The letter was left behind by Chen Zhenghong for Chen Qingzong.
In the letter, Chen Zhenghong hoped that Chen Qingzong would work hard to cultivate and constantly strive for self-improvement. It also stated that if Chen Qingzong had the intention to take charge of the Seventh Swords Towers, he had to take good care of his sister Chen Qingyao. After all, Chen Qingyao's physique was weak and couldn't cultivate. If he didn't want to take charge of the Seventh Swords Towers, he had to take good care of Chen Qingyao.
Chen Zhenghong also explained where Chen Qingyao would go. It was his mother's family, Lin Family, located in Blue Flower City.
Finally, if he had the ability, he had to bring his ashes back to the Chen Family in the middle of the river to acknowledge his ancestors.
In addition to the letter, there was a thin piece of silver-white feather. It was unknown what kind of metal it was made of. It was ice-cold and very hard.
After Chen Qingzong returned, Chen Qingyao seemed to have found someone to rely on. After paying respects to Chen Zhenghong with Chen Zong, she couldn't bear the fatigue and fell into a deep sleep.
At night, in the room, the lamp flickered and illuminated the surroundings. Chen Zong sat in front of the table and flipped through the White Mist Skill book. After flipping through it, he picked up the Feihong Sword Technique book and began to carefully read it.
Feihong Sword Technique was a Mortal Grade High Grade Sword Technique. Generally, only those who had reached the Seventh Level of Foundation Establishment Realm were suitable to cultivate it. If it was the original Chen Qingzong, then this was indeed the case. However, for Chen Zong, there was no such obstacle.
A powerful soul brought about powerful comprehension. In addition, with the comprehension of the sword technique left behind in the past, Chen Zong understood a bit of the Feihong Sword Technique after reading it once. After carefully thinking about it, the profoundness of the sword technique gradually appeared.
"It is indeed exquisite." Chen Zong inwardly said.
The sword technique of this world and the sword technique of Blue Waves World had similarities, but there were also differences. As far as he was concerned, the several sword techniques and martial arts he had come into contact with were all about developing one's own strength. They pursued the pinnacle of one's strength and surpassing the limits.
Of course, the sword techniques and martial arts of Blue Waves World were also like this. However, they weren't as outstanding and weren't as standardized. In comparison, the martial arts of Blue Waves World was like an unorthodox path.
Under such a feeling, it seemed that the cultivation path of this world was truly far superior to that of Blue Waves World.
Chen Zong continued to analyze the mysteries of the Feihong Technique. Suddenly, Chen Zong's eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed in the depths of his pupils.
As the night deepened, Chen Zong raised his head and stretched his arms, making a series of crackling sounds like beans being fried. He stood up and blew out the candlelight, plunging the room into darkness.
The moment Chen Zong stepped toward the bed, a wisp of black light shuttled back and forth in the darkness. It was as fast as lightning, silently approaching with death, like the touch of the Grim Reaper.
This was a strike that had been accumulating power for a long time. It was a sure-kill strike that had been waiting for a long time.
However, he didn't feel like he had hit his target at all. The attacker immediately realized that something was wrong and quickly retreated.
A dazzling sword light suddenly flashed, like a bolt of lightning that tore through the darkness, illuminating everything in the surroundings. Two figures appeared one after another.
One was Chen Zong, and the other was the black-clothed man.
The black-clothed man's eyes were dark and sharp, and his aura was cold. He was dressed the same as the three people in the forest, but his cultivation was stronger.
"Die!" A low shout, and a hoarse and obscure voice pierced Chen Zong's eardrums like a sharp blade, as if it wanted to tear them apart. At the same time, the black-clothed man seemed to be retreating, but he was actually advancing. The black dagger in his hand stabbed toward Chen Zong like a poisonous fang. A black aura condensed on the dagger as if it was solid, and there seemed to be a faint roar of thunder.
The seventh layer of the Foundation Realm: Condense Qi into Thunder!
Different from the first assassination strike, this strike was completely unleashed with true qi, and it was terrifyingly tyrannical.
The gap between each layer of the Foundation Realm was very obvious, and it was very difficult to challenge someone of a higher level. In most cases, a seventh layer of the Foundation Realm could easily kill a sixth layer of the Foundation Realm.
If it was Chen Qingzong, he wouldn't be able to avoid this strike no matter what. If he couldn't block it, he would die without a doubt.
However, Chen Qingzong had already disappeared and was replaced by Chen Zong.
Although this strike was fast and powerful like lightning, it was relatively slow in front of Chen Zong's eyes.
Not only did his powerful soul bring him great comprehension, but his five senses were also very strong. His five senses allowed Chen Zong to easily capture his opponent's every move. His lightning-fast thinking allowed Chen Zong to deduce his opponent's trajectory in an instant.
Chen Zong didn't dodge, and there was no need to dodge. He attacked with his sword.
This sword move had a name, it was called Flying Swan. It was extremely fast, and it was one of the moves of the Flying Swan Sword Art. This time, he was using what he had learned. If others knew about this, they would be shocked.
Even though this was the first time Chen Zong had seen the Flying Swan Sword Art and hadn't really cultivated it, he displayed this move as if he had practiced it thousands of times. He was incomparably skilled. Faintly, a white mist filled the air around the sword. As the sword pierced through the air, it let out a sharp bird-like cry.
Following the trajectory of the opponent's fierce attack, it was like cutting into the weak spot of a snake. Suddenly, the opponent's attack stopped unconsciously. The sword was already at the opponent's throat, cold and bone-piercing.
"Who are you? Where did you come from? Why do you want to kill me? "Chen Zong asked three questions in a row.
Previously, he had tried to kill him in the forest. Now, he wanted to assassinate him in the night. Judging from the opponent's attire, he seemed to be from the same force. He needed to know more about this.
The black-clothed man acted as if he didn't hear anything. His body suddenly twisted, and he left Bai Hongjian like a shadow and flew out of the window.
He was fast, but Chen Zong was even faster.
A mere seventh layer Foundation Establishment cultivator was at best equivalent to a pseudo-transcendent in Blue Waves World. How could he let him escape from under his nose?
Just as the black-clothed man flew to the window, a cold light flashed behind him. A sword pierced his heart.
Looking down at the tip of the sword that was still dripping with a few drops of blood, the black-clothed man's eyes were filled with disbelief. The light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and his vitality was extinguished.
He pulled out the sword and shook it. The blade was not stained with blood.
To Chen Zong, this night was like daytime. After searching the black-clothed man's body, he found a crescent-shaped token. It was completely black and as thin as a blade. On it were the two words "Black Slaughter".
Other than that, there was nothing else.
Counting this strange token, he had four tokens. The other three came from the three people he had killed in the forest.
There was no doubt that this token was a symbol of a force. However, in Chen Qingzong's memory, there was no force with the two words "Black Slaughter" as its name. Or rather, Chen Qingzong didn't know much about the various forces, so he didn't know.
"No matter which force they are from, since they want to kill me, they deserve to die." Chen Zong thought to himself. He remembered Zhao Qixing's first reaction when he saw him during the day. "Even if Zhao Qixing wasn't the one who ordered the assassination in the forest, he must have known about it. Or maybe … Zhao Zhongxing …"
Sitting on the bed, Chen Zong didn't sleep. Instead, he began to cultivate the White Mist Art.
The fourth level of the White Mist Art. His cultivation was at the middle of the sixth level of the Foundation Realm. The Cloud Scraping Sword Art had reached perfection, the Ape Leap and Leopard Dash had reached perfection, and the Feihong Sword Art had reached the initial level.
Before cultivating, Chen Zong took out a small white jade box and opened it. Inside was a thumb-sized pill. It was white and round, and seemed to be surrounded by clouds and mist. It was the Cloud Mist Pill, a mortal level high grade pill. Taking it could increase one's Zhen Qi and improve one's cultivation. It was most suitable for cultivating cloud and mist techniques, such as the White Mist Art.
After swallowing the Cloud Mist Pill, Chen Zong calmed his mind and focused his mind.
When the sky began to brighten, Chen Zong, who was surrounded by white mist, took a deep breath. Suddenly, the white mist surged and there seemed to be a faint roar coming from his body.
Three more meridians had been opened, and the White Mist Art had reached the fifth layer. The amount of white mist qi and its explosive power had increased by 30%. Because of the Cloud Mist Pill, his white mist qi had increased even more. His cultivation had broken through several small realms and reached the peak of the sixth layer of the Foundation Realm. Not only had the amount of true qi increased, the explosive power had also increased by several times.
With his current cultivation, he wasn't far from the seventh layer of the Foundation Realm.
If it was the original Chen Qingzong, it would have taken a lot of time and effort to reach this step.
…
The dead were respected, and they paid attention to being buried for peace. However, Chen Qingzong's last words were that one day, he hoped that Chen Qingzong would be able to bring his ashes back to his ancestors, so he cremated them.
Chen Zong was wearing a white robe with the White Great Sword at his waist. Beside him stood Chen Qingyao, who was wearing a white headscarf and white robe. Chen Qingyao's eyes were red as she stared at the raging fire in front of her. Inside was Chen Zhenghong's body.
"Nephew, my condolences," said Liu Chengyi softly with a hint of melancholy.
Among the seven leaders of the Seven Swords Towers, Liu Chengyi had the best relationship with Chen Zhenghong.
Since Chen Zhenghong was cremated and Liu Chengyi had arrived, the other leaders naturally arrived as well. Chen Zong also saw the number one expert of the Seven Swords Towers, Feng Pingsheng, the leader of the first sword tower.
"Nephew, I'm very sad about Zhenghong's death." Feng Pingsheng's voice was a bit erratic. "However, the dead are gone and the living should live on. You have to be able to accept this. Also, although your father's death was caused by Iron Mountain Sword Shang Zhonglei, the instigator was Family Mo's third elder, Mo Zhihong. He was the one who instigated Shang Zhonglei to challenge Zhenghong."
"Mo Zhihong!" Chen Zong's pupils shrank. He didn't know there was such a reason behind this.
"There was a lot of enmity between Mo Zhihong and Zhenghong, but he was not as strong as Zhenghong. I guess Mo Zhihong killed Zhenghong with a borrowed sword." Feng Pingsheng continued, "Unfortunately, I was cultivating at the time and was one step too late."
Chen Zong calmly said, "Uncle Feng, I'll take revenge for my father in the future."
"Okay, I believe you can do it." Feng Pingsheng smiled, but he was a bit puzzled because he couldn't feel Zhenghong's cultivation at all. He only knew that Zhenghong had broken through to the 6th layer of the Foundation Realm in the letter. Now that he thought about it, Zhenghong should still be at the early 6th layer of the Foundation Realm.
A 15-year-old at the early 6th layer of the Foundation Realm was one of the best in Qinglin City. No one in the same generation could compare to him.
On the other side, a gaze swept past Chen Zong from time to time. Chen Zong glanced at it from the corner of his eye and saw a bearded man. It was the head deacon of the Seventh Swords Towers, Zhao Zhongxing.
With a thought, Chen Zong took out a black crescent token.
Chen Zong handed the token to Feng Pingsheng and calmly asked, "Uncle Feng, do you know what this is?"
Feng Pingsheng looked at it and his pupils shrank. He couldn't help but be shocked. "Black Kill Token, this is the Black Kill Token of the Black Kill Tower!"
Chen Zong listened to Feng Pingsheng's words while using his powerful spiritual sense to observe Zhao Zhongxing's reaction. Sure enough, the moment Chen Zong took out the Black Kill Token, Zhao Zhongxing's burly body couldn't help but tremble. It was very subtle and hard to see with the naked eye, but it was very clear to Chen Zong's spiritual sense.
The moment Zhao Zhongxing saw the Black Kill Token, his heart was like a storm.
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