The Supreme Soldier King of the Lady CEO

Ye Huan was quite puzzled, clearly he hadn’t done anything, so how did he become the "Plague God" of the Sword Tomb? Why did these Divine Weapons always flee in fear when he tried to touch them?

He couldn’t figure it out but continued attempting to connect with the swords in the Sword Tomb, though the result was the same constant failure.

Every sword trembled violently and darted away at the very moment Ye Huan was about to touch it, like a startled carp.

Over time, Ye Huan gritted his teeth and identified part of the reason; his eyes suddenly "swished" toward that inconspicuous long sword in the corner of the Sword Tomb which had drawn his attention from the start!

The entire sword was an azure blue, its surface smooth, without any patterns or engraved designs on the blade. The sword’s grip appeared to be nothing more than a wooden handle, plain and unremarkable, seemingly devoid of any rank.

Yet, strangely, whenever Ye Huan tried to sense other weapons, it emitted a faint eerie chill, causing the weapons to burst with fear and leave Ye Huan’s side.

It seems right from the start, this apparently ordinary-looking sword was causing all sorts of trouble!

Ye Huan’s face was black like Bao Qingtian, what exactly did this sword want?

If it favored him, shouldn’t it liberate itself from the rock wall and come dutifully into his hands?

Since it didn’t fancy him, why wouldn’t it let him connect with other Divine Weapons?

"Hey, I say, have you developed a liking for me but are too embarrassed to voluntarily come to my hand and act aloof?" Ye Huan seemed to have discerned everything, his lips curled upward, he looked at the iron sword trying to sense it through telepathy.

The iron sword appeared quite irritated, it suddenly trembled twice indicating its extreme "disapproval" of Ye Huan.

In Ye Huan’s view, this was a "rage from humiliation" response!

"How strange, just a sword, and it can actually rage in humiliation?" Ye Huan was extremely bewildered and then mentally addressed the iron sword: "I’m giving you fifteen minutes here, if you fancy me, come out of the rock wall yourself and recognize me as your master. If you don’t fancy me, I’ll leave, but then you better not regret it."

The iron sword became even more "ragingly humiliated", thrashing several times as if it was extremely dissatisfied with Ye Huan’s words, strongly protesting and sending Ye Huan a message through telepathy: go ahead if you wish to leave, just don’t regret it after you’re gone!

Upon hearing this, Ye Huan chuckled internally, replying: "Anyway, I’m only giving you fifteen minutes, if you like me, come out, or else forget it!"

Ye Huan found a relatively smooth stone, cleaned off the dust with his right hand, then sat down, whistling leisurely and gently, as if engaged in some sort of "stalemate" with this iron sword.

Speaking of which, even Ye Huan felt speechless, what was up with the iron sword, it actually had a personality akin to a human’s aloofness.

And, then again, where was Huaxia’s sword — the Xuanyuan Sword?

According to Huaxia’s Weaponry Records, the Xuanyuan Sword’s blade was engraved with sun, moon, and stars on one side, and rivers and mountains on the other. One side of the hilt had the strategy for unifying Huaxia inscribed, and the other side detailed agricultural practices.

The transition joint of the hilt and the blade was embedded with a Sun Wheel, causing the entire sword to be bathed consistently in sunlight, symbolizing the inexhaustible vitality of the Huaxia land.

Ye Huan glanced around, not a trace of the Xuanyuan Sword was visible, then his face revealed a peculiar look; in this entire Sword Tomb, only this iron sword seemed this strange, plus other Divine Weapons appeared to fear it, could it be the Xuanyuan Sword?

His intuition indicated there was an eighty percent chance that his speculation was correct.

How interesting, the Xuanyuan Sword was interested in him, but embarrassed to approach him itself?

Ye Huan naturally wouldn’t reject such a formidable Divine Weapon claiming him as master, but he felt that he shouldn’t fall behind in his initial encounter with this sword; otherwise, wouldn’t he be at a disadvantage in future interactions?

That simply wouldn’t do!

Therefore, Ye Huan didn’t proactively attempt to extract the iron sword; instead, he shouted loudly in the Sword Tomb: "Don’t fear it, if you want to recognize me as your master, come directly to me!"

This directly enraged the iron sword, which wobbled several times. A faint pressure swept out, seemingly threatening those weapons: anyone wishing to recognize him as master, better judge if their lives could endure it!

Instantly, many Divine Weapons that had made noise quieted down, like cicadas in the cold, not daring to move at all.

Ye Huan laughed in exasperation, this iron sword truly was a tsundere sword.

Moreover, through observing other Divine Weapons’ fear of the iron sword, his hypothesis firmed: this iron sword most likely was the mythological, single Martial Saint rated anti-heaven Divine Weapon—Xuanyuan Sword in Huaxia’s weapon history!

Otherwise, how could it incite fear in so many Divine Weapons?

Yet strangely, the appearance of the iron sword was completely different from the recorded Xuanyuan Sword, what was going on here?

Ye Huan was confused.

Meanwhile, outside the Sword Tomb, a commotion broke out!

Ling Mengmeng was laughing so hard her stomach hurt, even tears were streaming down: "Haha, is Ye Huan crazy? Does he really think shouting will make those Divine Weapons obediently recognize him as master? Is he joking? No fool would be this foolish, right!"

"Haha, I bet this guy hasn’t gained recognition from any weapons so he’s totally enraged, trying to use the status of Huaxia Dragon’s son to oppress weapons, leading to even stronger estrangement! Didn’t you see earlier, after Ye Huan shouted that, all the Divine Weapons retreated several meters!" Ling Yao laughed boisterously!

"Saw it, saw it, those Divine Weapons don’t even take Ye Huan seriously, they have no intention of accepting him as master! Ye Huan was turned angry and frantic, really like a clown, haha!"

Ling Zhiyuan couldn’t stop laughing, feeling he finally got rid of all his resentment, Ye Huan’s enraged clownish demeanor was truly amusing.

Ye Huan’s reaction fell under the eyes of the neutral members of the Ling Family present, making them furrow their brows slightly.

Such an enraged reaction was downright disgraceful, laughably foolish, was this the true character of Huaxia Dragon’s son?

Besides, after Ye Huan uttered those insolent words to the Divine Weapons, he lingered stubbornly in the Sword Tomb, like a child throwing a tantrum.

"This Ye Huan really has some character flaws..."

"Indeed, how can he be this dumb..."

"This generation’s Huaxia Dragon’s son is rather pathetic..."

The crowd buzzed with discussion.

Even Ye Bingning raised her elegant eyebrows slightly, utterly clueless about the significance of Ye Huan’s actions, starting to worry about Ye Huan.

Could Ye Huan truly not cope with not being chosen by any Divine Weapon, hence sinking into some crazed state?

"Boss, keep your cool, you’re the greatest, don’t get angry and let those nasty Ling Family kids mock you." Ye Bingning bit her lips, her delicate fists slightly clenched, praying earnestly in her heart.