Azure Forest City was one of the many cities under the jurisdiction of the Blue Cloud Sect. There were three Two-Star Forces and a dozen One-Star Forces. However, this information was from three years ago. Now that three years had passed, no one knew if there had been any changes.
The walls of Azure Forest City were ten meters tall, and only late stage Foundation Building cultivators could jump over them with a single leap.
Under the tall walls, the simple and heavy dark city gate was wide open, and people were coming and going on the stone bridge over the moat.
As he approached Azure Forest City, Chen Zong's speed suddenly decreased. When he stepped onto the stone bridge, he was already walking like a normal person.
His fair and handsome face, clear and deep eyes, azure clothes, and the sword at his waist gave him an imposing appearance that caused the eyes of others to light up and inwardly sigh in admiration. But it didn't cause Chen Zong to become the center of attention, as there were many cultivators in Azure Forest City after all, and it wasn't strange to see him.
He walked through the unguarded city gate and walked on the wide street paved with gray bricks. The bustling pedestrians were like flowing water, and there were all kinds of shops on both sides of the street. Chen Zong was slightly absent-minded. Relying on his memory, Chen Zong walked toward the Seven Swords Towers.
The Seven Swords Towers was one of the three Two-Star Forces in Azure Forest City. Together with Family Mo and the Black Tiger Gang, they were very prestigious.
The Seven Swords Towers was located in the southeast of Azure Forest City. There were six huge Sword Towers surrounding the Seven Swords Towers, and everything within a five-kilometer radius was the Seven Swords Towers' territory.
Chen Zong looked around and locked onto one of the Sword Towers with a white cloth hanging on it. He walked toward it with large strides. That was the Seven Swords Towers controlled by Chen Zhenghong.
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"Little Brother, you're finally back." A young girl wearing a white headscarf and white linen clothes had a pale face. Her eyes were red and filled with tears. She lifted the corner of her dress and excitedly rushed toward Chen Zong, bringing with her an elegant fragrance.
Chen Zong's heart skipped a beat as he felt a sense of closeness. This was a feeling that came from a part of Chen Qingzong's soul. This was because the woman in front of him was Chen Qingzong's elder sister, Chen Qingyao.
"Sister, I'm back." After taking a deep breath, Chen Zong finally opened his mouth and called out softly.
Chen Qingzong's soul had merged with his own. To a certain extent, he was now Chen Qingzong. It was reasonable for him to call her sister.
"Little Brother, Father, he …" The grief reached the depths of her heart, and tears fell uncontrollably like rain.
"Sister, how did father die?" Chen Zong also felt sad, but he restrained himself well and asked.
Chen Qingzong only received a letter and learned that Chen Zhenghong had passed away. He didn't know the details.
"Qingyao … Qingyao …" A hurried shout quickly approached. Then, a person rushed in. When he saw Chen Zong, he was furious and rushed to him. He waved his palm and the wind whistled. He shouted angrily, "Who are you? Get out of the way."
Chen Zong grabbed Chen Qingyao's arm and stepped away to avoid the palm.
"Stop, he's my little brother." Chen Qingyao just reacted and said angrily.
"Your little brother …" The person withdrew his hand and saw the familiar face of the young man in green. He was stunned at first, and then a touch of shock and panic flashed in the depths of his eyes. He couldn't help but say, "You … you're Chen Qingzong … you're actually … you're back … it's good that you're back. These two days, your sister Qingyao hasn't been eating or drinking. I'm worried that she'll be too sad. You know that your sister has been weak since she was young …"
Chen Qingyao coldly said, "Okay, Zhao Qixing, I have something to say to my little brother. You can leave."
"Okay, okay, okay … I'll leave now. I'll go to the Azure Forest Restaurant another day and invite your little brother to a banquet. Remember to give me some face." Zhao Qixing smiled as he retreated. When he turned around, the smile on his face was gone and his eyes were cold and ferocious.
Looking at Zhao Qixing's disappearing figure, Chen Qingzong withdrew his gaze and pondered.
Zhao Qixing was the only son of Zhao Zhongxing, the head deacon of the Seventh Swords Towers. He was 18 years old this year, but his cultivation was only at the fifth layer of the Foundation Realm. At this age and cultivation level, he was at the bottom of the Blue Cloud Sect. However, among his peers in Azure Forest City, he was one of the best.
Chen Qingzong didn't know much about Zhao Zhongxing and Zhao Qixing. He only knew that they had joined the Seventh Swords Towers three years ago. Not long after, Chen Qingzong went to the Blue Cloud Sect.
Now it seemed like there was something going on.
Chen Qingzong asked once more, "Big Sister, tell me, how did Dad pass away?"
Chen Qingyao wiped away her tears and slowly spoke.
Chen Zhenghong's cultivation was at the mid stage of the ninth layer of the Foundation Realm. His sword art was superb and he was known as the number one sword in Azure Forest City. His strength was ranked third in the Seven Swords Towers and was among the top ten in Azure Forest City.
Five days ago, someone came to challenge him for the title of number one sword. This wasn't a big deal as there had been challengers before, but Chen Zhenghong had always defeated them to defend his honor.
However, the challenger this time was the second elder of the three-star Iron Star Sect, Shang Zhonglei. His cultivation was above Chen Zhenghong's and was at the peak of the ninth layer of the Foundation Realm. However, since it was a sword duel, Shang Zhonglei said that he would suppress his cultivation to the same level as Chen Zhenghong's.
Shang Zhonglei was known as the Iron Mountain Sword. With his sword in hand, he was like an iron mountain.
Chen Zhenghong's sword art was superb and he was able to break through the Iron Mountain Sword's defense. Just as he was about to let Shang Zhonglei lose face, Shang Zhonglei flew into a rage and retaliated with all his strength.
In terms of sword art, Chen Zhenghong was only a bit better than Shang Zhonglei, but the difference in cultivation was obvious. Although Chen Zhenghong reacted quickly, he was still a bit too slow. He was hit by the sword and was immediately seriously injured.
Shang Zhonglei didn't stop and took the opportunity to add another strike. Fortunately, the master of the First Sword Tower arrived in time to block Shang Zhonglei, preventing Chen Zhenghong from dying on the spot.
However, after returning to the Seven Swords Towers, Chen Zhenghong died because his injuries were too serious to be healed.
"Originally, father didn't want to disturb your cultivation until he couldn't take it anymore. Before he died, he asked me to send you a message and ask you to come back." Chen Qingyao was sobbing. Chen Zhenghong could only hug her gently and pat her back to comfort her.
Since the establishment of the Seven Swords Towers, there had been a rule. No matter which tower master died, his descendants would have the priority to inherit the tower. Only when the tower master gave up or was not outstanding enough would it be the turn of others in the tower.
Now that Chen Zhenghong was dead, Chen Qingzong was the first successor to the Seven Swords Towers.
… …
"Father … Father … This is bad …" Zhao Qixing exclaimed as he pushed open the door and rushed in.
"What are you panicking for?" A slow and deep voice sounded. "Chen Zhenghong just died. What else can there be?"
"Chen Qingzong … Chen Qingzong isn't dead … He's back …" Zhao Qixing's voice was filled with panic.
"What!" The bearded Zhao Zhongxing clenched his fist and crushed the teacup in his hand. "Are you sure you didn't see wrongly?"
"I didn't see wrongly. I just went to find Chen Qingyao and she personally admitted that it was Chen Qingzong. Not to mention, I recognize his face." Zhao Qixing vowed.
Zhao Zhongxing's eyes darkened. He placed his hand on the back of the chair and gently tapped his fingers.
"Father, did the Black Kill Tower take the money but not do anything?" Zhao Qixing couldn't help but ask again.
"No, the Black Kill Tower wouldn't do something that would damage their reputation." Zhao Zhongxing's eyes narrowed and a sharp light shot out from them. "In order to make sure nothing goes wrong, I paid three times the price to hire three 6th level Foundation Realm assassins from the Black Kill Tower. Chen Qingzong just broke through to the 6th level not long ago. He might not even be a match for the assassins from the Black Kill Tower in a one on one fight, let alone three. Something must have happened.
"Chen Qingzong has returned alive and is the first successor of the Seventh Swords Towers. With his talent, he has a chance of taking control of the Seventh Swords Towers. At that time, the other six Sword Tower masters will help him, so I won't have any chance." Zhao Zhongxing continued to think as the light in his eyes flickered. "Moreover, the White Great Sword and White Great Sword Art that Chen Zhenghong left behind will also be inherited by him.
"No, I can't let Chen Qingzong continue to live. I have to kill him before the exam." Zhao Zhongxing muttered to himself, "Xing 'er, remember to pretend that you don't know anything. I'm going out for a bit."
"Father, where are you going?" Zhao Qixing couldn't help but ask.
"The Black Slaughter Tower didn't complete their mission. This is their responsibility. They must take responsibility for this." Zhao Zhongxing said as his tall and sturdy figure strode out of the door.
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"This is what father left for you." Chen Qingyao took out a greyish white ring and handed it to Chen Zong. There were fine lines like feathers on the ring.
This was a storage ring.
A storage ring was like a mustard seed bag or a virtual ring in Blue Waves World. It contained space and could store things. Of course, it couldn't store living things.
After dripping a drop of blood on it, the storage ring established a connection with Chen Zong. With a thought, Chen Zong could "see" everything inside the storage ring.
One cubic meter of space. This was a first-grade storage ring. It couldn't be said to be very precious, but its value wasn't low either. It was very difficult for ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators to obtain it. Chen Qingzong also didn't have it now.
There were several things inside the one cubic meter of space. A long sword, two books, a letter, two small wooden boxes, and a small white jade box.
Chen Zong took out these things one by one.
The sword scabbard was greyish white with a flying bird pattern on it. When the sword was pulled out of the scabbard, a bright sword light flashed. The bright sword body had lines of feathers on it, making it appear even more graceful.
With Chen Zong's eyesight, he could naturally see that this was a meticulously forged sword. It was precisely the White Swan Sword used by Chen Zhenghong. Chen Zhenghong had paid a great price to ask someone to forge it. It was a high-grade mortal level sword. No matter whether it was hardness or sharpness, it was above the Cyan Light Sword.
The gap between Sect cultivators and non- Sect cultivators was very big. From weapons to cultivation methods to martial arts, there was a significant gap. Even a middle-grade mortal level weapon could be sold for a great price, not to mention a high-grade mortal level weapon.
Putting away his sword, Chen Zong looked at the two books. One was the White Mist Art, and the other was Chen Zhenghong's famous sword art, the Flying Swan Sword Art. They were both Mortal Level Upper Rank sword arts.
Then, Chen Zong took out two small wooden boxes. When he opened the first one, it shone with a golden light.
The first small wooden box was neatly lined with golden leaves. Each golden leaf weighed one tael. There were a total of one hundred leaves, which was exactly one hundred taels of gold. Chen Qingyao couldn't help but gasp.
One hundred taels of gold. This was a shocking amount of wealth. Chen Zong's expression didn't change. He casually opened the second box. Suddenly, a trace of pure aura spread out.
This small wooden box didn't contain real gold or silver. Instead, it contained three square stones of the same size. They were white with many gray stripes. They were naturally formed.
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