Nine Turns Sword God

On the way back, Chu Shaoyang looked through the jade slip.

The jade slip recorded a lot of news about the Flower God Palace.

The cultivation method of the Flower God Palace was passed down from an extremely ancient race in Dongzhou, the Spirit Race, so some ancient forces often called the Flower God Palace the Spirit Race.

It's a pity that with the passage of time, that race has long been extinct, leaving only some inheritances to build the Flower God Palace, which has stood for a thousand years.

Now the Flower God Palace is in turmoil, and the Saint is about to take over.

Only those with Xuanyin blood can succeed to the position of the Saint.

But the clan is divided into two factions, one supporting the Saint and the other opposing.

Shen Lingxi is the opposing faction.

And she is loyal to the third elder.

Seeing this, Chu Shaoyang frowned suddenly.

"Doesn't that mean Qingyao is the Saint of the Flower God Palace?"

He was surprised!

Qingyao has been an orphan since childhood and was adopted by the Chu family. His origins are unknown.

Now, he has finally found out Qingyao's life experience!

He thought for a long time, but could not figure out the clue, so he had to put it aside for the time being.

When he returned to the mission hall, as soon as he entered, many warriors who were surrounding the mission column recognized him.

"Isn't this the guy who accepted the gold-level mission? You're back so soon?"

"I guess he couldn't hold on for more than three days and wanted to cancel the mission."

"That's right, canceling the mission will only deduct twice the points, but if it can't be completed, it will be deducted three times."

Everyone looked at Chu Shaoyang with a mocking smile.

Chu Shaoyang ignored it and walked directly to the gold-level mission area.

"I'll hand in the mission."

The short and fat steward looked at Chu Shaoyang blankly: "Are you sure you want to hand in the mission, not cancel it?"

Chu Shaoyang took out the letter: "You can read it yourself."

The short and fat steward picked up the envelope suspiciously and opened it.

Suddenly, he exclaimed: "Is this the handwriting of Lingxi War King, the head of the Twelve War Kings?"

The exclamation attracted the warriors who were watching.

Hearing his words, everyone gasped!

"Did this kid really get the handwritten letter?"

"How is it possible?"

Someone stood up and questioned Chu Shaoyang: "I suspect that this recommendation letter is fake!"

As soon as this was said, the warriors watching looked suspicious.

Although they had doubts, forging a handwritten letter was a capital crime.

No matter how stupid Chu Shaoyang was, he would not joke with his own life.

The young man in blue who had just spoken said confidently: "He had this plan since he accepted the task."

"Although it is difficult to complete the task, it is not difficult to forge a handwritten letter and a spiritual seal."

"Moreover, he revealed a key piece of information!"

Everyone was puzzled and hurried to ask.

The young man in blue sneered: "He once said that he was a formation master."

"Do you still remember what kind of power the spiritual seal was condensed by?"

Everyone suddenly realized!

"Spirit seal is the simplest formation, which can be condensed without formation talismans."

"He is a third-grade formation master, and he has a number of formation talismans far beyond his grade. How easy is it to forge a spirit seal?"

The blue-clothed youth thought he had won the battle and laughed: "What's more, he accepted the task and can meet Lingxi War King!"

"As long as you take a trace of her power and condense it into a spirit seal, it will be enough to make it look real!"

This time, everyone completely believed the blue-clothed youth's words.

"I thought you really completed the heaven-level task, but it turned out to be a fraud!"

"For someone like you, canceling your qualifications is a light punishment, and you should cut off your tongue!"

The blue-clothed youth who just spoke showed a smug smile on his face.

It turned out that he had tried to take on this task, and was laughed at as an idiot.

Even though he was angry, he knew that he didn't have the ability, so he could only swallow his anger and give up the task.

Now, Chu Shaoyang has completed this task.

Why?

He was full of jealousy.

In his opinion, Chu Shaoyang had no strength and could not complete this task at all.

His letter must be forged!

The short and fat steward frowned suddenly and said in a deep voice: "Whether it is true or false, we have to ask the Yan clan leader to check it personally."

"Please wait for a moment, young master."

Chu Shaoyang nodded and watched the short and fat steward leave.

The blue-clothed young man saw him leave, and his tone became more arrogant: "The Yan clan leader is the third clan leader of the ancient clan with 700 years of heritage."

"He is also as close as a brother to the city lord and manages this mission hall for the city lord."

"Dare to forge in front of the Yan clan leader, there is only one end, death!"

Chu Shaoyang looked at him coldly: "Do you have a grudge against me?"

"No!"

The blue-clothed young man said as a matter of course: "I just can't stand you forging a recommendation letter, what do you think?"

"Do you dare to do it?"

He deliberately provoked: "If you do it in the mission hall, you will not only be disqualified, but also abolished and expelled from the Xingyue Ancient City."

"Do you dare to do it?"

Everyone looked at the blue-clothed young man with disgust.

"This Qi Xun is really a famous troublemaker!"

"He has always hated others being better than him, just because he was born in a poor family and is used to being ridiculed. If he finds someone wrong, he will bite him like a mad dog and won't let go!"

"This kid is also stupid. He has to forge a spiritual seal to let Qi Xun catch him."

Chu Shaoyang suddenly realized and smiled with pity when he looked at Qi Xun.

After all, if a dog bites you for being ignorant, can you bite the dog?

Qi Xun was so angry when he saw this: "Little bastard, how dare you look at me like this?"

"Wait until your cultivation is abolished and you are expelled from Xingyue Ancient City."

"I will peel off your skin and bones with my own hands, and throw you to the mountains to feed wild dogs!"

He laughed like crazy, as if torturing Chu Shaoyang like this made him extremely happy!

But Chu Shaoyang treated Qi Xun's threats as farts.

A faint murderous intent flashed in the depths of his eyes.

In less than an incense stick of time, the short and fat steward hurried over with a man in a red robe.

"Who brought this letter back?"

The voice was loud and echoed throughout the hall.

Qi Xun showed a happy face: "Look, the leader of the Yan clan is here to settle the account!"

"You kid is dead!"

Everyone also looked like watching a show, waiting for Chu Shaoyang to be abolished by the leader of the Yan clan and thrown out of the Xingyue Ancient City.

The short and fat steward brought the leader of the Yan clan to Chu Shaoyang and said respectfully: "Sir, this is the young master."

When the leader of the Yan clan looked at Chu Shaoyang, Chu Shaoyang was also looking at him.

This person is very tall, but very thin.

With sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, he looked majestic without being angry. Just standing there, he quietly exuded the aura of a superior, which was frightening.

It was the patriarch of the 700-year-old clan, Yan Mingyang!

Yan Mingyang was surprised: "You got the letter?"

Chu Shaoyang nodded and told the process of getting the letter.

Yan Mingyang was surprised again: "You also know Shen Lingxi, the War King?"

Chu Shaoyang said lightly: "It was just luck."

Yan Mingyang looked at him with a little more approval.

"I have read this letter. The spiritual seal on it is indeed unique to the Flower God Palace."

"So, there is no problem with this letter."

Suddenly, the whole hall fell into a deathly silence.