“Sects and the Deity Temple?” Xie Wuji’s angry expression immediately faded.
“Don’t sects stay away from worldly matters?” Ling Chuxi asked with a frown. ‘Why did they all appear this time?’
“In the past, as long as the six countries were not in a chaotic war, they would not intervene. This so-called rise and fall of a sovereign country means nothing to them, the reason for their intervention this time is more likely related to the Cang Yuan Sword,” Mo Kongyuan said contemplatively.
“Cang Yuan Sword?” Ling Chuxi’s heart skipped a beat. If Mo Kongyuan had not brought it up, she would have forgotten that Cang Yuan had not awoken since the last time it went into a deep sleep. No matter how she called out, there seemed to be no response. If not for the faint mental connection, she almost would have thought that the sword spirit had disappeared, never to be seen again.
“The Cang Yuan Sword is an ancient, treasured sword, and within it lies the spirit of a supremely strong cultivator with a spiritual consciousness. It is also known as the Ancient Killing Sword. When that expert was about to die, this sword gave up its body as well, breaking into seven pieces that were spread around the world. Legends say that whoever obtains even one piece will be able to get all the other pieces of the sword, and comprehend the magnificent skills of the entire lifetime of that strong cultivator. However, for tens of thousands of years, the various sects have been unable to find it,” Mo Kongyuan explained to Ling Chuxi. His explanation was not as detailed as Huangfu Qingjue’s, most likely because he did not know much about the sword.
Nobody noticed that as he was saying this, Su Yizhi’s gaze turned serious and heavy.
“When you were in Little Silver Ancient Mountain, a vision appeared in the sky. It was the sign that one of the remnants of the Cang Yuan Sword had reappeared. It’s certain that the various sects have sent out their disciples to search for the whereabouts of the Cang Yuan Sword, and they are hoping that the chaos from the war does not affect their movements.” Mo Kongyuan thought that when Ling Chuxi was stuck in the Little Silver Ancient Mountain, she was unaware of the Cang Yuan Sword Essence appearing in the world.
“Hmph! When Ding Lin Country invaded my Nan Xia, why were they not bothered?” Fu Huayi harrumphed in dissatisfaction. Although she had said that, the answer was clear to everyone present. Back then, Nan Xia’s old emperor had passed away and the new emperor had yet to be established, their guardian was severely injured and the court was in chaos, each prince harbored their own malicious thoughts and even if Nan Xia was gone, it would not have had that great of an impact.
However, Ding Lin Country had, after all, been the sovereign country for hundreds of years. The country’s army and martial prowess far surpassed the other countries. If they really fought and both sides had losses, then each country would definitely have to pay a heavy price. In order to not the affect their search for the Cang Yuan Sword’s whereabouts, the various sects naturally did not wish to see such a situation happen.
“That’s right, you mentioned that there was even a representative from the Deity Temple?” Ling Chuxi asked.
“Yes, those shameless things actually have the guts to come to my Nan Xia Country! The death of my Imperial Father and the chaos in court are probably related to that despicable E Shulan. It is a pity that the moment you all returned, she disappeared. She probably felt guilty and ran away, but now, there’s no way to prove anything. If I see her, I will definitely poison her until she’s neither human or ghost!” Fu Huayi exclaimed angrily. Before Ling Chuxi, she put away her empress mask, and revealed the emotions that a young girl her age should have.
“What are you prepared to do now then?” Ling Chuxi asked.
“Am I not also caught in a difficult situation? How would I dare to make the decision on my own? That’s why I am here to seek Mister Mo’s guidance,” Fu Huayi said simply.