Chu Zhiyuan owed them too many blood debts.
Blood debts must be paid in blood!
Their hearts were filled with boiling killing intent, wishing they could rush in and leave no one alive.
Their eyes flashed with cold and fiery light as they rose and stealthily approached Ziyang Manor.
Black figures darted through the forest, silently and with incredible speed.
The black figures merged with the shadows of the trees, occasionally flashing in the moonlight before quickly disappearing again.
They used their lightness skill to silently approach Ziyang Manor, needing to pass those white bone towers.
The white bone towers emitted a ghastly white light under the moonlight, filling them with dread.
An inexplicable fear arose, and a chill seeped into their backs.
Within these white bone towers were too many Grandmasters, and even some Grand Great Masters.
These Grandmasters were all experts not inferior to them, and those Grand Great Masters were often unattainable top experts.
How imposing and invincible they once were, now their bones were piled here, exposed to the sun during the day and dried in the shade at night.
Unable to rest in peace, with no burial place, how tragic and lamentable.
All because of that damned Chu Zhiyuan!
Killing intent boiled in their chests, their bodies burning, driving away the fear in their hearts and the chill in their bodies.
They accelerated again, drawing their sabers or swords, aiming for Ziyang Manor, which loomed like a giant beast in the moonlight.
Ziyang Manor was shrouded in silence, the surrounding guards seemingly withdrawn without anyone noticing.
Stimulated by the killing intent, the twenty-four men in black no longer felt fear.
As long as Chu Zhiyuan wasn't present, they wouldn't be afraid even if there were Grand Great Masters, as two of them were Grand Great Masters.
Grand Great Masters against Grand Great Masters, it would be difficult to determine life and death, except against Chu Zhiyuan, that killing star.
They rushed forward, about to leap toward the high walls of Ziyang Manor, when their speed suddenly slowed.
Under the bright moon, it appeared and disappeared.
Everyone's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it, clearly seeing it.
It was like a torch lit in the dark night, making them unable to resist looking at it.
They were puzzled, wary, and felt that something was wrong.
"His flying knife!"
Someone whispered, "He's here!"
The twenty-four men stopped abruptly and turned to leave.
If they knew Chu Zhiyuan was present, they would never dare to approach, and wouldn't even have the courage to fight Chu Zhiyuan.
Anyone who had the courage to fight Chu Zhiyuan had turned into a ghastly white bone in the white bone tower.
But just as they turned around, a bright moon suddenly appeared in their minds.
The bright moon was pure and flawless, clean and beautiful.
Immediately, this bright moon turned into a beam of knife light, falling straight down and splitting towards their foreheads.
The next moment, everything went black before their eyes.
The twenty-four men in black fell to the ground one after another, including the two Grand Great Masters.
The crystal-clear small knife flashed, then drifted leisurely back to the gate tower, stopping on a cloud pattern on the beam, where those below could not see it when they looked up.
It seemed to be hiding.
The gate of the manor opened wide, and two rows of guards appeared, coming to the twenty-four gradually shrinking corpses and examining them.
"They are indeed evil sect demons; we can build another white bone tower."
"These guys wanted to take advantage of the Young Master's absence, heh!"
They wanted to take advantage, but they didn't expect to jump into a fire pit.
"Let's see if anyone dares to come next time."
"It's estimated that they will be completely frightened."
The guards discussed in twos and threes, relaxed and leisurely.
Even if the Young Master wasn't present, he still protected Ziyang Manor, which gave them a great sense of security.
"How exactly did these guys die?"
"Of course, they were killed by the Young Master."
"But how exactly did he kill them?"
All they saw was the flying knife flashing in the air, and then a series of bangs, and all the invading evil sect demons died.
It was too unbelievable.
"The Young Master is a divine being, he has his own wonderful methods, don't think too much about it."
"Exactly, exactly!"
"How miraculous!"
...
Chu Zhiyuan was sitting on his bed, the window open, a bright moon hanging diagonally in the night sky.
Tianjing was also a city that never sleeps.
The lights on the distant high-rise buildings were bright, and the faint sounds of silk and bamboo music and giggling laughter echoed in the night sky.
It was like the sound from the heavenly palace.
Chu Zhiyuan's heart was filled with emotion.
His Transformation Realm was truly magical.
The flying knife, carrying a part of his sword soul, could actually judge the aura of evil sect experts and directly kill them.
It could also directly absorb the souls of the dead evil sect experts, thereby strengthening the sword soul.
The sword soul within the flying knife now only had the mentality of an infant, only instinct.
It was like putting a bottle to its mouth, and it would naturally open its mouth to suck.
When it saw these evil sect demons, it would naturally kill them.
But when it saw other people, it would not have the intention to kill.
This was derived from his fundamental thoughts, implanted within this immature sword soul.
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He internally illuminated the void in his mind.
In the void, a bright moon was shining, quite dim, and another sword soul was also being conceived.
But the gestation speed of this sword soul was much slower, far less than the previous one.
He could be considered as trying to bite off more than he could chew.
Cultivating two sword souls at the same time, its speed was destined to be slow, far less than focusing on cultivating one.
But he was now unable to split himself, and needed more sword souls.
The more sword souls, the slower they grow, but at the same time, the more souls of evil sect demons are harvested.
So, in terms of total harvest, more sword souls are more worthwhile.
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The morning mist enveloped Tianjing City.
In the morning of Tianjing City, the aroma of various snacks filled the air.
Zhao Rongfei strolled to a restaurant, looked around, and shook his head in disappointment.
He was out of luck today, he didn't run into Chu Zhiyuan.
He was about to call the waiter when he saw two young men stride in, coming straight to him.
He frowned and said, "It's you two again, still pestering me!"
"Senior Brother Meng invites you."
"Meng Gengbai?" Zhao Rongfei frowned: "I haven't eaten yet, whatever it is, let's talk after I eat."
"If you're full, you can beat Senior Brother Meng?" The thin young man snorted: "Zhao Rongfei, stop delaying, hurry up!"
"Tao Dongtian, you are really embarrassing."
Another young man said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Meng is righteous, and took the initiative to stand up for us!"
Zhao Rongfei sneered: "Song Wuyang, don't you think that's ridiculous?"
"You don't dare to see Senior Brother Meng, do you?"
"Go if I go, what's there to be afraid of!" Zhao Rongfei got up and snorted: "Lead the way!"
The two turned and left.
Zhao Rongfei got up and followed, leaving the restaurant and entering the bustling crowd.
Zhao Rongfei saw them walking further and further away, and impatiently said: "Where are we going to see Meng Gengbai?"
"Out of the city."
"Why go out of the city?"
"The city guards will cause trouble, and we can't have a good fight."
"...Alright."
The group of three passed through the bustling crowd, turned two streets, and walked east until they came to a forest outside the east gate.
There was an open space in the forest, next to which was a small pavilion.
At this time, there were several young men and women in the pavilion, talking and laughing.
With the arrival of the three, the men and women in the pavilion looked over.
Zhao Rongfei glared coldly at Song Wuyang and Tao Dongtian, who led the way.
He then looked at a tall and handsome young man in the crowd, Meng Gengbai.
Wearing a green robe, with a long sword hanging from his waist, he was upright and calm.
He stood at the edge of the crowd, with his hands on the pavilion railing, looking calmly at this side.
Meng Gengbai saw him, smiled, and nodded slightly: "Brother Zhao, what courage."
Zhao Rongfei cupped his fists and said lightly: "Brother Meng, what do you want to teach me?"
He glanced at the people in the pavilion, and sneered: "Are you all here to watch the show?"
The men and women in the pavilion were not only from the Qi Ling Sect, but also from the Golden Saber Sect where he belonged, and even from the Wuxiang Sect and the Phoenix Sword Sect.
A total of nine true disciples, and the rest were non-true disciples, all of whom were experts.
It can be said that the masters of the Four Sects gathered.
They were all here to see him make a fool of himself!
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