Imperial Cultivation-Chapter 987 - 983: Relenting

This presence’s existence makes Super Sense unable to capture it.

Super Sense has always been his foundation and source of confidence.

It’s the divine power he trusts and relies on more than the Clone Divine Power.

Among the treasures he has seen, those that can deceive Super Sense are few and far between.

But they are all top-tier strange treasures.

Super Sense cannot feel the existence of this presence, let alone others.

Now he is the Great Sky Demon. Without Super Sense determining in advance that this sword is extraordinary, he wouldn’t be able to see its extraordinariness.

As for this peculiar presence, it’s almost nonexistent.

Other Great Sky Demons aren’t as certain and confident as he is. If they doubt and fail to capture the presence of Canghai’s Handwriting, naturally they won’t discover it.

Meng Qi hurriedly asked, "Is this sword the sword of Ancestor Canghai?"

Leng Tieya’s thoughts were racing, processing countless ideas in an instant, and he slowly said, "It should be."

"Junior Brother, is it truly the sword of Ancestor Canghai?!"

Meng Qi repeatedly confirmed, asking several times.

Leng Tieya, annoyed by his questioning, replied irritably, "What does it matter if this sword is Ancestor Canghai’s sword or not? It should have been studied by Meng Family experts for a long time, even if it is Ancestor Canghai’s sword, Meng Family still can’t discover anything, it’s pointless!"

"Not the same, not the same," Meng Qi shook his head with a smile. "As long as it’s Ancestor Canghai’s sword, its value naturally differs."

A sword that appears ordinary, whether it’s a common ancient sword or Ancestor Canghai’s sword, the value is worlds apart.

Leng Tieya drew the sword from its sheath, examining the bright and flawless sword, feeling its chilling coldness: "But if you tell others this sword is Ancestor Canghai’s sword, they won’t believe it."

He flicked his finger lightly.

The sword vibrated like a nimble snake, with a humming resonance echoing inside the sword.

It is indeed a treasure sword.

"Whether others believe it or not doesn’t matter, at least Junior Brother believes it," Meng Qi said with a smile.

"Just to fool me, eh."

Leng Tieya gently swung the longsword, its cold light flashing and chilling cold spreading, causing the surrounding temperature to drop sharply.

The sword tip emitted Sword Aura, flickering like flames.

"Good sword, good sword," Leng Tieya felt that presence carefully.

The presence became even more hidden when Demon Yuan was activated.

His perception was keener than other Great Sky Demons, coupled with some inexplicable connection to Canghai’s Handwriting, allowing him to capture its existence.

"It’s indeed a good sword."

Meng Qi saw him like this, smiling even more.

Chi Haoyang shook his head.

If Leng Tieya were really that foolish and straightforward, he wouldn’t have come to Meng Mansion.

Young as he is, having achieved Great Sky Demon status requires more than just talent.

Moreover, Third Young Master Leng didn’t grow up in a relaxed environment. How could he develop a pure heart?

As Leng Tieya swung the sword again, the Sword Aura gradually extended, initially only as long as a finger, but after several swings, it became one foot, and after several more swings, it was one meter.

With the final swing, it turned into two meters.

Leng Tieya swung the sword towards the sky, the Sword Aura weaving through the air, seeming to slice the void.

Meng Qi’s face changed dramatically, unable to resist stepping back.

The Sword Aura had formed a mighty momentum, like a flood bursting through a dam, making him gasping for breath.

"Good sword!" Leng Tieya halted the Sword Posture, sheathed the sword, and smiled at Meng Qi.

Meng Qi’s face turned red.

He understood Leng Tieya’s message: Don’t play games with a Great Sky Demon!

Leng Tieya placed the longsword back in its box, closed the Purple Box, and smiled, "Brother Meng, what is the other relic? Bring it over for a look."

Meng Qi forced a smile, "Wait a moment, I’ll go get it."

Leng Tieya paced with hands behind his back, looking calm.

Chi Haoyang glanced at him without speaking.

He wanted to advise but knew there was no need to speak; Leng Tieya understood the situation and its implications.

Leng Tieya stopped walking, smiling at him, "Mr. Chi, what do you think?"

Chi Haoyang shook his head, "Can’t tell."

"That sword should be Meng Changhai’s sword; there’s no need to deceive me with such a sword."

"Yes."

"Unfortunately, this sword is different from Canghai’s Handwriting... It seems the Supreme Heavenly Demon controls it freely, the presence and Demon Intent can be retained or released at will."

"So there’s no Sword Intent on this sword?" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Did Mr. Chi sense any?"

"No."

"Then it’s not my illusion; there’s indeed no Sword Intent left."

"Without Sword Intent, this sword is just a common treasure sword, no matter who it once belonged to, it remains a common treasure."

"Alas... What a pity." Leng Tieya shook his head, "Supreme Heavenly Demon, indeed."

Chi Haoyang nodded.

To not leave Sword Intent on the sword is indeed a regret.

To leave Divine Intent in calligraphy but no Sword Intent on the sword, this Meng Changhai’s actions are truly unexpected.

Leng Tieya smiled.

These words were transmitted through a small pipe at the foot of the wall to a secret chamber a hundred meters away.

At the foot of the wall is a patch of green bamboo, with a copper pipe at the bamboo roots, undetectable to the naked eye.

Inside the secret chamber a hundred meters away, four elders sat cross-legged, their hair and beards white, their expressions solemn.

There was a small hole in the wall of the secret chamber, through which Leng Tieya and Chi Haoyang’s words were clearly transmitted.

As the two were speaking, footsteps sounded.

Leng Tieya and Chi Haoyang stopped speaking and looked towards the door, seeing Meng Qi and a middle-aged man entering together.

Meng Qi’s hands were empty, while the middle-aged man carried a small black box, the size of two stacked bricks.

He smiled broadly and clasped his fists in greeting: "Mr. Leng, sorry for the delay, I am Meng Jiang, humbly serving as the Chief Steward of the family."

"Manager Meng." Leng Tieya nodded: "Is what you are holding the Martial Arts Secret Record of Ancestor Canghai?"

"Indeed." Meng Jiang placed the small black box on the stone table, took out a key to open it, revealing a yellowed scroll inside.

He stepped back a pace and clasped his fists: "Mr. Leng, please take a look."

Leng Tieya reached out and took the heavy book, each page seemed like it was made of gold, very heavy.

Touching it was both soft and heavy, clearly not any material he recognized.

A special material that can be preserved until now without decaying, truly formidable.

He flipped through the pages, slower and slower as he went.

His sword-like eyebrows gradually furrowed more deeply, eventually gathering together.

Time slowly passed.

Meng Qi and Meng Jiang did not urge him, allowing him to watch, smiles on their faces.

The elite of the family studied this for so many years and achieved nothing.

Could he figure anything out in a short time?

Leng Tieya finished flipping through the last page, closed his eyes and then suddenly opened them.

Meng Qi laughed: "Junior disciple, can’t remember it, right?"

Leng Tieya nodded: "Indeed mysterious, worthy of the Supreme Heavenly Demon’s writing."

As if there was a layer of power, quickly erasing the memory from the mind.

Truly wondrous.

He gained a new understanding of the power of the Supreme Heavenly Demon.

Leng Tieya asked: "Can it be copied?"

"What’s the use of copying?" Meng Qi said: "To comprehend, you must close your eyes and ponder in your mind, but once you think, there’s nothing to recall."

"Looking at it while pondering is still useful." Leng Tieya said.

Meng Qi shook his head: "What is written here is too obscure, too strange, beyond our comprehension."

"Indeed." Leng Tieya slowly nodded.

He began flipping through the Secret Record again.

Meanwhile, in the Demon Suppression Divine Palace, Chu Zhiyuan took out several pieces of White Jade from his sleeve, picked up an exquisite, delicate small knife, and began to carve Demon Texts into the White Jade.

His movements were quick, and in the blink of an eye, the pieces of White Jade were densely covered.

Leng Tieya closed the Secret Record again, placed it back in the black box, and shook his head: "Indeed an enigma, beyond my ability to comprehend its mysteries."

"Not watching it anymore, Junior disciple?" Meng Qi, seeing his lack of interest, unwillingly said: "It should be somewhat helpful for the Great Sky Demon."

"Couldn’t make anything out." Leng Tieya laughed: "Compared to this Secret Record, that sword is somewhat interesting."

Meng Jiang closed the black box and clasped his fists: "Then I’ll take my leave."

Leng Tieya clasped his fists: "Thank you, Manager Meng."

Seeing he had no intention of keeping him, Meng Jiang could only pick up the black box and leave.

Meng Qi said: "Not moved by Ancestor Canghai’s two relics?"

"Forget the Secret Record, it’s far inferior to the Canghai’s Handwriting, and the sword is dispensable." Leng Tieya shook his head: "It is far from sufficient to trade for the Soul Suppressing Seal."

Meng Qi sighed.

He hadn’t expected anything, because if he were in Leng Tieya’s position he certainly wouldn’t make such a losing deal.

"What about Canghai’s Handwriting?" Leng Tieya smiled: "If bundling these three together, it might be considered."

"Really?" Meng Qi’s spirit lifted.

Leng Tieya said: "Are you willing to part with Canghai’s Handwriting?"

"I will report to the Family Head!" Meng Qi said solemnly: "Junior disciple, please don’t go back on your word."

Leng Tieya said: "Just these three items are not enough, something else needs to be added."

"What else needs to be added?" Meng Qi hurriedly asked.

Leng Tieya said: "That depends on your sincerity, see what you have that can impress me and be useful to the Great Sky Demon."

"...Alright." Meng Qi pulled at the corners of his mouth, bitterness in his voice.

His appetite surely won’t be small, if they don’t offer enough benefits, they shouldn’t expect to redeem the Soul Suppressing Seal.