Seizing the Sword (Part Two)
Elder Moya, step by step, stared at the surging negative emotions, gritted his teeth and crept forward, the Thatched Cottage in front of him getting closer and closer.
Soon, Elder Moya arrived in front of the Thatched Cottage. Looking at the tightly closed wooden door, Elder Moya reached out his palm to push it open, but his outstretched hand hesitated in mid-air, not daring to land on the wooden door.
Standing before the Thatched Cottage, one can truly grasp the immense power of the Cold-Blooded Sword Venerable. Every straw in the Thatched Cottage has been tempered by the Cold-Blooded Sword Venerable over a thousand years, making them seem like peerless divine swords, brimming with sharpness.
This Thatched Cottage looked as if it were built from a million peerless swords. Standing in front of Thatched Cottage, one felt as if a million peerless swords were pointing at them, making one afraid to move.
"The Cold-Blooded Sword Venerable is indeed terrifying..." Elder Moya hesitated in front of the wooden door, not daring to step back for a moment, which made him sigh inwardly.
In Elder Moya's view, while he might not be the strongest in the Great Ming Dynasty, he was certainly among the top, a leading expert. However, the Cold-Blooded Sword Venerable was dead, and the lingering Sword Qi from his cultivation place was making him uneasy.
"This Cold-Blooded Sword Venerable of the Great Ming Dynasty was indeed a remarkable figure. His strength during his lifetime was perhaps even above that of the Golden Body Bodhisattva and the others. It's a pity he's dead; otherwise, perhaps he alone could have restrained Ying Qianshan." Almost simultaneously, Zhuge Xiang and Elder Moya arrived in front of the Thatched Cottage and felt the Sword Qi emanating from it. Zhuge Xiang felt a pang of regret.
Elder Moya, a top-tier expert in the Great Ming Dynasty, whose cultivation rivaled that of the Golden Body Bodhisattva and Liao Wufa Cold-Blooded Sword Venerable, was now dead. Yet this Thatched Cottage still managed to intimidate an expert of Elder Moya's level. Could it be that even the bones of a dead tiger retain their lingering power enough to awe the world?
"What? Elder Moya doesn't dare to go in? Then let me in." Although he felt regretful and sighed inwardly, Zhuge Xiang's actions were swift. Just as Elder Moya hesitated for a moment, Zhuge Xiang unceremoniously placed his hand on the wooden door. With a creak, the wooden door was pushed open.
The wooden door was pushed open, and a sharp Sword Qi roared out like a tiger unleashed from its cage. Zhuge Xiang, who was directly hit, turned pale and let out a muffled groan. His Character Interface's HP suddenly dropped by tens of thousands.
"Ah!" Even Zhuge Xiang, with his strong physique, lost tens of thousands of HP. Elder Moya was naturally in no better shape. He cried out in surprise as his body was directly knocked back, and a surge of Sword Qi erupted out, severing several sections of his long beard.
Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, staining his broken beard. He, who was originally a dignified and otherworldly figure, looked utterly disheveled.
Fortunately, the Sword Qi in the Thatched Cottage gradually subsided after the door was pushed open and the energy was released. With his internal magic power surging and repairing his hidden injuries, Zhuge Xiang lifted his foot and took the lead into the Thatched Cottage.
Having already been injured, he needed to sit down and recuperate, but seeing that Zhuge Xiang had already entered the Thatched Cottage, Elder Moya's face flashed with urgency. He hurriedly took out a Mystic Pill the size of a longan and followed Zhuge Xiang into the Thatched Cottage.
Stepping into the Thatched Cottage, the environment was very simple, with only a bed made of some kind of metal, its deep black color seemingly capable of drawing one's soul in.
Aside from a Great Black Bed that was not aesthetically pleasing, or rather, ugly, there were some simple things like chairs, benches, and a teapot. However, the Thatched Cottage was in a mess, with even the tables and chairs overturned on the ground and covered with sword marks.
On the table, besides some broken Teacup and other items, what catches the eye is an Ancient Bronze Mirror. The mirror is engraved with Profound Mysteries Runes, and from time to time, a hazy stream of light flashes across it, making it clear that it is no ordinary object.
On the wall behind the Great Black Bed hangs a Calligraphy Painting, a huge piece of Calligraphy Painting almost as tall as a person, with two characters written on it, "The Sword Dao"!
These two simple words, imbued with terrifying Sword Intent, seem to leap from the paper and cleave a person in two. Clearly, these two words are infused with the Sword Dao that the Cold-Blooded Sword Venerable himself comprehended. Therefore, wherever one looks, the Sword Intent contained within them seems capable of severing one's soul.
On the ground, an Illustrated Book made of the fur of some unknown animal lay scattered, yet it remained intact despite the crisscrossing Sword Qi energy, indicating that its defenses were formidable.
Beside the bed hung a Four-Foot Green Edge, its blade purplish-red and sheathed, its edge imperceptible. Yet, Zhuge Xiang could clearly sense the terrifying aura contained within it.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing was a figure sitting cross-legged on the Great Black Bed, head down, with long black hair hanging down, making it impossible to see his face. Even though he was dead, his body was surrounded by an astonishing Sword Qi, making people feel that he was just sleeping and could suddenly strike at any moment to deliver a fatal blow.
A quick glance revealed that although most treasures were likely hidden in private spaces within the simple Thatched Cottage, the valuable ones were immediately recognizable.
Although the Great Black Bed is unremarkable in appearance, the Cold-Blooded Sword Venerable sat on it even when he was breaking through to the Great Black Bed must be no ordinary item.
The Sword Dao Calligraphy Painting contain the Sword Dao comprehended by the Cold-Blooded Sword Venerable. If one could take it back and study it carefully, its value would be more precious than a Sword Dao Secret Manual comparable to the Demon Luo Scripture.
The Ancient Bronze Mirror on the table had fallen to the ground, and there was a scroll made of the fur of some unknown animal. These were clearly treasures belonging to the Cold-Blooded Sword Venerable.
Of course, Zhuge Xiang's gaze was drawn to the Four-Foot Green Edge hanging on the wall. Although the purplish-red longsword was already sheathed and did not reveal any aura, Zhuge Xiang could still feel the Fiendish Aura contained within it.
Clearly, this is the target of Zhuge Xiang, Elder Moya, True Man Baijian, and Blood Rakshasa — the Immortal Slaying Sword!
"The Immortal Slaying Sword!" Zhuge Xiang's eyes narrowed as he looked at the Four-Foot Green Edge hanging on the wall. He reached out and grabbed at the Immortal Slaying Sword. The Cold-Blooded Sword Venerable was dead, so the Immortal Slaying Sword was now ownerless.
"This sword is mine!" Elder Moya shouted urgently upon seeing Zhuge Xiang's actions. As he spoke, a yin-yang symbol appeared in his palm, and he slammed his palm down towards Zhuge Xiang.
At this moment, the Elder Moya's hand seemed to transform into a gigantic hand thousands of feet long, with every line on it as Great Marsh and robust as mountains and rivers.
The Two Forms Myriad Phenomena Palm! (To be continued...)