Ling Zhantian's voice wasn't loud.
But as soon as the words "Myriad Poison Tyrant Body" were uttered, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly fell silent.
Ling Xueyao looked up abruptly, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.
She only knew that Chu Yunfei had a way to neutralize deadly poisons, but she never imagined that he possessed such a legendary physique.
The Myriad Poison Tyrant Body can absorb all the world's rarest poisons and nourish the body with them.
With their physique fully developed, a single drop of their blood is enough to poison even the most formidable foe. With every gesture, they can conjure a terrifying Myriad Poison Domain that strike fear into the hearts of all. To fight such a person is to risk being utterly destroyed, leaving no trace of their body.
Chu Yunfei pondered for a moment, then did not deny it.
"Indeed, it is the Myriad Poison Tyrant Body."
Ling Zhantian's fingers, which were resting on the armrest, paused slightly.
Although Ling Changkong had already guessed, a strange look still flashed across his aged face when it was confirmed.
Ling Xueyao turned to look at Chu Yunfei.
"You never told me this?"
Chu Yunfei glanced at her.
"Her Highness didn't ask either."
Ling Xueyao was speechless.
She thought it over carefully and realized that Chu Yunfei had never deliberately hidden it.
However, she was so concerned about her father's safety that she didn't ask him how he had removed the Soul-Devouring Nether Poison.
Ling Zhantian took in their reactions, his face revealing neither joy nor anger.
" The Soul-Devouring Nether Poison is an ancient and rare poison that has been extinct for many years."
"Ordinary alchemists and poison masters, let alone completely eradicate it from their bodies and souls, probably cannot even identify its origin."
"Young friend Chu, even with your high level of expertise in alchemy and poison, it would be difficult for you to achieve this at such a young age."
Ling Zhantian looked at Chu Yunfei, his tone calm.
"Of all the possibilities I can think of, the Myriad Poison Tyrant Body is the most reasonable."
Chu Yunfei remained expressionless.
Ling Zhantian's deduction was correct.
However, the other party would never have imagined that the one who truly eradicated the Soul-Devouring Nether Poison was not the Myriad Poison Tyrant Body, but the Divine Cauldron of Heavenly Mandate.
Although the Myriad Poison Tyrant Body can devour most toxins, it is difficult to peel away the poison threads one by one without damaging the soul.
The true suppressor and refiner of the Soul-Devouring Nether Poison was the refining power within the Divine Cauldron of Heavenly Mandate.
He naturally wouldn't tell anyone this secret.
Ling Zhantian did not press the matter further.
He had just woken up; his face was still pale, but his mind was not sluggish at all.
After a brief pause, he suddenly asked, "Young friend Chu, have you ever considered why Nangong Wuhen, the Holy Son of the Heavenly Sword Sect Nangong Wuhen, is so determined to hunt you down?"
Chu Yunfei raised an eyebrow slightly.
"For a sword."
" The Giant Que Sword left to me by my father."
Ling Zhantian nodded slowly.
After he woke up, Ling Changkong had already compiled the important events that had recently occurred into an intelligence jade slip and presented it to him.
This included all information about Chu Yunfei.
"Just for a Earth Rank Upper Grade spirit sword?"
Chu Yunfei did not answer.
Because this was also something he couldn't understand.
As the Holy Son of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Nangong Wuhen may possess a precious Earth Rank Upper Grade spiritual weapon, but it is not worth him disregarding his status to snatch it, nor is it worth Mo Yuan personally descending to issue a bounty.
What they wanted was clearly not an ordinary spirit sword.
Chu Yunfei looked at Ling Zhantian.
"Since His Majesty has specifically brought this up, he must have already seen through the clues."
Ling Zhantian did not answer directly, but instead extended his hand.
"May I have a look at that Giant Que Sword?"
Chu Yunfei did not immediately draw his sword.
The Giant Que Sword is the only relic left by his father, and it's also something Nangong Wuhen is willing to pay any price to take away.
However, this is the Imperial Palace of the Great Qian Dynasty.
Ling Zhantian possessed the Divine Sea Realm Ninth Level, and standing beside him was Ling Changkong, Dao Mysterious Realm Second Stage.
If they really wanted to forcibly take it, they wouldn't have needed to ask for his opinion at all.
"Can."
Chu Yunfei raised his hand and brushed it across the storage ring.
An ancient sword, entirely black, appeared in his hand.
The Giant Que Sword is broad and simple, with no dazzling spiritual light or imposing Sword Qi. Even the fluctuations that Earth Rank Upper Grade spiritual weapon should have are very weak.
If placed among a pile of old weapons, it would probably be difficult for most people to give it a second glance.
Ling Xueyao carefully examined the sword.
"Is this the Giant Que Sword that Nangong Wuhen chased after you so many times?"
"Good."
Chu Yunfei held the sword horizontally and presented it to Ling Zhantian.
Ling Zhantian did not reach out to take the sword.
A wisp of divine consciousness spread out from between his brows and slowly swept along the sword's edge.
At first, his expression didn't change at all.
His gaze only stopped when his divine sense landed on the end of the sword hilt.
"It's here after all."
These words were spoken softly, but they did not escape Chu Yunfei's ears.
Ling Zhantian lightly tapped his fingers together, and a wisp of spiritual energy landed at the end of the sword hilt.
The black rust covering the area hadn't peeled off, but instead had developed a very faint sheen.
An ancient rune, almost worn smooth by time, gradually emerged from beneath the rust.
Chu Yunfei looked at the rune, his expression changing slightly.
He had possessed the Giant Que Sword for quite some time, yet he had never discovered the hidden secrets within this place.
Ling Changkong took half a step forward.
He stared at the rune for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed.
"This is the Heaven-Slaying Seal."
He suddenly raised his head.
"Is this sword the key to the legacy left behind by the Heaven-Slaying Sword Emperor?"
The hall fell silent instantly.
Ling Xueyao's gaze returned to the Giant Que Sword, her expression one of utter shock.
Chu Yunfei then looked at Ling Zhantian.
The other person's earlier comment, "As expected," indicates that he didn't discover the rune by chance.
He knew where to look from the very beginning.
At the same time, deep within Chu Yunfei's sea of consciousness, the illusory figure that had been asleep suddenly opened its eyes.
" Heaven-Slaying?"
Xiaoxiao Dragon stared at the runes on the Giant Que Sword, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.
"Is it a case of the same name, or...?"
Her voice was very soft.
Chu Yunfei's attention was focused on Ling Zhantian and the Giant Que Sword, and he did not hear the muttering to himself.
He gripped the sword tightly and asked in a deep voice, "What is the meaning of the key to the legacy of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Emperor?"
Ling Changkong did not answer immediately, but looked at Ling Zhantian first.
Ling Zhantian withdrew that wisp of spiritual power, and the runes on the sword hilt disappeared back into the rust.
" Heaven-Slaying Seal was found in Emperor Taizu's personal notes."
"I was merely confirming this based on the records in the handbook."
He spoke frankly, as if he had nothing to hide.
"This Giant Que Sword is no ordinary spiritual weapon; it is one of the three inheritance keys left behind by the Heaven-Slaying Sword Emperor a hundred thousand years ago."
One hundred thousand years ago.
Chu Yunfei slowly savored the passage of time.
This is a period of time that ordinary sects cannot fully trace back.
Even though the lifespan of the Divine Sea Realm expert far exceeds that of a mortal, it is still only a fleeting moment in the face of 100,000 years.
Looking at the ordinary-looking ancient sword, Ling Xueyao finally understood why Nangong Wuhen was so crazy.
If the Giant Que Sword is truly related to the inheritance of an ancient sword emperor, not to mention the holy son of the Heavenly Sword Sect, even the Dao Mysterious Realm ancestors of the Seven Sects who have been in seclusion for many years will personally step in to compete for it.
Ling Zhantian continued, " The Heaven-Slaying Sword Emperor suddenly appeared on the True Martial Continent 100,000 years ago."
No one knows his origins, nor does anyone know his true level of attainment.
"The world only knows that he called himself Heaven-Slaying."
When that name was mentioned, Ling Zhantian's tone became more respectful.
"Back then, there were ten Titled Emperor Realm experts on the True Martial Continent. Five of them, for reasons unknown, engaged in a great battle with the Heaven-Slaying Sword Emperor."
"In that battle, Heaven-Slaying only drew his sword once."
Ling Xueyao couldn't help but ask, "What was the result?"
Ling Zhantian glanced at her.
Five Titled Emperor Realm perished on the spot.
Ling Xueyao's eyes widened in shock.
One sword, slaying five emperors!