Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family Chapter 37 Sword Spirit Never Be a Slave, Unless Board and L

"No more."

Chen Zhixing shrugged his shoulders.

He could distinctly sense that the aura emanating from Sword Spirit Qingzhi had progressed from the Void Transformation Realm to the Clarity Realm!

"Alright." Sword Spirit Qingzhi nodded with a hint of disappointnt.

"Don’t be anxious. After we return from the Southern Border, I’ll let you eat to your heart’s content." Chen Zhixing laughed.

"Really?"

Instantly, Sword Spirit Qingzhi’s eyes lit up, and she jumped with joy.

"Of course, it’s true." Chen Zhixing chuckled.

This Sword Spirit Qingzhi seems to have existed for an incredibly long ti, yet she has spent most of that ti sleeping.

Her temperant is quite similar to that of a young girl.

Imdiately.

Chen Zhixing flipped his right hand, and a black sword box appeared in his hand.

The entire sword box was made of black gold dragon sandalwood, with simple arrays nurturing the spiritual soul engraved with Nine Heavens Star Sand.

This is a supre treasure specifically used to nurture divine weapons!

This single sword box is worth a fortune outside!

"Is this... for ?"

Sword Spirit Qingzhi stared blankly at the sword box.

"Of course, who else would it be for?" Chen Zhixing raised an eyebrow.

Sword Spirit Qingzhi looked at the sword box, then at Chen Zhixing’s matter-of-fact face, and couldn’t control her emotions any longer. She burst into tears.

"Boohoo, when I was following that Ye Chen, I didn’t even have a sword scabbard, let alone a sword box. I, a grand Longevity Sword Spirit, was wrapped in a torn cloth bag, exposed to the wind and rain, sun and rain daily..."

"I ate scrap iron and lived in a torn cloth bag..."

Sword Spirit Qingzhi finally couldn’t hold back anymore and let all her grievances pour out.

"I treated him so well, defending him with my life several tis, and yet this is how he repaid ..."

The more Sword Spirit Qingzhi thought, the more aggrieved she beca until she finally cried loudly.

Chen Zhixing was montarily stunned, unsure of how to respond.

He could only reach out and pat the sword handle, as if comforting a child, and said, "Alright, alright, don’t cry. Be good."

"Follow in the future, and I’ll make sure you have everything you desire."

Sword Spirit Qingzhi sniffled a couple of tis, then gritted her teeth and said, "What about Ye Chen’s corpse? I won’t be satisfied until I hack at it a couple more tis!"

Chen Zhixing touched his nose, sowhat speechless.

Are won always this vengeful?

"His corpse has already been fed to the dogs." Chen Zhixing replied casually.

"That really let him off easy!"

Sword Spirit Qingzhi snorted coldly, then looked at Chen Zhixing, having made up her mind to stick closely to him and work with him.

The next mont.

Sword Spirit Qingzhi leaped and entered the sword box.

She imdiately felt as if she were enveloped in a warm ocean, with nurturing spiritual soul energy converging from all directions, gently repairing and nourishing her spiritual soul.

"It’s great to have wealth." Qingzhi thought happily to herself.

Snap.

Chen Zhixing closed the sword box and walked out of the chamber step by step.

"Is this what they call a sword spirit never to be enslaved, except being well-cared for?"

He couldn’t help but think to himself.

...

...

The next day.

At dawn.

The sound of a bell and drum echoed through the mist-covered Ziwei Mountain.

Instantly, all nine peaks of Ziwei Mountain were abuzz with activity.

Youths who had been cultivating opened their eyes one after another.

"It’s here!"

The Ninth Peak, where the collateral descendants of the Chen Family resided.

A young man with a head full of purple hair suddenly opened his eyes.

In his eyes, nurous Great Tao Runes flashed by.

"The Southern Border trial is finally beginning, isn’t it?"

With a flash of his figure, he erged from the house.

This ti, he wanted to show the Chen Family who the true dragon of the Chen Family was!

The Seventh Peak.

A thousand-foot waterfall cascaded down from the peak, crashing onto the green stones of the pool and sending up a great spray of water.

This is a famous scenic spot of the Ziwei Chen Family, known as the Thousand Feet.

At this mont, beneath the Thousand Feet Waterfall.

A young man with disheveled hair, naked to the waist, revealing a body of strong and well-defined muscles, stood with his head bowed, holding two sabers, allowing the waterfall mighty enough to smash the green rocks to crash over him.

He remained unmoved.

"Ten years, it’s finally going to begin."

He slowly lifted his head, revealing an astonishingly marked face.

His entire face was covered with hideous patterns resembling centipedes.

His na was Chou’er.

Chen Chou’er.

rely because he was born with an ugly appearance, his father, known as a generation’s master, glanced at him once, called him "Chou’er," and abandoned him in the Seventh Peak, where the servants resided.

For sixteen years, his father never visited him again.

In the beginning, his father would occasionally inquire about his condition from the servants in charge of the Miscellaneous Affairs Departnt.

But ever since his father had a Nine Ancient Pattern Chen Family dragon child, it was as if he’d completely forgotten him.

Even when he took the initiative to visit the First Peak several tis, he was directly driven out of the First Peak.

Afraid that his dragon son might overthink, they even sent soone to threaten him strictly not to disclose their father-son relationship to others!

And all this, rely because of his ugly appearance!

rely because his mother was just a servant maid!

[You don’t think just because you gave birth to my son you can board the great ship of the Chen Family, do you?]

[I’m telling you, our Chen Family doesn’t have such lowly and ugly bloodlines! You are not fit to be called my son, Chen Tianxiong!]

[Behave yourself and stay on the Seventh Peak. I’ll allow you to remain in the Chen Family. But if I hear any rumors, I won’t even consider our slightest connection!]

The mocking words that Chen Tianxiong had once sent to him and his mother echoed continuously in Chen Chou’er’s mind.

Chen Chou’er’s grip on the sword’s handle tightened, making a cracking sound as veins protruded.

"Chen Tianxiong!!!"

He squeezed a na out through clenched teeth.

The next mont.

He took a deep breath, his expression gradually returning to calm.

"Mother, watch from the heavens as I slowly raise your spiritual tablet to the ancestral shrine of the Chen Family."

Imdiately, he turned his head to look in the direction of the First Peak, letting out a low laugh, his entire face twisting into a hideous grin because of it.

"Chen Zhaosheng, the young king, is it..."

"Very well, this ti, I will defeat and crush you in front of everyone to show the entire Chen Family who the true hope of the Chen Family is!"

"In my veins, the sa blood of the Chen Family flows!!"

Chen Chou’er’s eyes were full of fervor.

...

...

At the sa ti.

On the summit of the First Peak.

Chen Zhaosheng stood with his hands behind his back, the invisible majesty between his brows growing vastly heavy, as if a true king stood there, making it difficult for others to gaze directly at him.

His gaze swept over the Nine Peaks of Ziwu one by one, finally settling on the location of the Third Peak.

"My brother, I truly wish to see just how long you plan to hide?"

"To what stage has your cultivation reached? Could it be, like , Clarity Realm?"

Chen Zhaosheng’s face was calm, as if speaking to himself, or as if conversing with soone across a distance.

No one could see it.

In the deepest part of his eyes, there was a spark of excitent gently burning.

...

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Thanks to all the big shots for the monthly tickets, and thanks to big shot Feng You Zhi Ling for the 500 coin reward. Thanks, thanks.

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