C572 Begin
C572 Begin
After one reached Spirit Accumulation Stage, the intervals between meals could be stretched for a long time. After three to five days of eating, or even ten days to half months of eating, one wouldn't feel too hungry. However, ever since Chen Yu entered the ancient battlefield, he hadn't had a good meal.
After sweeping away the feast, Chen Yu looked at Lin Ya and the others who were sitting at the side and didn't even have the desire to move their chopsticks. He couldn't help but smile.
"Chen Junior Brother Chen Yu, now that you're full, can you tell me?" A woman said with a smile.
This woman's name was Lan Xinyu, also a Yang Opening Pavilion disciple. She only came here after Chen Yu came to this courtyard.
Now Chen Yu already knew that there were seven Wu Steelers in the Langya Sword Sect, named after Tianshu, Tianxuan, Phecda, Tianqian, Yuheng, Kai Yang, and Yao Guang. There was no difference in Langya Sword Sect s, there were only the seven pavilions that were subordinate to each other. The weakest disciples belonged to Dubhe Pavilion, and the strongest disciples belonged to Light Shaking Pavilion s.
After entering the sect, the disciples of Sword Sect would become the disciples of Dubhe Pavilion. After cultivating for a period of time, if their strength was sufficient, they could challenge any disciple of Merak Pavilion.
Other than Dubhe Pavilion, from Merak Pavilion to Light Shaking Pavilion, the number of disciples in each pavilion was determined by the quota. Different from Jian'ge, the difference in status and treatment was like heaven and earth.
Seventh Jian'ge's Kai Yang was ranked second, and could be considered one of the elites among the Sword Sect disciples.
The existence of Jian'ge, caused the competition between the Langya Sword Sect disciples to be extremely intense. To be able to become the final Light Shaking Pavilion disciple, not a single person wasn't a genius!
After eating their fill, Chen Yu glanced at Lin Ya and the others who were seated, and thought that their appetite had been lifted, so he did not delay any further, and told them everything that happened in the ancient battlefield, shocking all the Yang Opening Pavilion disciples who were seated around them.
Actually, Chen Yu didn't think that the matter of the ancient battlefield still hadn't spread throughout the entire Sword Sect. After careful thought, he estimated that the Sword Sect's upper echelons had intentionally sealed off the news.
After all, over a hundred Sword Sect disciples had all died in the ancient battlefield, and matters such as the whereabouts of Sect Master's only daughter were unknown.
Chen Yu did not have the concern of the Sword Sect higher ups, so he explained the dangers of the ancient battlefield one by one, causing Lin Ya, Lan Xinyu and the rest to be stunned.
Although this couldn't change the difficult situation Chen Yu was in at Langya Sword Sect, it at least made Chen Yu feel a lot better.
"How did Su Po's disciple die?" Ouyang Ming mumbled with a sorrowful expression.
"The disappearance of junior sister Yan'er, I don't know if she's still alive or not …" Many people looked worried, and some were even a little worried.
Lin Ya also had a heavy expression on his face. He stood up and said, "Thank you, Junior Brother Chen, for informing us about the ancient battlefield. We won't disturb your rest any longer. Goodbye!"
The other Yang Opening Pavilion disciples stood up, and looked at Chen Yu without any obvious hostility. Or rather, after hearing the news from the Ancient Battlefield, they were no longer in the mood to find trouble with Chen Yu!
"Bye!" Chen Yu said as he sat casually holding a glass of wine.
Under the impact brought by the news of the ancient battlefield, Lin Ya and the rest did not care about Chen Yu's attitude and left the small courtyard while discussing.
Chen Yu could be considered to have quietened down for the time being. He walked out of the lobby and entered an empty room at the side. The servant had already put some water in and he took off his clothes to take a bath.
While soaking in the hot water, Chen Yu felt very comfortable. However, he started to think about his situation.
The Langya Sword Sect's defense did not seem to be very tight, but in reality, with Chen Yu's strength, it was extremely difficult for him to escape from such a great sect.
Furthermore, even if they escaped Heavenly Sword Peak, how far could they escape under the pursuit of Profound Dark Stage Warriors?
Of course, even though the situation was difficult, Chen Yu wasn't dead for sure. It was true that there was a grudge between the Ruling Spirit Sect and the Ruling Spirit Sect, but it wasn't exactly the sworn enemy. There was no reason to take Chen Yu's life.
Speaking of which, Chen Yu's current situation was like a proton between nations, Langya Sword Sect would not easily let him go, and they would not casually take his life. And there were too many factors determining whether Chen Yu could leave the Langya Sword Sect safely. Chen Yu had to be careful and control his limits.
If Chen Yu's performance was worthless, the higher ups of the Langya Sword Sect would not necessarily want Chen Yu's life, but the disciples of the Langya Sword Sect definitely would not mind dying here.
And if Chen Yu's performance was too dazzling, causing the higher ups of Sword Sect to be afraid, they definitely would not let Chen Yu leave.
Other than that, if the two great sects were to have serious enmity with each other, Langya Sword Sect might use Chen Yu as a punching bag, taking Chen Yu's life to make him feel disgusted with Ruling Spirit Sect.
All of this just made Chen Yu feel a headache from analyzing it.
Chen Yu was too lazy to think anymore. He stood up, walked out of the bath barrel, changed into a robe, went into the bedroom and slept.
During this period of time on the ancient battlefield, Chen Yu's heart had indeed been tensed up. Now that he had reached the Langya Sword Sect, he didn't have any life or death worries for a short period of time, so he simply decided to have a good sleep and rest up.
Early the next morning, Chen Yu was still sleeping when he heard loud noises coming from outside.
Chen Yu got up and walked out of the bedroom. He saw four or five warriors standing in the small yard. The one in the lead was about thirty years old. He was tall, slim, handsome, but his face was full of hostility.
"You are Chen Yu from Ruling Spirit Sect?" The leader stared at Chen Yu and shouted angrily.
"Yes, I'm Chen Yu from Ruling Spirit Sect!" Chen Yu asked, "Who are you?"
"I am Wang Lin of the Yang Opening Pavilion!" The person's voice was hoarse as he said, "I want you to tell me that what you said yesterday, the news of the complete annihilation of my Langya Sword Sect's disciples in the ancient battlefield was false. You were the one who spoke nonsense, right?"
Chen Yu was slightly shocked when he heard that. He immediately shook his head and said, "I saw it with my own eyes!"
"Bullshit!" Wang Lin's face became twisted and he angrily shouted, "This can't be true! You liar! I'm going to tear your mouth apart!"
With that, Wang Lin grabbed a sword from one of the people behind him and swung down at him.
The sword aura poured down like a waterfall, incomparably sharp.
With one move, Chen Yu was able to see that Wang Lin had the strength of the 8th level of the Spirit Accumulation Stage and had already manifested his sword intent.
It was clear that Wang Lin had relatives or close friends that had gone to the ancient battlefield. He couldn't accept the news that Chen Yu had brought about all of the disciples of the Three Sects.
Although Wang Lin was still in a half-crazed state, his mastery of the sword was unquestionable.
Chen Yu thought for a while and did not retreat. The shape of his spirit armor appeared on the surface of his body as he threw out a punch.
The boxing aura exploded, and the boxing aura converged into a dragon.
In the midst of the loud explosion, Chen Yu took a step forward and punched the sword with his bare hand.
Wang Lin let go of the sword, but Chen Yu's fist didn't slow down at all. It slammed into Wang Lin's chest and the latter flew back.
Chen Yu still held back with this punch. Otherwise, with his power to kill the Corpse Beast, it would have been very easy for him to destroy Wang Lin with a single punch. After obtaining the spirit armor, Chen Yu's strength had increased drastically, so it was easy for him to deal with a martial practitioner of the eighth level of Spirit Accumulation Stage with his bare hands. Not to mention that Wang Lin didn't bring out the sword spirit, even if he did, Chen Yu would still be able to defeat it.
"Ahh!" Wang Lin let out an angry roar as a sword spirit appeared in his body.
That sword spirit was white in color. The moment it appeared, it had an unparalleled sharpness that pierced the skies as it slashed down towards Chen Yu.
Chen Yu raised his eyebrows and slapped towards the sword spirit.
Speaking of which, even though Chen Yu had seen quite a few sword spirits of Langya Sword Sect disciples in the ancient battlefield, this was only the first time he had truly exchanged blows with a sword spirit from a Sword Sect disciple.
In the midst of the tremors, Chen Yu felt his palm turn cold and in pain. The Spirit Armor on his palm was torn apart and a golden red light burst out. It was only then that he managed to break the Spirit Sword.
A golden and scarlet spirit light circulated on the spirit armor. Ripples appeared where the sword spirit had torn it, and it began to recover.
Wang Lin's sword spirit wasn't weak. The spirit armor was destroyed by it. Although Wang Lin was able to block it, it meant that Wang Lin's sword spirit could threaten Chen Yu.
The sword spirit flew up and circled around Chen Yu, as if it was looking for Chen Yu's weak point.
If he took out the Star Soul, it would be easy for him to suppress the Sword Spirit. However, if he were to reveal himself, it would attract the fear of the higher ups of the Langya Sword Sect.
The ability of Star Soul to suppress millions of Spiritual Soul was too scary. If it caused a strong fear, Chen Yu wouldn't be willing to see it.
With a thought, Chen Yu activated the Broken Sword and it flew out.
Snap
The palm struck the sword spirit again, and at the moment of contact, the spirit armor was torn apart and the sword spirit was sent flying.
The black Broken Sword found the opportunity and slashed down.
Shua, the sword spirit was split into two.
"Ah? Sword Spirit?" Some of the disciples that came with Wang Lin were dumbfounded and let out cries of shock.
"Why does he have a sword spirit? "No, that's not right. This Sword Spirit is incomplete!"
At the moment Wang Lin's sword spirit was cut off, Wang Lin's body trembled and he charged toward Chen Yu again.
Chen Yu shook his head. His body moved and his palm landed on Wang Lin's chest again.
A cracking sound could be heard as Wang Lin was knocked back even faster. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and fainted after falling to the ground.
Chen Yu had a lot of room for that punch before, so he was forced to use 80% of his power this time.
The sword spirit that was cut in half flew back toward Wang Lin and returned to his body.
The small courtyard became silent. The few Yang Opening Pavilion disciples that came with Wang Lin had strange expressions on their faces.
"Why aren't you bringing people to treat it?" Chen Yu shouted.
The few disciples of the Yang Opening Pavilion that came with Wang Lin felt like they had just woken up from a dream and quickly dragged Wang Lin away.
Chen Yu stood with his hands behind his back. He looked at the servants huddled in the corner and instructed them to prepare breakfast.
After defeating Wang Lin, Chen Yu didn't feel proud at all. He knew that Wang Lin was only the beginning and that his own Langya Sword Sect was still very long.