On the first floor of Saint Artifact Pavilion, the light was slightly dim, but it couldn't obstruct Chen Zong's vision.
Among the hundreds of low-grade Saint Grade swords, Chen Zong first selected a few dozen, then went one step further and selected a few swords, then made his choice between them.
"You're the one," Chen Zong didn't hesitate too much. It was hard to tell just by looking, so he had to rely on his intuition.
His eyes flashed, and he grabbed one of the long swords. This sword was frosty white, as if it was forged from ten-thousand-year-old ice. There were even blood-red threads running through it like veins, giving it a demonic feeling.
Frost Demon Sword!
This sword was forged from thousand-year-old frost energy, mixed with deep sea cold iron and some earth demon essence. It had the power of ice and cold, so it should be the most suitable sword for Asura's clone.
Of course, there might be a more suitable one, but Chen Zong couldn't find one right away. Time was limited.
With limited time, and without knowing the details, this was the only way.
He hoped that this sword wouldn't disappoint him.
The moment Chen Zong's right hand grabbed the sword hilt, an extremely cold power suddenly spread out, instantly freezing Chen Zong's hand. A terrifying evil aura rushed up his arm, causing Chen Zong's skin and bones to go numb.
Saint Artifacts were originally much more powerful than Spirit Artifacts. The difference between the two was on two completely different levels.
It was like the difference between a Saint Realm master and a Transcendent Realm master.
Saint Artifacts not only had more power, but also had extraordinary spirituality. Although they didn't have any intelligence, they already had a certain degree of autonomy.
For example, whether or not they would submit.
In most cases, Saint Artifacts would resist, unwilling to be controlled by others.
Like now, this Frost Demon Sword, whose grade was still unknown, burst out with power on its own to resist Chen Zong, unwilling to be controlled by Chen Zong.
This was the power of a Saint Grade weapon. Although it couldn't fully display its power because no one was controlling it, it was still no small matter.
Chen Zong's expression changed. He unleashed all of his power in an instant, resisting the attack of the Frost Demon Sword. He wanted to subdue the sword.
"This sword is not of the first order." Chen Zong made a judgment the moment the two forces clashed. He immediately increased his own strength.
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"Humph! He's just an outsider. Without our Liu Family's methods, he might not even be able to obtain a Sacred artefact." Liu Chengde didn't go far. Instead, he watched as Chen Zong walked into Saint Artifact Pavilion. After a period of time, he sneered.
Saint Artifact Pavilion was an important place for the Liu Family. The Liu Family naturally had their own methods to allow the Liu Family members to obtain saint artifacts more easily.
Chen Zong was not a member of the Liu family. No matter how much Liu Chenghuan wanted to make friends with Chen Zong, it was impossible for him to teach him the unique skills of the Liu family, unless Chen Zong was willing to join the Liu family.
But would Chen Zong join the Liu family?
No.
Firstly, Chen Zong wanted to experience life as a Rogue Cultivator to increase his experience.
Secondly, even if Chen Zong wanted to join a force, he wouldn't choose the Liu family. Although the Liu family was one of the four major forces in Xingyun Mansion, Xingyun Mansion was only one of the thirty-two mansions in the Mystic Underworld Realm. Above the Mystic Underworld Realm was the Mystic Underworld Realm.
In other words, the Liu family was nothing compared to the entire Tianyuan Sacred Territory. It was at most a seven-star force.
Of course, Chen Zong gradually understood that the Tianyuan Sacred Territory was more powerful than the Four Upper Regions. Even though they were both seven-star forces, the Liu family was more powerful than the seven-star forces in the Four Upper Regions. They were close to being an eight-star force.
Therefore, the eight-star forces in the Tianyuan Sacred Territory were much more powerful than the eight-star forces in the Four Upper Regions.
For example, Xingyun Mansion was an eight-star force.
Come to think of it, there were less than ten eight-star forces in the Sky Pillar Upper Province. However, there were more than thirty eight-star forces in the Mystic Underworld Realm, and each of them was much stronger than an eight-star force like White Cloud Mountain.
The Mystic Underworld Realm was only one of the five regions in the Mystic Underworld Realm. One could imagine how big the gap was.
Liu Chenghuan stood outside the Sacred Artifact Pavilion and waited for Chen Zong. Two hours would soon pass.
"With Brother Chen's ability, he should be able to get a first-grade Sacred Artifact even without the Liu family's unique technique," Liu Chenghuan thought.
There was a big difference between having the Liu family's unique technique and not having it.
If Chen Zong didn't have it, he would probably only be able to get a first-grade Sacred Artifact with his own ability.
Of course, the Liu family's first-grade Sacred Artifact wasn't comparable to the ordinary Sacred Artifacts in the outside world.
If the grades were to be categorized by Ordinary Elite Sacred Artifacts, most of the Sacred Artifacts in the outside world were Ordinary Sacred Artifacts. The Liu family's Sacred Artifact Pavilion's Sacred Artifacts were Elite Sacred Artifacts.
A first-grade Sacred Artifact from the Liu family's Sacred Artifact Pavilion could be sold for the price of an ordinary second-grade Sacred Artifact. This was the difference.
Of course, Liu Chenghuan hoped that Chen Zong could get a better Sacred Artifact from the bottom of his heart. For example, a second-grade or third-grade Sacred Artifact. However, the possibility of that happening was too low.
Even if he went in himself with the Liu family's unique technique, he would only be able to subdue a second-grade Sacred Artifact at most.
However, it also depended on luck.
Time passed slowly. Everyone had their own thoughts.
When the two hours were almost up, a figure appeared at the entrance of the Sacred Artifact Pavilion. It was Chen Zong.
"Brother Chen, did you get anything?" Liu Chenghuan was delighted and stepped forward.
"Yes." Chen Zong raised the sword in his hand and smiled. Not only did he get something, but it was also a pleasant surprise.
The Frost Fiend Sword!
"Good sword!" Liu Chenghuan's expression changed when he saw the sword. He had great attainments in the art of smithing. Naturally, his eyesight to distinguish between Sacred Artifacts and Sacred Artifacts was much better than ordinary cultivators.
Therefore, at first glance, Liu Chenghuan could tell that the Frost Fiend Sword was extraordinary. It was definitely not a first-grade Sacred Artifact.
"Brother Chen, could it be a second-grade Sacred Artifact?" Liu Chenghuan asked.
"Third-grade." Chen Zong smiled and did not hide his intention from Liu Chenghuan.
"Third-grade!" Liu Chenghuan exclaimed in shock.
It was unbelievable that someone who was not from the Liu family and did not have the Liu family's unique technique could obtain a third-grade Sacred Artifact.
Immediately, Liu Chenghuan thought of another point. Chen Zong had killed a Saint Realm master from the Heavenly Wolf Sect in front of him. He could not be treated with common sense.
Liu Chenghuan did not even know whether Chen Zong was a half-step Saint or a Saint Realm master.
On the other hand, Liu Chengde vaguely heard the words "third-grade" and his gaze fell on the Frost Fiend Sword in Chen Zong's hand. He was shocked as if he had been struck by lightning.
He believed that it was impossible for this outsider to obtain a Sacred Artifact from Saint Artifact Pavilion. However, not only did he obtain one, he even obtained a third-grade Sacred Artifact. The contrast was so great that he could not believe it.
Chen Zong and Liu Chenghuan ignored him and left.
"Stop!" Liu Chengde quivered. His figure flashed and he appeared in front of Chen Zong, his eyes cold and sharp. His voice rumbled like thunder, "To allow an outsider like you to enter Saint Artifact Pavilion is already an exception. This is a great gift from the heavens, but a third-grade saint artifact is not something you can even dream of.
As he spoke, Liu Chengde attacked without caring about anything else. His hand formed a palm and suddenly slapped out, causing a shocking gust of wind to howl. It was also suffused with a blazing heat. The blazing heat transformed into a storm that swept out, as if the aura of a furnace's raging flames was assaulting his face.
"How dare you!" Liu Chenghuan's expression changed. He did not expect Liu Chengde to be so crazy as to attack directly. Liu Chengde's palm instantly turned into a claw. It streaked across the void like a stream of light and grabbed at the Frost Fiend Sword in Chen Zong's hand.
Liu Chengde's goal from the beginning was not to attack Chen Zong. He wanted to seize the third-grade Sacred Artifact, Frost Fiend Sword.
If this sword was taken away by him, it would be almost impossible for Chen Zong to get it back.
After all, this was the Liu family.
Liu Chengde had some prestige among the younger generation of the Liu family. Otherwise, he would not be able to compete with Liu Chenghuan.
Although Liu Chengde seemed reckless, he was actually very meticulous. He had thought everything through in an instant.
If the sword fell into his hands, it would be his. Even if an outsider had Liu Chenghuan's support, what could he do?
At the end of the day, the Liu family would generally side with him. After all, it was a third-grade Sacred Artifact, and not an ordinary one.
In the entire Xingyun Mansion, everyone knew of the Liu family's Sacred Artifact Pavilion. The Sacred Artifacts in the Sacred Artifact Pavilion were priceless.
Liu Chengde had a good plan. Unfortunately, he did not know how capable Chen Zong was.
Liu Chengde's claw was filled with a scorching aura. Chen Zong did not seem to be able to react in time. He allowed Liu Chengde's scorching claw to land on the Frost Fiend Sword.
Liu Chengde's face was filled with pride. No matter what, the sword would fall into his hands in the end.
Even if he did not use the sword, the sword's value was not low.
However, the pride on his face froze in an instant and turned into horror.
An astonishingly cold and evil aura suddenly burst out from the sword, and extinguished the blazing aura on Liu Chengde's hand. His hand was instantly frozen into frost, and the white frost quickly spread upwards. It seemed to be tinged with a scarlet aura as it rushed towards Liu Chengde.
Liu Chengde was horrified. He trembled all over. The coldness and Evil Qi were not something he could resist.
In an instant, his arm was frozen and his spirit was attacked. He felt as if he had fallen into a world of ice and snow. The coldness attacked him from all directions.
He was going to die. Liu Chengde could not resist at all. He felt that his life was going to be extinguished here.
Even if only a part of the power of a third-grade Sacred Artifact was activated, it was not something a Half-Saint could resist.
But in the next moment, everything was shattered. Liu Chengde trembled and retreated. His face was pale and his right arm was covered with frost. He was completely stiff and could not move.
This was the Liu Clan, and Liu Chengde had quite a high status in the Liu Clan. The conflict between them had not reached the point of life and death. Since that was the case, Chen Zong only wanted to teach him a lesson and did not have the intention to kill him on the spot.
Although it was a lesson, it was enough to make Liu Chengde unforgettable.
The despair of being frozen to death in the world of ice and snow went deep into his bones and heart. It was like a brand.
"Liu Chengde, you are asking for trouble," Liu Chenghuan scolded coldly.
"Liu Chenghuan, you are helping an outsider to deal with me." Liu Chengde roared, "Wait and see. Wait and see."
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