Traveling through time 10,000 years late, I was forced to become a powerful person

The ancient bronze sword hanging on the wall is very old, and its surface is covered with green patina. Even the sword body and scabbard are covered in rust.

Rather than saying it is an ancient sword, it is better to call it a rusty bronze stick. But just such an ancient sword with an unattractive appearance, in Shen Yuan's eyes, was the source of the cold air in the entire mansion.

In the rust-covered sword grid of the ancient sword, you can vaguely see a pattern that is completely different from the entire ancient sword underneath the mottled rust. In just a few strokes, a majestic dragon is outlined.

This legless divine dragon is coiled on the sword grid, with its eyes closed as if it is sleeping, and a large amount of cold air is continuously being expelled between every breath and every breath.

The cold air continued to erode the surrounding space, and the entire mansion was covered under its domain.

The haggard state that Mr. Fu described at the moment seemed to come from this ancient bronze sword.

Shen Yuan frowned and was about to stretch out his palm to take off the ancient bronze sword, but before his palm touched the ancient bronze sword, a clear sword chant sounded from the scabbard, which was already covered with rust.

In an instant, an invisible sword light suddenly fell from the ancient bronze sword with the sword chant. Shen Yuan only had time to use the refining method to block it with his essence, and the sword light easily broke through Shen Yuan's defense. A scar was left on the palm.

What a vicious sword! Shen Yuan had a solemn look on his face.

Shen Yuan retracted his outstretched right hand, and the scar left by the flow of essence healed quickly, without even a drop of blood leaking out.

Even so, Shen Yuan began to be wary of this ancient bronze sword.

At present, the spiritual energy tide has just returned. Even if some hidden sects preserve precious magic weapons, the current environment cannot support the magic weapons to show their power.

This ancient bronze sword is actually able to absorb the meager amount of spiritual energy in the world, creating a field of cold aura that covers the entire villa. It can even fight back when Shen Yuan reaches out to touch it, which is enough to show how powerful it is. Extraordinary power.

This can retain such power three thousand years after the spiritual energy has dried up. If this sword was at its peak, I might not even be qualified to get close.

Magic weapon? Spiritual treasure? Or a higher level Taoist weapon?

Shen Yuan couldn't help but feel curious about the origin of the ancient bronze sword.

Among the few volumes of diaries that Shen Yuan obtained in Luoyun Cave, someone mentioned the classification of the quality of magic weapons in the spiritual world ten thousand years ago. From bottom to top, they are magic tools, magic weapons, spiritual treasures, Taoist tools, and the only remaining ones. The legendary magic weapon of the Immortal Family.

Magical weapons are the limit that ordinary cultivators have access to. Magical weapons and spiritual treasures are all in the hands of high-level monks who dominate the world.

Even if the Luoyun Sect gave birth to the powerful Earth Immortal 10,000 years ago, its sect-suppressing treasure is only a Taoist artifact called the Xuanwei Dao Furnace that has been enshrined for thousands of years.

The ancient bronze sword in front of you can survive the era of spiritual energy depletion and still have such power. It must be of extraordinary quality.

During the period when Shen Yuan tried to take off the ancient bronze sword to no avail, everyone in the Fu family also recovered from the previous shock and rushed to the rooms on the second floor one after another.

With the previous lesson, Fu Jian naturally did not dare to offend Shen Yuan anymore, but turned around and motioned to Fu Hua to negotiate with Shen Yuan.

Fu Hua walked to Shen Yuan's side and greeted cautiously: Mr. Shen, my father's condition is...

Fu Hua was interrupted by Shen Yuan before he finished speaking.

Mr. Fu is not ill, but is caused by the ancient bronze sword hanging on the wall.

Ancient bronze sword?

Fu Hua couldn't help being stunned and followed Shen Yuan's gaze to the wall.

Is the ancient bronze sword you mentioned in this room?

As soon as these words came out, Shen Yuan frowned, and a bad premonition immediately arose in his heart.

Can't you see the ancient sword on the wall?

Fu Hua shook his head blankly, and the other Fu family members behind him also looked at the wall with doubtful eyes.

Shen Yuan's scolding just now made them realize that Shen Yuan was extraordinary, so they did not doubt Shen Yuan.

But in their sight, there was no decoration on the wall, let alone the ancient bronze sword Shen Yuan mentioned.

Things seem to be getting interesting.

Shen Yuan glanced meaningfully at the ancient bronze sword on the wall, and then glanced at everyone in the Fu family.

Although this ancient bronze sword is quite mysterious, it has been severely damaged and cannot appear in this room out of thin air. Someone must have brought it here on their own initiative.

In the test just now, even Shen Yuan himself, who had entered the middle stage of refining, was unable to take off this ancient bronze sword. It would be even more delusional for ordinary people to touch it.

Therefore, the person who brought the ancient bronze sword must have some way of avoiding damage from the ancient sword, and could even control the ancient sword to a certain extent.

Shen Yuan's gaze was like a sharp sword piercing people's hearts. Every little thought seemed to be invisible under Shen Yuan's gaze. Wherever he looked, everyone subconsciously lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.

Among the crowd, a man tried to calm his breathing, but his rapidly accelerating heartbeat betrayed him.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for Shen Yuan's reply.

But what was unexpected was that Shen Yuan just glanced at everyone before walking towards Mr. Fu's bed.

The index fingers were brought together and lightly tapped on the forehead of the unconscious Mr. Fu. After a brief inspection, Shen Yuan said in an indifferent voice:

This room is not safe. We are going to move Mr. Fu out first. Your Fu family should have other residences in Wencheng, right?

Yes, yes!

Fu Hua quickly agreed, and then called everyone to take Mr. Fu out of the room.

And just when everyone was about to help the unconscious Mr. Fu to leave, Mr. Fu, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly opened his eyes weakly.

You guys, what are you doing?

The old voice came out of his throat, like a damaged wooden door that kept creaking. It was harsh and sharp and had a hint of decay.

Mr. Shen came to see you and helped you find out the cause of your illness. Everything can be solved as long as you move away from here.

Fu Hua explained patiently.

Leave? Mr. Fu's voice suddenly became sharper, and his old face showed a bit of ferocity.

I don't! I don't want to leave here. I can already feel that my illness is starting to improve.

Mr. Fu's refusal was extremely tough, and Fu Hua looked at Shen Yuan with an embarrassed expression.

Mr. Shen, can you not leave here?

Shen Yuan smiled and nodded, but the next moment he suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed Mr. Fu's head on the hospital bed, slamming it onto the solid wood head of the bed.

A big hole was made in the bed made of solid wood. The huge movement almost made the whole room tremble, and then the frightened voices of the Fu family rang out.

stop!

What are you doing?

Let go of the old man!

Shen Yuan was not moved at all, he just looked at the head buried in the broken wood and asked with a smile:

How long are you going to keep pretending?