readsfreenovel Chapter 581 Plan
Chapter 581 Plan
At five o'clock in the morning, the bells from all seventy-two peaks of the Tianxuan Sword Sect rang out simultaneously.
On the main peak’s martial arts field, three thousand green jade sword platforms were suspended in the air. Complex runes were engraved on the edge of each sword platform, emitting a light golden halo in the morning light.
The disciples of the thirty-six peaks are divided according to the color of the tokens on their waists:
- Xuan Mo Ling (Inner Gate Elite): Occupies the twelve central main sword platforms
- Jade Order (Normal Inner Gate): Arranged in the shape of the Eight Diagrams around the main sword platform
- Bai Tieling (outer disciple): compete on the outermost sword platform
Chu Ziyu, wearing a plain white wide-sleeved robe, stood at the edge of the main sword platform. His sleeves were lifted by the mountain breeze, revealing the Qingfeng sword hanging at his waist.
His face was still a little pale, but the sickly color at the corners of his eyes had faded, leaving only his lips so pale that they were almost transparent.
"Second Senior Brother is actually here in person today?"
"I heard that Elder Mingyu originally did not allow him to participate in the competition, but it was Immortal Xuanxiao who gave the special approval..."
The discussion stopped abruptly - the elder referee had already rung the bronze bell.
"First round, kendo competition!"
"start."
Chu Ziyu knew that this was the first step to becoming the number one on the Heavenly Ranking, and he could only succeed, not fail.
"Chu Ziyu wins."
In ten full days, all 32 matches were won.
"The winner of this competition is Chu Ziyu from Tianshu Peak."
"You can enter the sword tomb and choose a sword."
Lin Ci'an also won the first place in the foundation-building period. During this period, the two often healed each other's injuries and their relationship progressed by leaps and bounds. Chu Ziyu also decided to take action.
At 3:30 pm, in the inner courtyard of Tianxuan Sword Sect
Lin Ci'an held the Jingzhe sword in his hand and walked through the bamboo forest under the moonlight.
He had just finished his night patrol, but he still felt uneasy, as if something was about to happen.
(Brother has been regulating his breathing in the quiet room today, but I always feel that... something is not right.)
He paused and turned towards Chu Ziyu's residence.
In front of the quiet room, the candlelight flickered, and a sitting figure was reflected on the window paper.
Lin Ci'an knocked on the door gently: "Brother?"
Chu Ziyu's gentle voice came from inside the room: "What's the matter?"
"I have some doubts about sword techniques and would like to ask you, Brother."
“…Come in.”
Lin Ci'an pushed the door open and walked in, only to see "Chu Ziyu" sitting cross-legged with an ancient book placed horizontally on his knees. His eyebrows and eyes were picturesque and his expression was indifferent.
(wrong.)
Lin Ci'an's eyelashes twitched slightly.
——When my senior brother reads a book, he is used to gently stroking the edge of the page with his left hand, but the person in front of him unconsciously rests his right hand on his knee, with his fingertips slightly curled, like the posture of some kind of cat when relaxing.
(He is not a senior brother.)
Lin Ci'an remained calm and bowed respectfully: "Sorry to bother you, Senior Brother."
"It doesn't matter."
"Chu Ziyu" raised his eyes and smiled, "What doubts do you have?"
Lin Ci'an casually asked a few questions about sword techniques, and the other party answered fluently, even imitating Chu Ziyu's usual tone perfectly.
(As expected...it's a demon?)
He lowered his eyes to hide the coldness in them, then took his leave.
The real Chu Ziyu was dressed in black and sneaked into the tower silently.
(Mo Xue should be able to hold Lin Ci'an back...)
He tapped his fingertips lightly, and the formation that had been set up long ago quietly started to operate. The restrictions of the Demon Locking Tower were briefly disrupted, allowing him to successfully sneak into the seventh floor.
The demon king's right eye was suspended in the center, bound by nine golden chains. The scarlet pupil slowly turned, as if staring at him.
He did not touch it directly, but took out a fake that he had prepared long ago from his sleeve - a replica made from demon pill powder, which was indistinguishable from the real thing.
But the fake can only last for a cup of tea.
With a light flick of the fingertips, the genuine product and the fake were instantly swapped, and the restriction remained unchanged.
(It is done.)
At this moment, Mo Xue's voice came from his spiritual consciousness -
"Xiao An has found me and is heading towards you."
Chu Ziyu's eyes moved slightly, and a faint arc appeared at the corner of his lips: "According to the plan."
"Lead him here."