I Have Countless Legendary Swords!

Zhou Xuanji turned and brought Jingtian Eagle aside so as to not disturb Xiao Jinghong and the others from cultivating.

“Has the Sword Saint left Ten-thousand Swords Divine Mountain?” He softly asked. Every three months, he would send the Four Mountain-Guarding Kings in turns to scout for information.

The Four Mountain-Guarding Kings each had their own demon armies, so it was incredibly easy for them to gather information.

Jingtian Eagle respectfully replied, “No, nor has Yang Di headed to Ten-thousand Swords Divine Mountain; they are each minding their own business.”

Both the human race and demon race believed that the Sword Saint and Yang Di would definitely fight.

With the Sword Saint’s temperament, how could he accept not being number one?

“That makes sense. The Sword Saint needs to recover his cultivation, while Yang Di is busy trying to establish a Great Fate Empire. They won’t fight for now,” Zhou Xuanji said as he nodded. For some reason, he had a feeling that before challenging Yang Di, the Sword Saint would come to find him first.

Defeating the second in the world, then challenging the first in the world—that was the right procedure for showing off.

If Shi Shenzong defeated the first in the world and then challenged the second, it would not look as good.

“This subordinate was unable to ascertain the whereabouts of Tian or Great Emperor Heartless. However, I obtained some information regarding the Tanhua Sect,” Jingtian Eagle continued, and his expression became slightly strange.

Tanhua Sect?

Zhou Xuanji raised his eyebrows; he had almost forgotten about the existence of the Tanhua Sect.

Ever since the battle at Fallen Immortal Heavenly Lake, in his eyes, the Tanhua Sect had already scattered and could not make any more waves.

“This subordinate understands that the Tanhua Sect is wantonly recruiting disciples in the west of the Northern Wilderness, and there are rumors that Sect Lord Xian has revived the Ancient Diablo…” Jingtian Eagle continued to speak, his tone a bit hesitant.

After all, since Great Emperor Heartless and the Sword Saint had both reappeared in the world, it was not unimaginable that the Ancient Diablo could be revived.

Zhou Xuanji narrowed his eyes; it seemed that Xian Xianghua did not kill the Ancient Diablo’s soul.

No wonder the Ancient Diablo’s soul could struggle on at death’s door all that time within Fallen Immortal Heavenly Lake.

In the end, they were still father and daughter.

However, he felt that the Ancient Diablo would become Xian Xianghua’s puppet.

After all, he could feel Xian Xianghua’s hatred towards the Ancient Diablo; it was something that pervaded into her soul, and it could not be dispelled.

“Mm, is there any other important news?” Zhou Xuanji asked. He was not worried about Xian Xianghua.

That old demonic woman had been encircled and attacked by heroes of the world many times and had not died yet; this showed how difficult it was to kill her.

Jingtian Eagle shook his head. He then suddenly thought of something and said in a low voice, “There actually is one thing, which is quite strange, but I should tell you. It’s said that a 3,000 meter tall golden buddha image appeared in Dongyuan Monastery and lasted for the time of half an incense stick before dissipating. It’s difficult to tell if this news is true or not, but if it’s true, it’s definitely not good for you.”

He knew that there was enmity between Chief Monk Xuanhe and Zhou Xuanji. This was particularly because it related to Xian Xianghua as well—it was an irreconcilable hatred.

Dongyuan Monastery…

Zhou Xuanji waved his hand, signaling for Jingtian Eagle to leave. He then stroked his chin as he thought to himself. Had Chief Monk Xuanhe completed some kind of peerless technique?

He thought about it for a bit before disregarding it. His opponents were the Sword Saint, Yang Di, Tian, and Great Emperor Heartless.

Chief Monk Xuanhe was not qualified to be his opponent!

Zhou Xuanji turned and continued to teach Xiao Jinghong and the others.

Six hours later, Zhou Xuanji walked to the cliff and continued to internalize qi and cultivate.

He was still some way away from Great Realization Level Three, but that did not mean that he had not become stronger.

In the past three years, apart from obtaining some new swords, his comprehension of the Celestial Devil Rebirth Technique had become deeper.

This technique not only allowed one to be reborn, but it could also create a Celestial Devil.

If he could fuse the Celestial Devil with the Emperor’s Way Thousand Hand Sword Buddha, he could create an even more powerful sword technique.

Even he was amazed at his talent.

It seemed that he was born to train with a sword.

Late at night, he returned to his room. After flirting with each other for a bit, the two of them lay on the bed and started to chat.

After Jiang Xue had started to learn divination from Daoya Old Man, her cultivation had greatly increased. She was now preparing to break through to the Astral Projection stage, and she had gained some distance from Huang Lianxin, who had once had the same cultivation as her.

“Xuanji, every time Grand-Teacher mentions Shi Shenzong, he looks incredibly respectful; it seems that he’s incredibly powerful. If he comes to find you, will you have the confidence to deal with him?” Jiang Xue lay on her side, propped up by her right arm, as she asked out of curiosity.

She was not like Lin Changge and Xiao Jinghong who had grown up in sects; she had traveled about with Zhou Xuanji since they were young and did not know about many of the Northern Wilderness’ legends. Despite hearing them talk about how amazing Shi Shenzong was, she did not feel much awe or respect.

Zhou Xuanji smiled and said, “He’s indeed very powerful, but I’m not weak either. Don’t forget, before he died, he did not become a Great Emperor. If it wasn’t for the fact that he taught the Hegemon Sword Emperor, he would not have reached such a legendary status.”

Shi Shenzong had brought about the Hegemon Sword Emperor’s success, and the Hegemon Sword Emperor had in turn brought about Shi Shenzong’s fame.

It was a pity that their descendants and successors did not acknowledge each other.

Even to date, the Hegemon Sword Sect and Ten-thousand Swords Divine Mountain did not get along.

The two of them then discussed Tian and Great Emperor Heartless late into the night before they fell asleep.

Only every month would they relax and sleep like this; normally, after returning to the room, they would continue to cultivate regardless of day or night.

Five days later, Zhou Xuanji, who was cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes. He flipped his right hand and a bronze dagger appeared.

The bronze dagger was burning hot and turned red, giving off steam.

Soon, Daoseeker’s figure appeared.

“Things are bad; the Ten Thousand Year Prince has appeared, and he is Great Chen’s Prince, Chen Bantian. Yang Di, Chief Monk Xuanhe, and Tian have all gone to fight over him. You have to steal away the Ten Thousand Year Prince before they arrive. If they kill the Ten Thousand Year Prince, it will be unfavorable for your future,” Daoseeker said in a low voice. Hearing this, Zhou Xuanji’s expression became quite strange.

Chen Bantian was the Ten Thousand Year Prince?

No, it was Meng Tianlang!

He did not reveal this; after all, he had already locked down the information that Meng Tianlang was the Ten Thousand Year Prince and forbidden people from revealing it. Even the second generation disciples did not know.

“Do you think I can deal with Yang Di and Tian?” Zhou Xuanji calmly asked. He felt quite hesitant. He had an old friendship with Chen Bantian and wanted to nurture him and develop a connection between the Emperor Sword Court and the Great Chen in the future.

Should he go to help?

Daoseeker sighed and said, “How do you know Yang Di and Tian will join forces?”

Zhou Xuanji came to his senses. Indeed, Tian specifically killed those with Monarchial Violet Qi, and Yang Di was someone with Monarchial Violet Qi. When the two of them met, it would be like a comet smashing into the earth.

“I’d suggest you quickly act. If you’re late, the Ten Thousand Year Prince will be taken away.” After saying this, Daoseeker vanished.

Following this, Zhou Xuanji gathered Daoya Old Man, Jiang Xue, Meng Tianlang, and the others and told them about this.

Everyone was greatly startled; how could Chen Bantian be the Ten Thousand Year Prince?

However, Daoseeker was profound and unfathomable, and he had a mysterious background. He was definitely stronger than Han Daozi—could it be that Han Daozi had misjudged?

Facing everyone’s confused gazes, Meng Tianlang’s face became red and he said, “Could it be that my talent is not worthy of being the Ten Thousand Year Prince?”

Daoya Old Man stroked his chin and said wistfully, “It is difficult for even one Ten Thousand Year Prince to appear in 10,000 years, but no one can guarantee that two Ten Thousand Year Princes can’t appear together. Even if Chen Bantian is not the Ten Thousand Year Prince, his identity definitely is not simple.”

Thinking of how Chen Bantian had suffered all kinds of difficulties and trials and survived, it showed that his Fate was not ordinary.