After recognizing the villain daddy, the little apprentice sister cheats all the way

"Xuan Xiao the Immortal predicted that there is a peerless spiritual treasure with fire attribute named 'Fen Tian' in the Ancient Divine Sword Tomb. Legend has it that this Burning Heaven Sword was forged with the true blood of a phoenix, and it can be upgraded to a holy weapon or even a divine weapon as the cultivator's cultivation level continues to rise!"

"hiss--"

Everyone in the surrounding area gasped.

"A spiritual treasure can generate spiritual consciousness, which is already very rare. Only high-level immortal cultivators are qualified to control it, not to mention that it is forged with the real blood of the phoenix and can be upgraded. If you get it, isn't it cheating?"

"Such a rare treasure, is Immortal Xuanxiao so confident in releasing the news? If it were me, I would definitely keep it a secret. I'm afraid this news of yours is not fake, right?"

"Tsk! You don't know this, do you? Immortal Xuanxiao released it on purpose. He has the confidence. His eldest disciple, Fairy Xie Qingyu, has dual spiritual roots of water and fire. Dual spiritual roots should be useless.

But who can blame him for his unique talent? He has reached the peak of the fourth level in just two years. He has an outstanding talent, a powerful status, and strong strength. He is also protected by the royal family and a group of immortal disciples. Who dares to compete with him, and who can win?"

Everyone felt regretful. In this case, wouldn’t the Burning Heaven Sword be in someone else’s pocket?

“No more talking, I want to follow you in and take a look at the fairy. Maybe I can gain some enlightenment and improve my cultivation! Even if I can’t find my natal sword again this year, this trip will be worth it!”

He bowed and said goodbye, then disappeared at a quick pace.

The words awakened the dreamers, and those who had listened to the gossip followed in.

Chu Chaozhao and the other four blinked their eyes, looking confused.

I can understand each word individually, so why can’t I understand when they are put together?

What is a spiritual treasure? Dual spiritual roots are useless? Why is it completely different from Yunzhou's?

Chu Chaozhao spotted another young lady who was looking for a sword outside and was afraid to go up the mountain. He put everything aside and started to act coquettishly and cutely.

Su Xi actually knew all of this, but seeing the little dumpling trying so hard to act cute and coquettish, he felt it was really rare, so he kept silent.

Chu Chaozhao went to great lengths, using a combination of deception and cuteness, to finally get the common sense of this world.

Outside Yunzhou, magical instruments are divided into ordinary instruments, treasure instruments, spiritual instruments, spiritual treasures, holy instruments, and divine instruments. Each one is further divided into low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, best-grade, and ultimate-grade. Outside Yunzhou, only those with a single spiritual root can practice normally and freely, while those with double spiritual roots or above are basically useless.

Apart from this, many other common sense of cultivating immortals have also been reconstructed, and today is their true start again.

Chu Chaozhao felt that she seemed to have become a fake immortal before.

After the five people asked clearly, they hurriedly followed in.

Once you enter the Immortal Mountain, the closer you get to the depths of the Sword Tomb, the more sinister and murderous aura will sweep over you. The stronger the feeling of suffocation, the fewer immortal cultivators there are.

Chu Chaozhao and his five companions chased after them, but they could not see the figures of those people anymore, and were lost in the vast Immortal Mountain. The hierarchy outside Yunzhou was extremely strict. Because of Yuan Shaojin's retreat at the foot of the mountain, many cultivators in the Sword Tomb avoided them as much as possible to avoid trouble. Some even hated them so much that they were afraid of being tainted by any unclean and filthy aura.

In the sword tomb, countless ancient swords stood quietly on the ground, with huge swords standing tall in between, towering into the sky. The sword bodies seemed to have been eroded by wind and frost, and soaked in blood for tens of thousands of years, filled with the vicissitudes of life and murderous aura that had been precipitated by time.

Under the dark sky, there were red-gold runes interweaving in the sword tomb, covering the entire Undead Mountain, trapping countless evil spirits within.

A huge stone six-armed statue looks ferocious, solemn and sacred, suppressing the entire Immortal Mountain. Its lowered eyes stare at everyone who walks into the Immortal Mountain, making people kneel down and worship, not daring to act unruly in the slightest.

Among Chu Chaozhao and his group, only Chu Chaozhao and Zhuge Fusheng were sword cultivators and needed to use swords. As soon as they entered the Immortal Mountain, they released their spiritual consciousness.

Chu Chaozhao raised her eyebrows. Why did she feel it was a bit strange?

Ever since she stepped into the sword tomb, she felt that the swords sleeping in the sword tomb were trembling, but she didn't know why.

She withdrew her consciousness and her eyes twitched wildly.

If the swordsman was humane, she would see a bunch of swordsmen holding small handkerchiefs, all throwing them at her, and constantly saying with a flattering smile: Guest, guest, come, come quickly~

Chu Chaozhao shuddered when he thought of that scene, and the little fat on his face began to tremble.

Su Xi stretched out his hand and poked, laughing: "The swords in this sword tomb are all average, but there is a sword that is barely worthy of you. It is in the north. Are you interested?"

Chu Chaozhao turned his head and looked at him: "Su Xi, are you serious? Like the swords in the sword tomb? If you say that, you will easily get beaten."

Su Xi disagreed.

Chu Chaozhao saw Zhuge Fusheng open his eyes, retract his spiritual consciousness, and knew what he was thinking at a glance.

"Asheng, have you encountered the natal sword that resonates with your soul? Where is it?"

The other three friends were happy for him and all looked at him.

Zhuge Fusheng was silent for a moment and said, "No."

He didn't care whether it was his natal sword or not. There was indeed a sword that resonated with his soul, but the sword was in the south, and he didn't want to find it. He wanted to accompany A Zhao to the north to find the sword that was barely worthy of A Zhao.

Jian, who was far away in the south, was sobbing while holding a handkerchief.

Chu Chaozhao saw through his thoughts and said without hesitation, "The others should accompany Ah Sheng to find the natal sword. The sword tomb is opened once every ten years, so you must bring the sword back!"

As she spoke, she stuffed a dozen talismans into Shangguan Suchen's hands and said, "Ah Chen, you are weak and it doesn't matter if you don't practice. Each of these talismans is one that I have infused with my spiritual power and improved. You only need to drop a drop of your blood on them and you can use them at will to protect yourself."

She threw a bunch of top-quality elixirs and magical instruments to them, and as if she was worried, she took out a bottle of Nine-Transformation Silver Orchid and a Moon-Stunning Flower and gave them to them.

"Their lives are in your hands, Achen."

Jokes aside, Jiu Moyi was right in one thing. Among them, Shangguan Suchen seemed the weakest, but he was actually the most stable one, with a very deep mind. The other three, except Asheng who was slightly better, were all extremely simple people. Chu Chaozhao felt relieved to leave them to Achen.

"Whether you get the sword or not, remember to meet up at the foot of the mountain before Immortal Mountain closes. Remember!"

But they stood there stubbornly.

Chu Chaozhao sighed and said with a smile: "Don't forget, although I am young, I have the blood of the demon god, and I have both spirit and demon veins. Who can hurt me? And I have the red fox Arong following me."

Tushan Rongqing shook his head.

——No, I am a waste now.

Others naturally also knew that time was limited and this natal sword was hard to come by.

Shangguan Suchen said rationally: "Then Zhao, be careful, let's go."

He pulled his sister and Jiu Moyi forward, and the two of them kept looking back like children.

Zhuge Fusheng raised her eyes and glanced at Chu Chaozhao, who gave her a reassuring smile. Zhuge Fusheng then turned and walked towards Shangguan Suchen.

When Chu Chaozhao saw them walking away, he asked, "Su Xi, where is the sword?"

"north."

Chu Chaozhao: ...

After a moment of silence, Su Xi burst into laughter and almost forgot that his little A Zhao was still a little directionally challenged.

Su Xi stopped at the right time and pointed the way.

Under the giant statue, a huge group of people stopped at his feet.

After Xie Qingyu killed an evil spirit, he stood still and bowed respectfully to the statue.

All the evil spirits were killed, the black air dissipated, and the red-gold runes flickered with light. A three-foot-long sword stood in front of the giant statue, clearly corroded and mottled by wind and frost, but it still exuded a terrible murderous aura and sharpness.

Xie Qingyu's clear eyes locked onto the sword at the first sight. After a moment of joy in her heart, she calmed down. She tightly gripped the ice-blue sword in her hand and walked towards the sword vigilantly.

The cold wind was blowing wildly as her slender figure walked against the wind. She killed an evil spirit in three steps, her clothes flying in the wind, and the silk ribbon on her silver crown and her black hair danced together in the killing. She was like a fairy from heaven, her whole body filled with immortal air, and the blending with the unstoppable murderous aura created a different kind of beauty.

The people from the immortal sect behind him and the other immortal cultivators who followed were all stunned and lost themselves in the confusion.

Yuan Shaojin gazed at the figure from afar, silent for the first time. He stretched out his hand and vaguely reached for her silk ribbon fluttering in the wind.

The young man, who had always been proud and noble, surrendered willingly for the first time.

Before Xie Qingyu's hand touched the rusty sword, the sleeping Immortal Mountain suddenly shook, a red beam of light shot up into the sky, and she was forced back several meters by the sword energy.