Cheng Kong and Tongming naturally couldn’t just sit back and do nothing.
"So he wants us to help?"
Zheng Fa set down the Communication Talisman, looking towards Zhang.
"It’s better to be cautious," Zheng Fa said directly.
After all, he wanted to avenge Gao Yuan, but the number of Divinity Transformations was still unclear...
That was a bit terrifying.
Rashly getting involved would be like serving Jiushan Sect up to the Great Freedom Demon Sect on a silver platter.
However, Zhang shook her head: "We can’t afford to offend Master Cheng Kong too much."
Zheng Fa silently nodded.
This was the helplessness of being weak...
Jiushan Sect and the Demon Sect, having already offended the Great Freedom Demon Sect, naturally couldn’t afford to disrespect the Xuanwei Five Sects.
When Master Cheng Kong said the Jiushan Realm was unsafe, wasn’t it also a veiled warning?
Staying out of things also required strength; when the top two fight, the third often dies first...
But Zheng Fa still did not want to gamble with the safety of Jiushan Realm.
Thinking it over, he suddenly recalled something: "Zhang, did Cheng Kong say before that he killed the Blood River Ancestor?"
"Yes, the disciples of the Hundred Immortals Alliance all saw it; Master Cheng Kong wielding the Quiet Bamboo, struck and killed the Blood River Ancestor in one blow."
"Then... do you think that Lifebound Flying Sword of the Blood River Ancestor in our Jiushan Realm is still alive?"
Zheng Fa took Zhang to the Medicine Garden, accompanied by Master Pang and their Master, bolstering their numbers.
After all, they were guarding against a Divinity Transformation.
At the center of the Medicine Garden stood a small hill formed by the Sun and Moon Clock.
At the foot of the hill, the Immortal Sword of the Blood River Ancestor lay limp on the ground, devoid of any Spiritual Energy.
It seemed no longer divine.
Previously at the auction, they had sold the coffin of the Copper Coffin Elder.
But this flying sword was kept back, partly because it was a Divinity Transformation Spiritual Treasure, a bit too precious to let go.
Of course, the main reasons were that they dared not sell it, fearing others wouldn’t dare to buy...
Now the sword was suppressed by the Sun and Moon Clock; if it were sold and the Blood River Ancestor freed, that would be a joke.
Looking at the motionless flying sword, Elder Yuan wondered aloud, "Is it dead?"
Master Pang shook his head: "Don’t know..."
After all, there was no real Divinity Transformation in Jiushan Realm; understanding of the Divinity Transformation Realm was always incomplete.
Elder Yuan pondered for a while, and a Array Plate flew out from above his head, setting up the Circulation Divine Thunder Formation.
Bolts of lightning, like raindrops, struck the black flying sword, crackling loudly, with the Thunder Light even making it hard to keep one’s eyes open.
But the flying sword remained motionless, seemingly having no defensive capabilities, just lying flat and taking the strikes.
After the lightning, although there were no marks on the sword, it also showed no signs of being alive.
The crowd looked at each other, somewhat puzzled, but didn’t take it lightly.
Master Pang thought for a moment, then suddenly reminded Zheng Fa, "Keep an eye on it, remember to suppress it with the Sun and Moon Clock at any time!"
Zheng Fa blinked, not understanding why Master Pang said this.
He saw Master Pang lifting his foot, rubbing it back and forth on the sword.
Seeing that the Lifebound Flying Sword of the Blood River Ancestor remained still, Elder Yuan nodded: "It looks like it really is dead."
Master Pang, while rubbing, also nodded, seeming to agree with Elder Yuan’s conclusion.
The crowd understood this judgment... If the Blood River Ancestor were still alive, such a humiliation underfoot would have been too much to bear.
Even Master Pang’s rubbing movements grew more confident, more fluent, and more rhythmic.
Zheng Fa looked at the humiliated flying sword, thought for a moment, then a five-colored divine light flew out, landing on the sword.
On the flying sword, Spiritual Energy uncontrollably flashed, slowly revealing the figure of the Blood River Ancestor.
Master Pang’s face stiffened as he felt his leg was probably in trouble—because, the rising figure of the Blood River Ancestor, was precisely using his face to press against his shoe sole.
The expression on that face was indescribable—
Probably like, failing to feign death but truly socially dead.