My Brilliant CEO Wife

Chapter 1230 - 1233: The Sword Spirit Awakens

"Pavilion Master Jian Chi, it's not that we don't trust you or the Mingjian Pavilion, it's just... it's just that Yun Hao has already cultivated a golden Primordial Spirit, and you... what color Primordial Spirit have you cultivated?"The inquirer was extremely cautious, every word carefully chosen, fearing to displease Jian Chi. Even the original question about whether he had cultivated a Primordial Spirit was changed to ask about the color of his Primordial Spirit.

"Are you afraid?"

Jian Chi didn't immediately answer the question but raised an eyebrow and asked the group a rhetorical question.

This question was aimed at everyone present.

Upon hearing Jian Chi's question, the gathering fell into silence once more, as no one dared to answer, or perhaps they didn't know how to.

As sect leaders, they should be considered experts, and to admit fear in front of so many people was something they couldn't bring themselves to do, even though nine out of ten people present were indeed frightened.

Yet no one wanted to be the first to stand up and admit fear.

"Humph, the path of cultivation, fearing before the battle, ultimately leads to no great use!" Jian Chi's cold gaze swept over everyone present, like an unsheathed sharp sword, causing everyone to feel as if they were being cut by blades.

Jian Chi's voice was light, yet icy, chilling everyone to the core, making them shiver uncontrollably.

"Let me show you the Primordial Spirit I've cultivated!"

As Jian Chi spoke, he drew everyone's attention. He then formed a seal decision with his hands, and a golden Primordial Spirit slowly emerged from him.

The golden light illuminated the entire hall, transforming it into a magnificent golden palace adorned with treasure swords.

Golden Primordial Spirit!

The Pavilion Master Jian Chi has also cultivated a golden Primordial Spirit.

Instantly, everyone jumped for joy, like children, shouting and cheering.

They were elated, how could they not be?

Jian Chi and the Mingjian Pavilion were these people's last line of defense. Seeing Jian Chi having also cultivated a golden Primordial Spirit, equal to Yun Hao, they naturally rejoiced.

They knew the Mingjian Pavilion had another ultimate move, the Heaven-Slaying Seven Swords.

With the golden Primordial Spirit and the Heaven-Slaying Seven Swords, combined with Jian Chi's exceptional cultivation, they believed that if Yun Hao dared to come, he would surely meet a dire end.

"Prepare yourselves. It's been three days since Liancheng fell, and I believe Yun Hao will arrive soon!" Jian Chi left a proud remark as he saw the excited crowd and walked away.

Afterwards, Jian Chi headed to the back mountain, entering his exclusive small cabin, which was reserved for his cultivation. Without his permission, no one was allowed up there, with highly skilled disciples guarding the path.

At this moment, a young man in cyan was sitting cross-legged inside Jian Chi's unique cabin, seemingly waiting for him for a long time!

"That fellow named Yun Hao actually killed Liancheng!" Jian Chi approached the man in cyan, bowed respectfully, and spoke.

If outsiders saw this scene, they would be astonished, knowing that this was the Pavilion Master of Mingjian Pavilion, the premier sect of Kunlun Sacred Land.

Who exactly could command such respect from Jian Chi?

"What is there to fear? Haven't I helped you condense a golden Primordial Spirit? When the time comes, you and Yun Hao will both have golden Primordial Spirits, why fear him?" The cyan-robed man sat quietly, emanating an overwhelming Evil Qi, with traces of ancient ferocity, as if he were from ancient times.

"Yes, master!" Jian Chi seemed to have more to say but hesitated, bowed deeply, exited the cabin, and meditated at the door.

Throughout, Jian Chi's attitude was extremely respectful, even addressing the man as master, indicating the extraordinary origins of the cyan-robed man.

Especially since Jian Chi gave the cabin to this man while he sat outside like a guard dog, meditating at the doorstep.

If the previous attitude surprised outsiders, learning that Jian Chi called him master and acted like a guard dog would be utterly shocking.

At Qian Guang Temple, Master Pu Hang sat alone in the back mountain, gazing into the distance, his thoughts unknown. Soon, a young monk, appearing sixteen or seventeen, emerged from behind him.

This young monk wore a white robe, looked elegant, making people feel at ease.

"Master, you're here!"

Upon sensing the young monk behind him, Master Pu Hang turned hastily, bowed respectfully, and greeted him.

"Hmm, Pu Hang, what worries you?" The young monk's voice, contrasting his youthful appearance, sounded more seasoned than Pu Hang's.

"Master, I'm concerned about Yun Hao. Three days ago, the former sect leader of Celestial Saint Sect, Liancheng, perished at Yun Hao's hands. If he eradicates Mingjian Pavilion, our Qian Guang Temple will be next!"

Pu Hang continued to address him respectfully, expressing his concerns.

Others overhearing Pu Hang's words would surely be astonished.

Pu Hang's master was renowned, reportedly mid-Eighth Grade fifty years ago, commanding the entire Kunlun Sacred Land.

Yet fifty years ago, following a battle with someone from the Upper Realm, they vanished, along with various Kunlun experts, including the former Celestial Saint Sect leader and Mingjian Pavilion master.

Ku Wen, Pu Hang's master, reappeared after fifty years as a sixteen or seventeen-year-old monk, a revelation that could ignite Kunlun Sacred Land.

"Don't fret. Whether Yun Hao survives Mingjian Pavilion remains unknown; the Sword Spirit has awakened!" Ku Wen's youthful face bore the weight of time, his clear eyes gazing distantly, oblivious to Pu Hang's shock.