"Marquis, someone outside has delivered a golden invitation."
The steward of the True Sword Mansion handed a stack of invitation cards to Chu Mu.
"Put it down," Chu Mu said casually, concentrating on wiping the sword in his hand.
The Blazing Glory Spirit Sword had been successfully refined. After the refinement, the spirit of the sword seemed to be a little stronger, and the red color on the sword seemed to be purer, as if it was cast from a ruby.
Wiping the sword was also a way to familiarize oneself with the sword in hand. For a sword cultivator, it was a kind of enjoyment.
The steward put down the invitation cards in his hand, bowed, and left.
After wiping for a while, Chu Mu carefully looked at every part of the Blazing Glory Spirit Sword and revealed a satisfied expression.
Although the spirit sword that he had nurtured was the most suitable and most suitable spirit sword, it was not easy to nurture a spirit sword. On the contrary, it was very difficult.
Therefore, before he nurtured a second spirit sword, it was very necessary to find another one to use first. The Blazing Glory Spirit Sword was a mid-grade spirit sword, which was enough for Chu Mu to use.
With a light wave, the red Sword Light tore through the void, and waves of scorching heat spread out.
Soon after, the Blazing Glory Spirit Sword disappeared. Chu Mu picked up the invitation cards at the side and opened them one by one.
There were a total of fifteen cards. The content was either direct or tactful, but the meaning was similar. That was, they had taken a fancy to Chu Mu's quota for the hundred-year secret realm, and hoped that Chu Mu would voluntarily give up this quota, so as to avoid unnecessary trouble. The signatures were all names that Chu Mu did not recognize.
After reading it, Chu Mu laughed and threw all of these posts to the side, not bothering with them.
The Hidden Qing King had already told him before that many people would not accept the quota that he had obtained and would certainly make trouble for him. The Canglan Emperor would not care about this, and even had the intention to encourage it. There were also restrictions. If one wanted to obtain a quota, it had to be a competition between people of the same generation. The older generation was not allowed to interfere, nor were they allowed to use any tricks. Otherwise, it would be breaking the rules, and breaking the rules would result in a heavy price to pay.
Competition between people of the same generation?
Chu Mu didn't care at all.
In his generation, most of them were still in the Nirvana Realm. Only a few geniuses could reach the Eternal Realm. Even so, they were only in the lower stages of the Eternal Realm.
Moreover, the upper limit for entering the hundred-year secret realm was the peak of the Third Heavenly Layer of the Immemorial Realm.
Therefore, those who wanted to compete for the quota in Chu Mu's hands were at the peak of the Third Heaven of the Ten Thousand Ancient Realm. No matter how strong they were, they were only comparable to an ordinary Five Star Saint Realm expert.
…
"Has the invitation been sent?" In a luxurious restaurant, more than ten people were gathered in a room. There were both men and women.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," a young man said.
After the door opened, a man with a sword on his back walked in.
"Young Master, Young Masters and Young Mistresses." He bowed to the dozen or so people in the room.
"Has the invitation arrived?" A young man in a loose robe was half-lying on a soft fur-lined chair. His eyes were half-opened as he asked casually.
"All fifteen invitations have been sent," the man with a sword replied respectfully. The guard replied respectfully, "I also waited there for an hour, but there was no reply."
"Oh, there's no reply." Someone put on a playful smile.
"It seems that our newly conferred True Sword Marquis has already adapted to the role of a Marquis." The strange words were full of sarcasm.
"You're just the sect leader of a quasi second-rate force. You're only a 1-star Saint. I wonder where you got your secret treasure from. You think you're a monster of the ages just because you were able to kill a 4-star Saint? You think too highly of yourself.
"What should we do? Go directly to his door and drag him out. Let him know the truth? "
"That's too barbaric. Only a barbarian would do that. Make it difficult for him to move around in the Imperial Capital. Then, he'll obediently hand over the quota."
"If he stays in the mansion and doesn't come out, how can we make it difficult for him to move around? We just have to wait until the hundred-year secret realm opens."
For a moment, no one had a better idea. This newcomer didn't know the rules at all. How dare he ignore them.
"Go again. You must meet him face to face and tell him who we are." The half-lying young man opened his eyes and said with a glint in his eyes.
"Yes." The guard with a sword on his back bowed and left for the True Sword Mansion again.
Just then, Chu Mu walked to the back garden.
"Marquis, the personal guard of Young Marquis Huyan Zhengjie requests an audience." The housekeeper came again. Behind the housekeeper was a man in his thirties with a sword on his back. Of course, Chu Mu knew from the fluctuations of his aura that he was a mid-level Saint Realm expert. He wasn't as young as he looked. He was hundreds or even thousands of years old.
Chu Mu's brows immediately creased.
This housekeeper didn't seem to know what was good for him. No matter what, he was the housekeeper of the True Sword Mansion. How could he bring someone in without his permission? Since he had already brought someone in, why did he need to report it?
It was unnecessary.
What Chu Mu didn't know was that as a newly conferred marquis, he didn't have much power. The title of Marquis of the True Sword was more of a title than a status. At least, that was how it was in the eyes of many people.
In the imperial court, status was closely related to power. Of course, it was also closely related to strength. If Chu Mu was a high-level Saint Realm expert, the significance would be different. Unfortunately, he was only a one-star Saint Realm expert, and only at the initial stage of the one-star Saint Realm.
It was because of this that Chu Mu, the Marquis of the True Sword, was not so valued. As for the housekeeper, he had been in the imperial court since he was young and had been influenced by what he saw and heard, so he was very clear about the rules. Subconsciously, he didn't pay too much attention to Chu Mu, the Mansion Lord.
To put it nicely, it meant that he hadn't realized it yet. To put it bluntly, it meant that Pu Da wanted to bully his master. Chu Mu didn't understand the twists and turns, but he knew that the housekeeper's method was very inappropriate.
"There won't be a second time." Chu Mu said lightly. The housekeeper was stunned and didn't react for a moment. However, Chu Mu wouldn't explain it to him.
"Tell me, why are you looking for me?" Chu Mu looked at the guard.
"Marquis of the True Sword, you must have seen the posts of my young master." The middle-aged guard with a sword on his back took two steps forward and looked Chu Mu up and down. There was no respect in his tone at all.
"Are you a prince?" Chu Mu asked in reply.
"No." The guard didn't understand, but he still answered.
"Are you a marquis?" Chu Mu asked again.
"No." The guard's tone was a little impatient.
"You're not a prince, nor a marquis. You're obviously not the Canglan Emperor." Chu Mu said. The guard suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. The Canglan Emperor, the high and mighty one. "And you, you don't have a status comparable to a marquis. You're just a guard of a young marquis who hasn't received a title, but you don't care about me. In other words, you're looking down on the Canglan Emperor?"
The last sentence made the middle-aged guard's face lose all color. He became pale and trembled all over. Cold sweat flowed down his face. The housekeeper on the side also trembled and felt scared for no reason.
It sounded very plain, but it gave them a feeling as sharp as a sword. Every word was like a sword, unavoidable and piercing their hearts. It was hard for them to bear.
Looking down on the Emperor!
What a heavy sentence. Once it spread outside, whether it was true or not, he would die without a doubt. Not only would he die, but even the people related to him wouldn't have a good ending.
It was true that he was broad-minded, but at the same time, the dignity of the Emperor couldn't be offended.
Unknowingly, Chu Mu only said two sentences and he was brought in. He couldn't refute it, and he couldn't refute it.
Indeed, no matter how young the True Sword Marquis was, no matter how powerless he was, he was still a marquis personally bestowed by the Canglan Emperor. Other marquises could look down on him because their status wasn't lower than his, and they even had more experience than him. But he, the young marquis's guard, did not have this qualification.
Young marquis was just a nicer title. Because he was the son of a marquis, a son who was highly valued, he was called young marquis. In reality, he didn't receive any rewards, and his status was far from being a marquis's.
"Why aren't you kneeling?" Chu Mu shouted.
In an instant, it was as if thunder had exploded in his ears. In the roar, the middle-aged guard couldn't help but tremble. His eyes became chaotic and he directly knelt down. The housekeeper on the side also did the same.
Just like that, the two of them knelt in front of Chu Mu. When they knelt down, they finally reacted.
"Bring this card to Huyan Zhengjie. Tell him that it's best if he doesn't open it, or he will be injured." Chu Mu waved his hand, and a card flew out and landed in the middle-aged guard's hand.
"You can leave now." Chu Mu said again.
After saying that, Chu Mu turned and left. Indeed, the other party was a six-star Saint expert, but he had been wandering in the ranks of power for many years, and his indomitable spirit had long been worn away. Even if he had talent, his life's achievements were only so-so.
There was no need to treat such a person seriously. As for the so-called young marquis, it was a joke.
Looking at Chu Mu's back, the middle-aged guard wanted to stop him, but his voice was stuck in his throat. He suddenly had a feeling that the young marquis had done something wrong this time.
…
"This is the card he asked you to bring back?" Huyan Zhengjie, the young marquis, who was the half-lying young man, casually asked after receiving the card.
"Yes." The middle-aged guard hurriedly bowed, but he didn't dare to say what had happened before. "He also said that it's dangerous to open it, and it's best not to open it."
"Young marquis, quickly open it and take a look." Someone at the side laughed.
Huyan Zhengjie laughed and opened the card. The moment the card was opened, Huyan Zhengjie's eyes suddenly widened. He was stunned, and his body trembled uncontrollably. His expression became uglier and uglier. Shortly after, he let out a blood-curdling scream, and his body shook violently. His eyes bulged, and his head tilted back. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he slowly fell backwards.
"Young marquis." When the people at the side saw this, their expressions changed drastically. They were incomparably shocked.
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