "Mr. Liusheng" himself suffered an incredibly severe backlash.
This is impossible!
This is unscientific!
Snapping back to reality, "Mr. Liusheng" ignored his injuries and frantically rubbed his eyes.
He suspected his eyes were playing tricks on him! He must have misread!
"Houtian Lingbao" were incredibly precious, not common vegetables from the ground. How could so many appear at once?
Moreover, those "sword cultivators" were just a group of "Golden Core cultivators".
"Golden Core cultivators"!
They weren't even "Nascent Soul cultivators"!
How could a group of "Golden Core cultivators" possess "Houtian Lingbao"?
Something must be wrong!
I'll rub, I'll rub, I'll rub and rub!
"Mr. Liusheng" desperately rubbed his eyes, but it was all in vain!
The nine "Qingyuan Immortal Swords", exuding an incredibly pure and formidable "Houtian Lingbao aura", advanced towards him.
Zheng Zheng Zheng!
Sword qi crisscrossed, sword light sharp!
Seeing the nine "Qingyuan Immortal Swords" pointed at his head, "Mr. Liusheng" completely gave up.
Mom, they really are nine "Houtian Lingbao"!
He dared not resist anymore, nor was he qualified to. He meekly raised his hands in surrender.
"Who, who exactly are you?"
"Mr. Liusheng's" voice trembled slightly.
He racked his brain but couldn't fathom which force was so extravagant to suddenly produce nine "Golden Core cultivators" wielding "Houtian Lingbao"!
They were incredibly "rich"!
Even the legendary "Minor Grotto-heavens" or "Abysses" might not have such a grand expenditure!
Equipping "Golden Core cultivators" with "Houtian Lingbao", what kind of family background was this?
Unimaginable, truly unimaginable!
The leading "young sword cultivator" smiled slightly upon hearing this.
"Sir, please come with us to meet the Steward. All your questions will be answered then! Please!"
His words were very polite!
The "Qingyuan Immortal Swords" in the air, however, were not polite at all!
Zheng!
Sword qi erupted, sharp and fierce!
If "Mr. Liusheng" showed the slightest sign of resistance, those nine "Qingyuan Immortal Swords" would not hesitate to strike, puncturing his body with bloody holes.
"Mr. Liusheng" cherished his life immensely!
He still had his precious self to serve "Neon Quasi-Saint Son", and absolutely no mistakes could be made.
He immediately put away his natal artifact, the "Jiangshan Ruhua Fan", and obediently followed the "young sword immortal" and the others.
All this, though it sounds complicated, actually took less than a minute.
A dignified "Nascent Soul cultivator" was thus abducted by nine "Golden Core cultivators".
Due to "Mr. Liusheng's" abysmal combat power, the battle between the two sides was even shorter.
One, two, three, go!
In less than three seconds, the battle was over.
It did not even alarm anyone.
Just like that, "Mr. Liusheng" was silently taken away.
They went through winding paths.
"Mr. Liusheng's" Nascent Soul was sealed by a special restriction, and even his eyes were blindfolded.
He had no sense of direction and did not know where he was being taken.
He was very panicked, not knowing what the other party intended to do.
However, he was helpless.
Facing the threat of the nine "Qingyuan Immortal Swords", he could only cooperate obediently.
Half an hour later.
"Mr. Liusheng" was brought into a secret chamber.
The blindfold on his face was removed.
However, the restriction on his Nascent Soul was not lifted.
"Who exactly are you?"
"Mr. Liusheng" looked at the person sitting on the main seat of the secret chamber, shrouded in a black robe, looking mysterious.
"Mr. Liusheng" thought to himself: This must be the "Steward" the sword cultivators mentioned!