Martial Cultivator-Chapter 769: Some People Are Merely a Drop in the Ocean

Sword qi continued to flow, but at first it was slow. Chen Chao had to continuously use his own white mist as a guide to draw it forth. But as time went on, the role of Chen Chao's white mist became smaller and smaller, while the sword qi had already started to flow on its own, continuously pouring into that flying sword.

Chen Chao looked at this scene and suddenly felt a bit of regret.

That flying sword was already extraordinary, and now he had guided this sword qi to pour into it. If in the future Autumn refined the sword qi within the flying sword, she would likely be even harder to deal with.

Thinking that he had personally helped create a future formidable enemy for himself, Chen Chao felt a terrible headache.

He had a bad premonition, that one day in the future, he might personally suffer the bitter fruit he was now sowing.

But at this moment, there was no other way. If Xie Nandu were here, this sword qi would definitely not end up in the hands of this demon girl.

Chen Chao shook his head and stopped thinking about those things. For now, the only thing to do was to find a way to transfer the sword qi out. Otherwise, the two of them would never be able to enter the great hall.

About half an hour later, Chen Chao collapsed onto the ground, starting to recover his qi. Autumn who was standing at his side, glanced at him with no expression in her eyes.

Although this was when Chen Chao was at his weakest, if Autumn made a move at this moment, she would most likely be able to kill Chen Chao here, but she did not.

Actually, many times promises are useless. The most solid relationships in this world have always been entangled in benefits.

But there were always a few people who were exceptions.

For example, Chen Chao, Xie Nandu, Yun Jianyue, and the current Autumn.

Some people can stand at high places, it was not without reason.

Autumn just looked at Chen Chao like that, dazed for a moment. When she came back to her senses, Chen Chao had already stood up.

"What are you thinking about?"

Chen Chao asked casually, but his gaze remained on the flying sword in front of him.

At this point, he could not help but click his tongue in wonder. After that flying sword had absorbed most of the sword qi, it actually still had not shattered.

One had to know, these sword qi were not ordinary sword qi.

But Chen Chao quickly understood one thing. Since that thin flying sword was not something from this era, then maybe its material really was different. It might even be better than the Hundred Year Swords of Sword Qi Mountain.

Maybe it was even better than Cloud Mud at Cloud Mud's waist.

Chen Chao looked at that thin flying sword, his gaze burning. If it were given to Xie Nandu, maybe she really would become the number one in the Sword Dao of this era.

"What are you looking at? That's mine."

Autumn glanced at Chen Chao, probably seeing the fervor in his eyes.

Chen Chao thought for a moment, then said, "How about we make a deal? Give this flying sword to me. You're not a sword cultivator anyway, holding it is useless."

"You're not a sword cultivator either."

Autumn sneered coldly, "Thinking of that paramour of yours? You're always thinking about her. Anything good and you want to give it to her?"

Chen Chao smiled and did not speak.

"It's not that I can't give it to you."

Autumn narrowed her eyes. There was a bit of killing intent in her eyes. "Kill me and the flying sword is naturally yours."

Chen Chao said nothing. This tigress.

Just as the sword qi was about to be depleted, Autumn expressionlessly walked over and grabbed the flying sword. But in just an instant, she let go. One hand covered in blood, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Chen Chao clutched his stomach, laughing heartily.

The sword qi had poured into the flying sword. At this moment, the endless terrifying sword qi within the flying sword was far beyond what this woman could control.

But the next moment, Chen Chao was staring dumbfounded.

Autumn walked toward the flying sword again. This time, she held it down tightly. Even in an instant, her hand was already down to exposed bone.

Chen Chao said in a low voice, "Let go, you have a death wish?!"

Autumn completely ignored him, just held down the sword hilt tightly and said coldly, "Shut up!"

After several minutes, one of Autumn's arms had already rotted halfway, the mangled mess of flesh and blood.

But as time passed, she forcibly pulled up the flying sword. The sword began to vibrate, trying to escape Autumn's control, but was still held tightly by her.

Blood dripped all over the ground.

In the end, the flying sword gradually calmed down, then began to shrink, returning once again to hairpin length.

Autumn raised the hairpin and inserted it into her hair, not caring whether it was stained with blood.

Chen Chao looked at Autumn and lamented, "Really ruthless."

This tigress in front of him really did have some ruthlessness in her, whether toward others or toward herself.

Autumn's complexion was pale. That one arm slowly began to grow back flesh and blood again. Her current condition was not good, but Chen Chao just looked at her and did not make a move either.

Perhaps this was what these two had in common.

When Autumn's arm was restored as before, Chen Chao just glanced at her. She sat down on her own and began to restore her qi. In that earlier period of time, Autumn's qi consumption was definitely not something Chen Chao could imagine.

After 30 minutes, Autumn stood up.

Only then did Chen Chao slowly walk forward.

Autumn followed behind expressionlessly.

The two walked forward about a hundred foot before stopping at the already broken wall, looking at that sword mark. Both of them were silent for a moment.

"Left or right?"

Chen Chao said, "Why don’t we each take a side."

Autumn did not speak, but was the first to walk toward the left, her steps slow.

Chen Chao looked at her back, shook his head, and walked to the right. There was a long corridor on each side. Chen Chao walked slowly, his hand resting on the saber hilt at his waist.

One side of the corridor had many murals. But the content was very strange, full of symbols Chen Chao could not understand. The only one he could understand was a painting.

A large cauldron was set on top of a fire. Two people were carrying a young girl, about to throw her into the cauldron. Underneath the cauldron, flames blazed fiercely.

In front of the cauldron, countless people were kneeling, as if performing some kind of indescribable ritual.

Chen Chao frowned, not quite liking the content of the mural.

Then he continued walking forward. He did not go far before reaching the end, and soon saw another long corridor.

Chen Chao frowned and kept going. On both sides were scattered pill furnaces and similar items. Chen Chao very patiently opened them one by one, wanting to see if any medicinal pills were left. But inside the furnaces were only some medicinal dregs, there was nothing else.

Chen Chao could not help but feel a bit disappointed.

But when he reached the end, he saw a quiet room. It was not large. Inside was only a meditation cushion and not far in front of it, a set of white bones.

Chen Chao also saw incomparably sharp sword marks on it.

In his mind, a scene seemed to appear. This powerhouse had just woken from meditation, then stood up to take a look, and was welcomed with a sword.

And then he died.

Chen Chao thought of this and could not help but sigh, “How tragic.”

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