CHAPTER 52: CHAPTER 52: SWORD’S WHISPER

Qi Family’s Inner Treasury

In front of them was a pile of assorted items.

"So much scrap metal?"

Seeing the pile of swords and knives like a small mountain, Daoist Tianxu, who was following behind, was also somewhat surprised.

Many swords and knives stood haphazardly on the ground in the warehouse, and at a glance, their numbers piled up to form a small hill.

In the dust, Qi Yi snorted lightly.

"You old man have quite the thick skin, following us all the way here!"

Daoist Tianxu didn’t feel awkward, merely chuckling, "Old Qi, no need to be so petty! Besides, this old Taoist isn’t interested in your family’s pile of junk!!"

Zhang Jian waved his hand, and a phantom green talisman appeared in his hand. The Wind Walking Technique circulated, and a breeze swept over, carrying layers of dust away with it.

He was dressed in a cyan silk robe, his black hair simply tied up with a hair crown, his long hair draping over his shoulders, wide sleeves flowing as he took the lead into the warehouse.

Qi Yi glanced at Daoist Tianxu behind him, shaking his head, "What do you know, old man? This is our Qi family’s collection over centuries, containing treasures among the ordinary, to confuse those who try to understand!"

Daoist Tianxu laughed incredulously.

Qi Yi ignored his mumbling, stepping into the center of the warehouse, then finding an ancient sword with a purple hilt. He gently lifted it, and a bright sword light appeared, the blade like a pool of autumn water.

He held it gently in both hands, looking at it fondly, then stepped up to Zhang Jian.

"Ah Yu, this is a famous sword from a century ago in Jianghu, named Ziyin. It was the sword of a Grandmaster, Long Yin Master, who roamed the Southern Martial Arts world for sixty years with this sword. This sword drank the blood of over a thousand masters from both righteous and evil paths, making it notorious!"

Zhang Jian’s eyes moved at his words, lifting both hands to receive the ancient sword, swinging it lightly, and immediately, his eyes brightened. His keen Divine Thought seemed to sense the air whistling, smoothly sliced apart, an intense murderous aura within, as if vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts danced at the sword’s tip.

Indeed, this longsword had claimed the lives of many martial artists.

The blade’s strength was much more tenacious than the average longsword.

In the warehouse, few other swords could compare to this one.

Just as Zhang Jian was about to agree, his Divine Thought instinctively scanned the warehouse, and he hesitated slightly, unable to resist listening closely.

"Buzz buzz!"

Suddenly, a strange buzzing sound reached his ears.

This was not something his Divine Thought ’heard’.

Instead, it was the Ten Thousand Realms Spiritual Consciousness Ball hearing it, a tender voice resembling a baby’s babbling whispering.

Though the language was chaotic and unstructured, it was indeed a ’sound’!

Like a seed breaking through soil.

Zhang Jian’s expression was one of astonishment.

It was his first time encountering such a phenomenon, and holding the Ziyin longsword in hand, his steps followed the sound, eventually coming to stand before an unusual longsword.

It was an ancient sword slanted into the ground, once elegant and majestic.

To describe a sword as elegant and majestic is unusual.

Yet now, it was covered in rust, dark red blood spots marring the blade.

Putting down the Ziyin Sword, Zhang Jian casually pulled out the rusty ancient sword. Upon doing so, he noticed the Dragon Pearl in his sleeve emitting waves of intense heat, resonating with the ancient sword in his hand.

The buzzing sound inside the rusty longsword grew louder.

Still hissing, but evidently more lively.

"Could this be spirituality?"

Zhang Jian’s eyes gleamed.

All things have spirit; with spirituality, they can speak words.

Anything with spirit is stronger than dead matter.

Seeing Zhang Jian seemingly fond of the rusty sword in his hand, Qi Yi laughed and couldn’t help but praise:

"My grandson-in-law truly has good taste, this sword too is one of the few treasure swords in our collection!"

"This is the Dragon Roar Sword!"

Qi Yi felt a sense of amazement.

These heterodox sorcerers are indeed different from other body refining and inner cultivation martial artists. Though Zhang Jian lacked proficiency in weapon appreciation, he could immediately pick the most priceless ancient sword in the vault.

"Is that rust considered a treasure sword?"

Daoist Tianxu pointed at the rusty longsword, chuckling incredulously.

He had long noticed Zhang Jian’s actions, but his spiritual sense detected nothing unusual.

Qi Yi glanced at Daoist Tianxu, shaking his head, "You old man don’t know what’s valuable!

This sword is called the Dragon Roar Sword, once the sword of Prince Mian a thousand years ago, exceedingly sharp, rumored to have drunk dragon blood. Have you heard the tales of Prince Mian slaying dragons? It’s said Prince Mian defeated a Flood Dragon, subduing it in the Bai Shui River, hence the vast fertile lands around it!

This is said to be a dragon-slaying legendary sword!"

At these words, a strange look flickered in Daoist Tianxu’s eyes, but then he pointed at Qi Yi and laughed:

"Old Qi, you’re really boastful!

You even believe such incredible folklore. A Flood Dragon is such a supernatural creature, akin to nature’s spirits. Prince Mian, though lofty, was but a mortal. How could he, by any means, harm such a water spirit?’

"Balderdash? That’s fundamentally balderdash!"

Daoist Tianxu shook his head, thoroughly unbelieving.

Flood Dragons as water spirits are far too fearsome, capable of easily causing natural disasters, not something human hands could easily wound.

Listening, Zhang Jian fell into deep thought, indeed sensing the Dragon Pearl in his sleeve react earlier.

He casually asked, "Then why has this sword become like this?"

Qi Yi sighed at the question, "This sword has been passed down through the Qi family for generations, but as to why it became like this, we do not know. It turned this way a long time ago. If not for its sharpness, even our Qi ancestors might suspect it as a fake sword!"

He then laughed, "Dragon-slaying could be rumors, but its sharpness and tenacity truly befit the title of a legendary sword!"

Hearing this, Zhang Jian’s gaze shifted, then he replaced the Dragon Roar Sword.

"As it is an heirloom of my ancestors, it is not proper for me to take it!"

Qi Yi looked at Zhang Jian, smiling, "No need for such formality, that’s an ancient rule from long ago, Ah Yu can take it freely!"

Pausing briefly, he laughed heartily, "Besides, Ah Yu is not an outsider! It’s not against the rules!"

"This..."

Zhang Jian hesitated for a moment before clasping his fists, "In that case, I thank Grandfather for the gift of the sword!"

Zhang Jian’s eyes shone. His curiosity for this sword was truly stirred.

Especially since it’s an ancient sword with spirituality.

Taking the rusty ancient sword in his hand, a hint of fondness appeared in Zhang Jian’s eyes.

...

Meanwhile, just as Zhang Jian was choosing the longsword, on the outskirts of the Qi Mansion, the Dragon Maiden looked gloomy and somewhat depressed.

She had been lingering around the Qi Mansion for more than a month, yet hadn’t sensed the presence harboring the Dragon Pearl leaving.

She hadn’t been idle, even taking direct action herself.

But it yielded little effect.

"So cunning?"

The Dragon Maiden felt it was a bit challenging.

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