Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!

Time had passed, and within the Sword Tower, all who were still comprehending or facing the Sword Qi had already reaped benefits from that batch of people.

Among these people was naturally Long Zhangyuan, the Ancestor of Sword Disciple Mountain's chosen Son of the Heavenly Mandate.

He, like a diligently cultivating monk, started from the first level, ascending level by level in comprehension, unlike other cultivators who chose the level most suitable for themselves.

However, his efforts were not wasted in vain.

Because by the time Long Zhangyuan reached the thirteenth floor of the Sword Tower, his body had already accumulated twelve unique Sword Qi energies.

And as these twelve unique Sword Qi energies flew out, the pervasive Sword Qi of the thirteenth floor suddenly ceased.

It was as though they perfectly countered each other.

Then, Long Zhangyuan effortlessly pulled out the broken Immortal Sword.

However, withdrawing this Immortal Sword was not difficult, but as soon as the broken Immortal Sword was in his hands, Long Zhangyuan fell to the ground and began howling in pain.

And his life-saving treasures shattered one after another!

There were puppet-like death-substituting marionettes, scarecrow-like deceptive bodies, and talismans that seemed like calamity-transfer talismans...

It was evident that Sword Disciple Mountain truly valued this Son of the Heavenly Mandate.

Previously, Tan Shuchang's nine Calamity Witnessing Sword Qi energies had slain Qian Zhenzi on the spot, and only three life-saving treasures were destroyed. But within a short time, Long Zhangyuan had shattered seven or eight life-saving treasures.

These were life-saving treasures, not some common trinkets!

However, after the loss of so many life-saving treasures, Long Zhangyuan finally stopped howling in pain. He gruesomely rose from the ground, looked at the broken Immortal Sword in his hand, and couldn't help but reveal a look of relief in his eyes.

But soon, his eyes filled with wild joy.

"Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Amidst this great joy, Long Zhangyuan couldn't help but burst into loud laughter.

Immortal Sword!

He had actually subdued this Immortal Sword!

Although the Immortal Sword was already broken, being called an Immortal Sword rather than a spiritual treasure spoke volumes about the extraordinary nature of this broken Immortal Sword.

"Tan Shuchang, today you look down on me, but now with the Immortal Sword in hand, I will make you regret your arrogance today!"

With a sword in hand, Long Zhangyuan regained his confidence to slay Tan Shuchang.

At this moment, as the Immortal Sword was taken away, the Sword Tower began to shake slightly.

Seeing this, Long Zhangyuan quickly secured the Immortal Sword, then raised his hand to catch a stream of rosy light, transforming it into a rainbow of light beneath his feet, carrying him as he flew out, because the Sword Tower was about to close.

Delaying any longer could mean being locked inside the Sword Tower.

If it had been before, it would not have mattered; they would simply call the Sword Dao judge to come, let him expend some essence blood, and reopen the Sword Tower. But now, Long Zhangyuan felt that Tan Shuchang would take this opportunity to refine a demonic Magic Artifact.

As soon as Long Zhangyuan got outside, he discovered that three of his senior uncles were already waiting for him.

He hurriedly went forward to apologize, "It was my fault to have kept the senior uncles waiting."

"No worries, no worries, how did it go, any gains?"

"Successfully fulfilled the mission!" Long Zhangyuan said somewhat excitedly.

"Good, that's good! Let's go, this trip down the mountain, although the matter of Caiyun Valley hasn't been resolved, but with your fortune, you probably have something to report to your master." Acting the full part, these three venerable Sword Disciple Mountain cultivators performed flawlessly.

However, hearing this, Long Zhangyuan was momentarily stunned.

Because two of his senior uncles were not here.

Moreover, junior sister Yi Qingqing was also not here.

Seeing the change in Long Zhangyuan's expression, the three venerable Sword Disciple Mountain cultivators knew what the young man was thinking, so they explained, "Junior sister Nangong happened to pass by, so she took junior niece Yi Qingqing away. As for your senior uncles Zhen Lingzi and Kan Xuzi, they have another matter to attend to."

The first part of this explanation was delivered with a smile, but the tone darkened somewhat in the latter half.

Hearing this, Long Zhangyuan could already guess that the two senior uncles were out to seek revenge for their deceased senior uncle Qian Zhenzi! This left him somewhat regretful, as this meant he would not be able to personally kill Tan Shuchang.

After all, in Long Zhangyuan's view, with two nearly century-old Sword Cultivator senior uncles joining forces, that man named Tan would undoubtedly die!

So, the group of four, riding flying swords, headed towards Sword Disciple Mountain.

The speed of the flying swords was extremely fast, only matched by a few cloud-riding techniques. However, because Long Zhangyuan's cultivation was the lowest and his cultivation days were still short, their flying speed was just ordinary at this time.

Thus, after flying several tens of miles, suddenly, a lotus flower bloomed in the sky.

Then, a light-shaped hand emerged from the lotus.

Boom!

The light-shaped hand came smashing down.

"How dare you, scoundrel!" a Sword Disciple Mountain venerable cultivator frowned slightly, and with his cold snort, the winds in the sky instantly became still, followed immediately by an explosion of invisible shattering force that directly shattered the hand.

However, while the hand was shattered, a great formation had unknowingly formed around them, and from the void, blood continuously seeped out.

As the blood flowed, they distinctly felt a blockage in their vital energies and a disturbing sensation in their blood circulation.