Extraordinary Comprehension: I Establish an Immortal Villain Family

Chapter 77: Young Master, Please Spare Me, I Know the Answer!

"Young Master."

In a void-like space, Sword Spirit Qingzhi looked at the mess in the cave, her small mouth slightly open, her face frozen in shock.

According to her original plan, these people would chase her into the cave. She would then use the time lag and the passageway to enter the thirty-fifth passage directly.

At that time, she would disappear like a clay ox into the sea. No matter how powerful these people were, they would not find her and Chen Zhixing in a short time.

By the time they realized that their spiritual senses had found nothing and decided to destroy the passage, she and Chen Zhixing would have already entered the inheritance grounds!

But now...

Qingzhi couldn't help but put her hand on her forehead.

"Who are you?"

"Hand over the divine sword, and I will spare your life!"

After a brief moment of shock, the sword cultivators quickly came to their senses and began to shout in low voices.

Among them, the two strongest figures, Chai Qingchi and a guardian of the Sword Sect, both furrowed their brows. Chai Qingchi sighed lightly and shook his head slightly.

"Forget it. It seems this is not my destiny," Chai Qingchi retracted his gaze, his face showing a hint of regret.

The other Sword Sect guardian stepped forward, pondered, and said, "Fellow Daoist, hand over the sword, and I will ensure your safe departure. How about it?"

As his words fell.

"No need," Chen Zhixing shook his head.

The Sword Sect guardian frowned at his response.

The next moment.

"Enough. This item is something our Young Sect Master specifically wants! Fellow Daoist, I have no choice but to offend you!"

His expression turned cold as he uttered these words, then swiftly extended a large hand, striking toward Chen Zhixing.

However, before this guardian could touch Chen Zhixing—

"Innate Qi Hand!"

A massive black hand, covering the sky, instantly materialized in the air, filling the entire spacious cave.

Then, this black hand slammed down fiercely.

"Hmm?"

The Sword Sect guardian's expression changed slightly. In his haste, he could only raise his hand to meet the attack.

Boom!!!

In an instant, the guardian felt as if a hundred mountains were pressing down on him. His entire arm was wracked with sharp pain, forcing him to retreat three steps, each step as heavy as a thousand pounds, creating three large pits in the ground beneath him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The entire cave also trembled violently at this moment.

The ground shook madly, countless rocks fell, and dust filled the passage.

Amidst the swirling dust.

Chen Zhixing looked at the Sword Sect guardian, a trace of slight regret flashing in his eyes.

Since breaking through to the True Self Realm, he hadn't yet fought anyone with his full strength.

If he weren’t worried that this opportunity might change if delayed, he would have liked to test his skills against this person to see the true value of the so-called True Self Realm.

"Forget it."

Shaking his head, Chen Zhixing turned around and inserted the Qingzhi Sword into the vortex.

Instantly.

A powerful suction force surged forth.

Chen Zhixing only felt his vision blur, and then he disappeared from the spot.

As Chen Zhixing vanished, the vortex also disintegrated into countless light spots, dispersing into the void.

Moments later.

The violently shaking cave gradually calmed down, and the swirling dust dispersed, blown away in wisps.

The Sword Sect guardian looked down at his trembling right hand with a grim expression.

Trickles of bright red blood were running down his arm, dripping from his fingertips and forming a line on the ground.

"True Self Realm, and likely of the Path of Strength," the guardian muttered, a look of dread appearing on his face.

As soon as he said this, the crowd burst into commotion.

"What?"

Shan Yang and Xu Li exchanged glances, each seeing the shock in the other's eyes.

"Brother Bai is in the True Self Realm? I was actually befriending someone at the True Self Realm?"

Shan Yang's pupils widened, his mouth slightly agape.

He felt a bit fearful, but more than that, it felt like an illusion, like a dream.

That’s the True Self Realm!

In the Eastern Xuan Domain, anyone at that level is a figure of great significance!

Even in an immortal Dao sect, a True Self Realm cultivator could serve as an elder!

And this kind of person was befriending someone like him?

Just then.

"Where’s the treasure? Where’s the treasure I wanted?"

A lazy voice sounded.

Immediately, eight Sword Servants at the peak of the Spiritual Wandering Realm entered the cave, forcibly creating a path among the crowded sword cultivators.

One sword cultivator who moved just a bit too slowly was immediately killed with a single strike by the indifferent Sword Servant.

In an instant, all the sword cultivators in the cave stood aside, silent and afraid.

The next moment.

A young man dressed in luxurious brocade robes, holding a jade-green folding fan, with not a hint of concealment, stepped into the cave from outside.

"Where’s the treasure I wanted? Weren’t you going to get it for me?"

The young man in brocade robes stopped in front of the guardian and extended his hand.

"Young Sect Master, that sword has already been taken. I think perhaps we should let it go..." the guardian hesitated, cupping his hands.

His thoughts were actually similar to Chai Qingchi's.

If the sword hadn’t yet recognized an owner, they could have fought for it freely. But since someone had already taken it, going after it now would be outright robbery! The implications were vastly different.

"If it’s been taken, can’t you snatch it back? You, with your dignified True Self Realm cultivation, are you really going to abide by such rules? Are you some kind of saint? Are you this righteous?" The young master rolled his eyes, dismissively interrupting.

"This..."

The guardian's face showed a troubled expression, "Young Sect Master, if it were some inexperienced youth with no background, we could indeed just take it. But that person is also in the True Self Realm and follows the Path of Strength. I think that if they’ve already obtained it, trying to snatch it back might unnecessarily create a True Self Realm enemy for our Hao Ri Sword Sect..."

Before he could finish.

The young master impatiently interrupted again, "Zhao Chengsheng, is it your job to consider whether you’ll create an enemy for the Hao Ri Sword Sect? I’ll ask you one thing: can you defeat that Path of Strength cultivator?"

"I haven’t truly fought him, so I don’t know if I can or can’t," the guardian replied honestly.

"Then that’s it, isn’t it? Go fight him first. If you can’t win, then let him take it. But if you don’t even try, isn’t that just brushing me off? What, now that my father isn’t here, you don’t take me seriously, huh?"

The young master sneered coldly.

"Young Sect Master, I wouldn’t dare!"

The guardian, whose name was Zhao Chengsheng, stiffened and quickly cupped his hands, "The Hao Ri Sword Sect saved my life, and you, Young Sect Master, are the future master of the sect. How could I possibly brush you off?"

"Hmph, everyone can talk nicely, but what’s the point? Here’s the deal—I don’t care how you do it, but I want you to bring me that person’s head and the treasure!"

The young master slapped Zhao Chengsheng’s face lightly, then scanned the surrounding sword cultivators with disgust, shaking his head in disdain, "What a bunch of bumpkins, disgusting."

Having said this, he opened his folding fan and leisurely walked away.

Zhao Chengsheng’s expression alternated between gloomy and uncertain. He finally took a deep breath and barked:

"All Sword Servants, remain here with me!"

Chen Zhixing’s vision blurred.

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing before a massive bronze stone gate.

"Young Master, this is the inheritance site of the Sword God," Qingzhi's voice echoed in Chen Zhixing’s mind, filled with joy.

Chen Zhixing nodded. At this moment, he had actually left Tianchuan Mountain and even the Eastern Xuan Domain.

This was the small world created by the ancient Sword God.

Such techniques were possible starting at the Nirvana Realm, though small worlds at that level were too crude to sustain life and couldn’t support prolonged existence.

According to records, some top-tier peak existences, or those with great longevity, could even create small worlds capable of birthing life, where they could become revered as founders or creator gods.

Gathering his thoughts, Chen Zhixing raised his eyes and looked at the bronze stone gate before him.

The gate was smooth, with six large characters engraved on it: "What is the strongest sword path?"

These six characters had sharp strokes, like iron hooks and silver strokes, seemingly carved by a sword.

Just one glance and one could feel an overwhelming surge of sword intent!

"What is the strongest sword path? Another test question?" Chen Zhixing frowned and muttered, "Why do these seniors always like to leave questions in their inheritance sites to test successors?"

"Qingzhi, you..."

Chen Zhixing pondered for a while and was about to ask Qingzhi if she had any clues.

He had just started speaking.

Qingzhi’s eyelid twitched, as if recalling something, and suddenly she felt a chill run down her spine.

She raised her voice by several decibels and hurriedly shouted:

"Young Master, please spare me! I know the answer to this question!!"