The heaven-defying aspect of the Hidden Sword Formula was that no matter how strong the opponent's technique was, as long as one could withstand the pressure and not let the absorbed external force burst one's body, it was possible to challenge someone of a higher level. But at the same time, the technique itself was not strong. Depending on the endurance of the cultivator, the difference between the strong and the weak was like the abyss between heaven and earth.
Take Yan Li and Cao Zigu for comparison. In terms of cultivation, there was not much of a difference, but Yan Li could withstand a blow from the Emperor of Han. If it were the three of them, they would not be able to withstand it at all.
Of course, other than benefiting from the Taibai Sword Manual's body refining technique, there was also the factor of Li Ya and the demonic body.
From this, it could be seen that the most powerful Sword Deity, Su Beike's evaluation of the Hidden Sword Log as "unfathomable" was actually very pertinent.
One should know that Su Xiaojian's fame was due to the Demon Buster Conference many years ago. From a hundred miles away, he injured the Demonic Lord Wenren Weiyang with his swordsmanship. Because of this, Su Zangjian's name spread throughout Jambu, and he stepped into the ranks of the top experts. Almost everyone knew about him.
The dark red meridians, like agate silk, crisscrossed, forming a complex yet natural network. It clearly appeared in Yan Li's mind, constantly enlarging, forming a world of its own.
The damaged parts of this world kept growing like granulation silk, connecting with each other, growing into a thicker bridge.
Yan Li once again felt the strength of the demonic body. In the past, it would have taken him at least ten days to half a month to recover, but in the short span of two hours, he had recovered seventy to eighty percent. Unfortunately, no matter how strong the demonic body was, it could not be seen in the light. But one must know that once it was exposed, it would not be tolerated by the Immortal Realm, and all his previous efforts would go down the drain.
He opened his eyes and let out a breath of turbid air.
Suddenly, a little doubt floated in his mind. Even if the Cangjian Peak was on the decline, with the prestige of the Hidden Sword Log, how could it not even have a single disciple? Cao Zigu and the other two were "born and raised here". Currently, he was the only disciple who came from the outside.
He stood up and stretched. Only then did he have the leisure to look around the room.
The faintly discernible fragrance indicated the identity of the owner of this room. As the saying goes, one can identify a woman just by smelling her fragrance. He immediately ruled out Du Ziqi, not because Du Ziqi was ugly, but because the fragrance on her body did not match.
In the corner of the wall, there was a glass vase of Yu water that was as tall as a person, with patterns of flowers and birds on it. In the vase, there was a bunch of Tu Mi flowers. On the dressing table made of sandalwood, there was an ice mirror made of frosted snow stones that would not melt for a hundred years. An octagonal palace lantern hung down from the ceiling beam, with prisms of different colors installed on each of its eight faces, giving off a beautiful rainbow light. The couch faced south, there was a peacock screen behind it, and behind the screen was a milky white bathtub. Undergarments for bathing were hung on a rope.
If he stayed any longer, it would cause misunderstandings.
He frowned. He didn't want to complicate matters and was about to go downstairs. Out of the corner of his left eye, he saw an open box on the dressing table. Inside the box was a thick stack of letters. He didn't want to be nosy, but he noticed that there was a picture of a phoenix bathing in fire on the letters.
Phoenix seal?
He subconsciously walked over and flipped through it. He roughly estimated that there were more than a hundred letters, and the seal on every letter was cracked. He casually took one out and hesitated. He couldn't help but be curious about the contents of the letter, so he took out the letter paper and opened it.
He was stunned by what he saw.
On the two-foot square letter paper, there was only the word "Don't read". Wasn't the person who wrote the letter too perfunctory?
With a start, it was hard to stop. He opened the letters one by one, and the surprise on his face became more and more obvious.
After opening dozens of letters, they all only had the word "Don't read". The owner of the box had arranged each letter in chronological order. The further he flipped, the more obvious the marks of age became. But other than the marks of age, each letter was neat and tidy, without even a wrinkle.
He directly took out the letter at the bottom and opened it. This time, there was finally something different. — — There was an extra word. But the content made him raise his eyebrows.
"I hate you."
The handwriting was crooked and the strokes were stiff. It was obvious that the person who wrote the letter didn't know how to write at that time.
Phoenix seal!
He put away the letter and stacked it neatly. His heart suddenly became heavy, because he already knew who the owner of this room was.
But why did Du Ziqi bring me to this room?
Thinking of Emperor Han's marriage proposal, he suddenly realized and couldn't help but frown. Was she using him as a shield?
At this time, Xiao Yuyan brought people to the opposite side of the orange bridge.
Xiao Yuxin caught up from behind and said, "Sister, I just heard that Caiwei is not feeling well. Why don't we come later?"
"Pretending to be sick. She's trying to shirk again. You know that. " Xiao Yuyan didn't stop and said unhappily, "This seat doesn't understand. Which youth in the Jambu Realm is better than Little Han? Why would she be dissatisfied with a marriage bestowed by the heavens? If she continues to pick, it will only be a waste of her talent. This seat won't allow her to hesitate. "
Xiao Yuxin said carefully, "A melon forcibly picked will not be sweet. Caiwei is stubborn and will likely imitate Si You...."
As if a deeply hidden scar had been opened, Xiao Yuyan suddenly stopped and stared coldly at her sister. "This seat said before, don't mention her in front of me!"
Xiao Yuyan knew that this name was the deepest pain in her heart. Feeling guilty, she could only say in a low voice, "It's my fault...."
"Hmph!" Only then did Xiao Yuyan stop and continue on her way.
Xiao Yuxin was at a loss of what to do and could only give Liu Yuezhen a meaningful glance.
Liu Yuezhen gathered her courage and said, "Sect Leader, this disciple will first wake Junior Sister Caiwei to avoid being rude." She didn't wait for Xiao Yuyan to speak and quickly rushed across the orange bridge.
"Stop."
Hearing the order, her body stiffened.
Xiao Yuyan walked to her side and asked, "Did this seat allow it?"
Liu Yuzhen said with a trembling voice, "Please, Sect Leader's permission...."
"Back off!"
Xiao Yuyan pushed her to the side and walked past her without saying a word.
Liu Yuezhen's face was pale and she almost fainted on the ground. She grabbed Xiao Yuxin as if she was grasping at a life-saving straw. She cried and begged, "Elder, please save this disciple. This disciple doesn't want to go to a brothel...." Thinking of the tragic fate that awaited her, she felt dizzy.
"Don't give up until the last moment!" Xiao Yuxin comforted her and chased after her.
When they arrived at Temple You, Xiao Yuyan looked up and saw that the windows were closed. She was even more displeased and said with a cold face, "You know that this seat is here and yet you don't come out to welcome me. You're getting more and more impudent! — — Someone go and bring her out for this seat. "
"Sister, I'll go." Xiao Yuxin took the initiative.
"Don't move." Xiao Yuyan pointed to a female disciple and said, "You go."
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