169: Odd changes but even remains the same?

After his victory, Meng Yun did not press Tang Zhiqiu further.

He was just Nangong Jing's lapdog.

Poor little Tom, played by the white cat at her whim.

The storm with Tang Zhiqiu had subsided, but the long-tail effect it caused was still rapidly escalating.

News of Meng Yun entering the Nascent Soul Realm spread like wildfire, causing the seeded players who were to represent the Nascent Soul Realm to feel a sense of self-preservation.

Similarly, the peak Golden Core cultivators, who had originally lost hope of participating, one by one began to beam with joy, as if it were New Year's.

In this atmosphere, Tang Zhiqiu returned to the Heaven Sword Pavilion's cultivation area and gently knocked on a door.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Who is it?"

An ethereal young voice slowly emanated.

"Senior Brother Jinchan, it's me, Tang Zhiqiu."

"What is it?"

Tang Zhiqiu heard a slight displeasure in the voice from inside the door.

After all, Chen Jintong was a cultivation fanatic.

He carefully chose his words and cautiously spoke: "Yu Jingshen has broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm and defeated me in one move."

After thinking for a moment, he added: "He will definitely contend for the Nascent Soul Realm tier in the Dynasty Ranking Battle."

One second.

Two seconds.

One kun second.

"Understood." Chen Jintong's indifferent, ethereal voice finally arrived belatedly.

Tang Zhiqiu had just breathed a sigh of relief and hadn't had time to excuse himself when he heard from inside the door again:

"Next time, don't try to use me for such schemes of 'killing with a borrowed knife'."

An invisible pressure swept forth, coming quickly and leaving even faster.

Though only at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, the oppressive feeling emanating from Chen Jintong's aura was in no way weaker than that of a Soul Transformation cultivator!

This was the terrifying power of a Three-Shattered Nascent Soul, achieving a Flawless Glazed Nascent Soul!!

Unbeknownst to him, Tang Zhiqiu's forehead was already covered in fine cold sweat.

He bowed slightly, no longer daring to linger, and quickly departed.

Perhaps Chen Jintong had no intention of holding him accountable.

After Tang Zhiqiu left, a soft murmur finally came from inside the door after a long while:

"Yu Jingshen, huh…"

Despite having never heard the name before, a surge of inexplicable indignation rose in his heart the first time he heard it.

It was as if...

In their previous lives, they were mortal enemies.

"And I must be the one who killed him." Chen Jintong murmured, then returned to silence.

If it wasn't time to act, for him, cultivation was the most important thing.

...

After his victory, Meng Yun did not return directly to the Princess's Manor but instead, under the pretense of sightseeing, walked straight into the depths of the Heaven Sword Pavilion.

That's right, there was also a Xuanwu Heaven informant here, and the most powerful one apart from himself.

If he couldn't successfully turn them over, it would be best to eliminate them as soon as possible!

Upon reaching a certain spot, Meng Yun took out a specially made mask from his spatial ring, completely isolating all spiritual sense probes, and easily disguised himself as another person. Even a Great Ascension cultivator, if not carefully scrutinized, would be unable to identify him!

Not only his appearance, but even his figure and voice could be altered to a certain extent.

It was said that this was the Demon Seed Flesh refining itself, then merging with others...

In short, it was extremely disgusting and bloody.

Then, following the clues of the contact method, he arrived at a residence and gently knocked on the door:

Knock, knock, knock.

A moment later, a hoarse, indescribable voice came from within.

It had clearly also been subjected to voice alteration.

This was how these people operated; except for a very few group operations, even among themselves, they had no idea of each other's appearance or identity.

"What is it?"

Meng Yun lightly coughed: "Odd changes, even doesn't."

The person inside was stunned for a moment, then fell into deep recollection: "Hmm… the symbol resembles a sage?"

Incorrect pronunciation, but the password was correct.

The door opened, and Meng Yun directly turned sideways and entered.

The courtyard was very quiet, but it was clearly uninhabited, obviously serving only as the other party's temporary contact point.

This fellow was as slippery as Meng Yun.

Meng Yun went directly into the main hall and sat down.

Opposite him was a middle-aged man in a black robe, with a stout build and an unremarkable face etched with the vicissitudes of time.

The man spoke first: "9527, the code you set last time was really hard to remember."

Meng Yun also grinned: "Ling Lingfa, if it can stump even you, it proves the code is very successful."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Ling Lingfa casually poured Meng Yun a bowl of tea and said indifferently: "Others are too weak, so this time, I can only ask for your help."

Although he didn't trust him, there was no other way.

"What is it?" Meng Yun didn't even look at the tea: "As you can see, I'm just a Golden Core cultivator."

Ling Lingfa felt very strong to Meng Yun.

Of course, it could also just be the disguise of a human skin mask.

"Heh heh." Ling Lingfa was noncommittal, as everyone knew the disguise effect of human skin masks.

"You should know about the Tianjian Dynasty's Nation-Guarding Divine Sword, right?"

"Nation-Guarding Divine Sword?" Meng Yun frowned upon hearing this.

He knew about it.

That thing was currently sitting in his own home in the present world.

But this expression, in Ling Lingfa's eyes, was as if Meng Yun was feigning ignorance.

"Stop pretending. Among us, you're the most cunning. I don't believe you're not qualified to know about this." Ling Lingfa pursed his lips and said in a hoarse voice.

Perhaps, in places he didn't know about, 9527 had already assembled a large army!

"The Demon Subduing Sword replicas, right? I've heard a little about them. What's up?" Meng Yun chuckled, not explaining.

"You even know about the replicas." Ling Lingfa took a deep look at Meng Yun, then spoke:

"Wu Yinyao created four Demon Subduing Sword replicas to slay the Saint Divine. Three of them were completely destroyed in the great war, leaving only the last one, which is also in disrepair.

The Tianjian Dynasty possesses unparalleled sword-forging techniques, so the important task of repairing this last sword naturally fell upon the Tianjian Dynasty."

"The Demon Subduing Sword replicas are broken?" Meng Yun couldn't help but ask, puzzled.

No wonder the one in his hand was so weak!

Not only had it been patched up, but it had also been worn down for tens of thousands of years during a historical void!

For it to still be able to beat Body Integration cultivators was already good enough!

"Now, the repair work has reached its final stage. I hope you can join me in destroying it!" Ling Lingfa's eyes were deep:

"With the materials they are currently using, once the Divine Sword is fully repaired, it might even be able to easily slay Tribulation Transcending mighty figures!"

"That amazing?" Meng Yun couldn't help but exclaim.

Perhaps in other timelines, Ling Lingfa and 9527 successfully disrupted the repair work.

The incomplete Divine Sword might not have been able to withstand the Xuanwu Heaven's plunder, ultimately leading to the Tianjian Dynasty's demise.

"Destroy it, right? I love destroying things. Leave this to me." Meng Yun patted his chest: "Tell me, how do we do it?"

"Tomorrow, the Divine Smiths will hold a prayer ceremony. This will be when their defenses are weakest. You only need to take advantage of the chaos to pour this Saint Divine blood into it, and all problems will naturally be resolved."

Saying this, Ling Lingfa handed Meng Yun a bottle of Demon Seed Flesh.

And a token that allowed free passage in the sword-forging grounds.

Meng Yun reached out and took the blood, immediately clutching it to his chest as if it were a treasure.

The token?

He didn't even look at it!

He was just worrying about not finding Demon Seed Flesh in this world!

His Saint Divine Supreme Art couldn't be cultivated!

This is great, this is great!

This Ling Lingfa is simply the world's number one good person!

"Don't you dare drink it. If this fails, I will kill you." Ling Lingfa's face was expressionless, but it hid murderous intent.

"Of course, of course, hehe." Meng Yun smiled, then suddenly asked: "Why don't you go pour the ... uh, Saint Divine blood yourself?"

Ling Lingfa narrowed his eyes and looked at Meng Yun, eventually confessing: "Tomorrow, I will also be one of those participating in the prayer ceremony. I simply cannot spare the time.

But I will do my best to create an opportunity for you."

This was a crucial piece of information.

To be able to participate in the prayer ceremony, one must at least be a mid-level figure, right?

Of course, it wasn't impossible that this guy was lying.

"Leave it to me; you can rest assured."

Meng Yun said no more and strode away.

...

Returning to his private courtyard in the Princess's Manor, Meng Yun rubbed his hands, eagerly saying: "Saint Divine Supreme Art, here I come!"