Although he knew that the other party was just testing him, Zhang Ruochen did not refuse immediately because he also wanted to know the origin of the Chenyuan Ancient Sword.

There was no emotional fluctuation on Zhang Ruochen's face and said, "I hope to hear it carefully."

The Jade Saint Gao sat on the upper end, with a dignity. Each head was filled with sacred light. There were wisps of spiritual energy flowing around his body, vortexed around him, as if he was sitting in the center of heaven and earth.

That is the demeanor that only saints have.

He said: "You should have heard of the legend of the Divine Iron of Creation, but the legend is not a fact. Eight hundred years ago, was the person who obtained the Divine Iron of Creation, Empress Chi Yao? Actually, it's not."

"The person who obtained the Iron of Creation is the father of Empress Chi Yao, the Qing Emperor."

Zhang Ruochen was not surprised at all about this answer.

Eight hundred years ago, Chi Yao was still a girl in her teens, so how could she have the ability to invite the top ten weapon refiners to make swords at the same time?

Only the Qing Emperor has such appeal.

Yu Sheng continued: "Creation is divided into yin and yang, life and death, and black and white. What was originally forged was not a sword, but two."

"The top ten weapon refiners racked their brains and used various methods to divide the magical iron of creation into two, half black and half white. Later, they took another eighty-day to cast two swords in total. One of them was a 'dead sword' and the other was a 'life sword'."

Zhang Ruochen narrowed his eyes and said, "The white blood-dropping sword of Queen Chi Yao is the dead sword?"

"It's a pity that it has been dyed blood red." Yu Sheng nodded and sighed.

Zhang Ruochen pointed at the ancient sword of Chen Yuan and asked again: "Why did the sword of life break?"

"Only the Death Sword can cut off the Life Sword. Only the Death Sword can cut off the Life Sword." Yu Sheng continued.

Zhang Ruochen was silent.

After a while, Yu Sheng said again: "Do you know why the Dead Sword is called the Dead Sword? Why is the Dead Sword called the Dead Sword?"

"Why?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The Jade Saint said without hesitation: "The so-called dead sword can absorb the blood of the people of the world, continuously advance, and eventually turn into a magic sword of creation, which is invincible in the world. Therefore, if you want the dead sword to grow, you must continue to kill. The more blood it absorbs, the stronger the dead sword will be."

Zhang Ruochen said again: "Then why is the sword in the sword in the sword in the sword in the sword?"

Yu Sheng said: "The dead sword can absorb the blood of the people in the world and continue to grow continuously. The birth sword can absorb the weapons of the world and integrate into the sword body, and continue to grow continuously."

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said, "I understand! Weapons are powerful weapons for killing. A sword can refine weapons and absorb weapons, which is naturally saving the people of the world."

“That’s exactly that.”

Zhang Ruochen sighed and said, "It's a pity that the sword of life has been broken!"

Jade Saint's expression moved, he twisted his beard and smiled, saying, "It is not impossible to repair the sword. At least, our God Sword Saint Land has this ability. Because we participated in the sword making at the beginning and knew the process of sword making. If you feel at ease, put the sword in the God Sword Saint Land. When the sword cultivation is successfully cast, I will personally send someone to you."

Zhang Ruochen said: "Can I trust you?"

Jade Saint smiled and said, "If the Divine Sword Saint Land wants to seize your life sword, do you think you can still walk out of this temple?"

“It makes sense.”

Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath, clasped his fists, bowed to Yu Sheng, and said, "Since that's the case, I'll thank you for your senior. How do you calculate the cost of restoring the sword?"

"The people in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to shine."

"The owner of this poem has some connection with our Sacred Sword Land. Since you know that poem, then there is no need for any cost."

Yu Sheng said again: "I asked again, do you really have nothing else to say?"

Obviously, Yu Sheng is still looking forward to it. After all, he has been waiting for that poem for three hundred years.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "I don't understand the meaning of Senior Yu Sheng, so I'll say goodbye."

Zhang Ruochen saluted again and then walked out of the temple.

Yu Sheng stared at Zhang Ruochen's leaving back, his face was solemn, and he was thinking about it in his heart. After a while, he sent a voice to summon Lu Chongyu in.

Lu Chongyu knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Yu Sheng, and said, "Ancestor, what are the instructions?"

Yu Sheng said: "You can arrange someone to investigate now. You must find out the truth about his identity. There must be no omission."

Lu Chongyu said in confusion: "Old ancestor, what is this person's identity? Is it worthy of your attention?"

Yu Sheng sighed and said, "Some things are not yet time for you to know. Go and do it!"

After Lu Chongyu left, the Jade Saint turned into a white light and flew out of the temple.

Under the ground of the Sacred Sword Holy Land, a white altar that was as high as 99 meters high was built, in a cylindrical shape, as if it was made of white jade.

On the surface of the altar, there are a ray of complex patterns. If you observe carefully, there will be a trace of blood flowing in the patterns.

The Jade Saint came to the bottom of the white altar, folded his hands together, bowed to the altar, and said, "Grandpa, that poem has appeared!"

"Crazy!"

The blood patterns on the white altar were flowing, and the huge sounds of rushing rivers were roaring endlessly and deafening. The spiritual energy between the entire world became violent.

In the center of the white altar, a wisp of smoke appeared, and the smoke gathered together and turned into a wisp of holy soul.

If Zhang Ruochen was here, he would be able to recognize that holy soul, which was the sixth senior brother, Lu Yuanzhi.

Lu Yuanzhi's holy soul was suspended above the white altar, and white light radiated from his body, making a vast voice, and said excitedly: "Is it Emperor Ming?"

Yu Sheng shook his head and said, "It's not Emperor Ming, but a young man in his twenties."

Lu Yuanzhi's holy soul showed a disappointed expression, sighed, and said, "Eight hundred years ago, I was ordered by Emperor Ming to forge the 'holy altar'. It took five hundred years to finally make the 'holy altar' successfully. Unfortunately, he was missing for 800 years, and there was no news yet. Perhaps he had really died at the hands of Emperor Qing and Empress Chi Yao."

The altar below Lu Yuanzhi's holy soul is the "holy altar".

Eight hundred years ago, Emperor Ming issued a secret order, giving all his resources to Lu Yuanzhi to cast the altar.

The altar is used to preserve the holy soul of the saint, so that the holy soul of the saint will not dissipate, and at the same time can accumulate the power of the saints.

It took five hundred years to successfully cast all the resources of Emperor Ming and the Sacred Sword Sacred Land, which shows how great the project is.

Lu Yuanzhi did die of lifespan three hundred years ago. With the magical power of the holy altar, he preserved the holy soul.

Jade Saint pondered for a moment and said, "Although that man is just a young man, his name... is a bit strange. Moreover, he also has a sword of life."

Originally, Lu Yuanzhi was already very disappointed after learning that the person coming was not Emperor Ming, but when he heard the words of the Yu Sheng, he was very energetic and immediately asked: "Is it the Creation Sword that the Qing Emperor ordered to cast?"

"That's right." Yu Shengdao.

Lu Yuanzhi said: "The young man you just said had a bit weird name, why is it weird?"

Yu Sheng said: "His name is Zhang Ruochen."

"Zhang Ruochen."

Lu Yuanzhi followed and read it again. Suddenly, his holy soul trembled violently and said, "Are you sure it's this name?"

"There is no mistake. When I heard this name, I was also surprised. After all, the crown prince has been dead for eight hundred years. Even if he is still alive, he should be over eight hundred years old. It is impossible for him to be a twenty-year-old young man." Yu Sheng said.

Lu Yuanzhi's holy soul closed his eyes and chanted in his mouth: "Zhang Ruochen, the sword of creation, and that line of poetry, how could it be so coincidental? Could it be that he is really a junior brother?"

Yu Sheng said: "Grandpa, how should we deal with this matter now?"

Lu Yuanzhi's holy soul opened his eyes again and said, "This is incredible, and I don't know what he is. If he is the junior brother, we will naturally do our best to help him. But I am worried that this is the plan set up by Empress Chi Yao."

Yu Sheng's face changed and he said, "Grandpa is worried that this Zhang Ruochen was the person sent by Empress Chi Yao to test us?"

"It's not impossible."

Lu Yuanzhi said: "Although the relationship between our Divine Sword Saint Land and the Zhang family is very secret, with the friendship between Qing Emperor and Ming Emperor, you might know some clues. Although the possibility is very small, you have to be careful."

"For this Zhang Ruochen, we can make friends with him in the Divine Sword Saint Land, or try our best to help him. However, we cannot disclose all the secrets to him, and we must keep them."

"Secondly, his identity must be checked, the clearer the better."

"Also, you will pass the news to the people in Mingtang now and let the people in Mingtang come into contact with Zhang Ruochen. Our Divine Sword Saint Land dare not fight against Empress Chi Yao on the surface, but Mingtang dares."

"Also, the saint in Mingtang has a very close relationship with the junior brother. If she knew that the junior brother might still be alive, she would definitely come to the East Realm immediately. She can confirm the junior brother's identity in person to ensure that everything is foolproof."

Yu Sheng was a little worried and said, "What if he is really the person sent by Queen Chi Yao to investigate our Divine Sword Holy Land?"

"Haha! Empress Chi Yao is a decisive person. If she really doubts our Divine Sword Saint Land, then no matter how we prevent it, we will not be able to escape the disaster of extermination. Just do what I said. We just need to try our best to make the Zhang Ruochen and leave other things to Mingtang."

Lu Yuanzhi said again: "Give me the Creation Genetic Sword, and I can use the power of the altar to help him repair the sword. This is a Genetic Sword, and it is also time to let it reappear on earth and compete with Queen Chi Yao's dead sword."

After the Jade Saint presented the ancient sword of Chenyuan, he took three steps back and left the holy altar underground.

Back at the temple on the top of Lingshan Mountain, the Jade Saint immediately burned the news about Zhang Ruochen on a message talisman.

"I hope he is really the crown prince."

The Jade Saint breathed a deep breath and injected a ray of holy energy into the transmission light talisman.

"Wow!"
Chapter completed!