Chapter 1493 - 1470: The Xuanyuan Sword Emerges!
In the next fifteen minutes, about half of the Ling Family disciples succeeded in establishing a spiritual connection with the weapons in the Sword Tomb, while the remaining half gained nothing.
These Ling Family disciples tried numerous methods, repeatedly attempting to communicate with the weapons, but the result was dismal—none of the weapons were willing to accept them as their master.
In other words, their martial arts talent, strength, and even their temperament failed to gain the recognition of the Divine Weapons in the Sword Tomb.
These people were very disappointed, but not overly so, because after all, there was someone in the Sword Tomb whose experience was exactly like theirs—Ye Huan!
Ye Huan had been sitting quietly on that stone in the Sword Tomb for fifteen minutes, yet still did not stir the heart of any Divine Weapon, just like them, he gained nothing.
This made that portion of the Ling Family disciples who gained nothing feel a malicious joy, as their feeling of disappointment vanished.
The Huaxia Dragon Son did not get weapon recognition, and they didn’t either; after rounding things off, doesn’t their martial arts talent and temperament equal the Huaxia Dragon Son in some aspects?
Haha! The Huaxia Dragon Son is actually myself!
"Looks like we are not useless!"
"Our talent is the same as Ye Huan’s!"
"Who would’ve thought that a failure like me could one day stand on the same level as the Huaxia Dragon Son, truly unexpected! Am I too talented or is Ye Huan too useless, haha!"
The Ling Family disciples whispered among themselves, each with a schadenfreude smile on their face.
Meanwhile, other than Ye Huan, there was nobody left in the Sword Tomb.
Ling Mengmeng shouted from outside: "Ye Huan, face reality, you are just a worthless fool with dreadful temperament. Even if you continue to linger inside, no Divine Weapon will recognize you!"
"That’s right, cousin Ye Huan, everyone has finished picking their swords, the Sword Tomb can about close now, don’t linger inside wasting everyone’s time like a child! Also, your shameless rage is unworthy of the title and lineage of Huaxia Dragon Son!"
Ling Yao and Ling Zhiyuan chimed in, seemingly advising Ye Huan to calm down and leave the Sword Tomb, but their words carried undisguised ridicule.
The taunting was enjoyable, but the moment their words fell, the three simultaneously felt their hearts tighten, a threat of death wrapped around their entire heart!
At this moment, they felt as if they were being watched by a primordial beast, their breathing nearly stopped!
But soon, when they saw Ye Huan still sitting motionless, the threat vanished. They glanced around nervously, each frightened out of their wits, "Wha...what’s going on, was it an illusion?"
"Must’ve been..."
The three were suspicious.
Then the Ling Family disciples began to urge: "Ye Huan, stop wasting our time, come out of the Sword Tomb and let’s head down the mountain, facing reality is your only choice."
"Indeed, face reality!"
Ling Mengmeng and the others wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads and echoed.
Ye Huan turned a deaf ear, only kept his eyes on the iron sword, saying in his heart: "Fifteen minutes are up, if you don’t come out from the cracks, I’m leaving."
The iron sword trembled incessantly, seemingly muttering: "Try leaving, don’t regret it!"
Ye Huan’s lips curled into a barely noticeable smile, and he truly stood up and left!
The people outside the Sword Tomb saw Ye Huan walking out and laughed heartily: "Ye Huan has finally recognized the reality that he can’t gain the acknowledgment of a Divine Weapon, how delightful!"
Unexpectedly, just as Ye Huan was about to step onto the ground outside the Sword Tomb, an accident occurred!
From the least conspicuous corner of the Sword Tomb, a long sword suddenly "whoosh" flew out, aiming its blade at Ye Huan and thrusting forward!
Ye Huan seemed to have anticipated it, smiled slightly, and suddenly turned his head back, extending his right hand!
"Swish!"
A gust of wind rose, Ye Huan’s figure flashed, accurately predicting the long sword’s attack range, his index finger brushed against the sword body, sparking clusters of dazzling fire, and ultimately directly grasped the wooden handle of the long sword!
"From now on, you are my little brother." Ye Huan’s lips fully arched up, a hint of joy surfaced in his heart.
The sword body moved twice, expressing dissatisfaction, but the amplitude was not large.
Evidently, Ye Huan had won the psychological battle with this long sword!
Securing this victory, indicates he will hold an absolute dominant position when facing this sword in the future!
Ye Huan was very satisfied, lightly caressing the sword body, yet there was something very strange—other Divine Weapons in the Sword Tomb all had scabbards, but this long sword was bare.
"What’s going on? Where’s your scabbard?" Ye Huan asked the sword in his heart.
Naturally, the long sword couldn’t reply verbally, but it had already established a mental connection with Ye Huan, using intention to tell him to walk out.
Ye Huan did not comprehend, but still followed the sword’s instruction, walked out of the Sword Tomb, continuing past the pale-faced Ling Family disciples, ultimately arriving at the center area outside the Sword Tomb.
"Hah, what arrogance, it’s just a crummy iron sword you got, Ye Huan, with your disgraceful deed, this is all you can acquire." Ling Mengmeng crossed her arms, fully showing disdain.
Ling Yao and Ling Zhiyuan also grumbled: "What’s with the pretense, this crummy sword looks like it doesn’t even have a grade, a total piece of junk, probably nobody would buy it at a scrap yard, you treat it like treasure and act this cocky! So amusing! Believe it or not, we’ll draw our super Divine Weapon and give you a glimpse, show you the world..."
Not yet finished speaking, suddenly the fear of death appeared again, their words halted abruptly, their faces instantly turned bluish-purple from apparent lack of oxygen—it couldn’t be uglier!
"What’s happening! Ye Huan hasn’t emitted any imposing aura!" They were extremely anxious, unable to understand to the limit, this deathly fear did not dissipate quickly like before, it lingered for ten seconds, pressing them so they felt nearly dead.
They surveyed around, eventually their eyes landed on their own swords!
Chixiao Sword!
Chengying Sword!
"Damn it! Guys, what’s happening, we were berating Ye Huan, not you, why are you getting so worked up?" They were nearly terrified to the point of urination, realizing that their very own Divine Weapons were the ones transmitting the threat of death and towering wrath!
Before the two could figure out what’s going on, another sudden change occurred!
"Splash—"
Ye Huan’s plain, unremarkable iron sword "whoosh" launched into the air, under the scorching sunlight, it suddenly released an incomparably potent terrible aura, a force seemingly to destroy everything, promptly knocking many present people to the ground!
Among them, those who were most aggressive in taunting earlier, the most deserving of a beating trio—Ling Mengmeng and the two, were directly blown away by the aura into the mountain, instantly suffering devastating injuries, and continually vomiting large mouthfuls of blood with no sign of stopping!
And those Ling Family disciples who were toppled and vomiting blood by the aura, without exception, had cooperated with Ling Mengmeng trio to ridicule Ye Huan earlier!
The crowd was terrified, recalling the scene at the hot spring in the rear mountain, how did it happen again?!
Moreover, why did their Divine Weapons suddenly stop responding to commands?!
Indeed, not responsive!
Ling Mengmeng and others realized, their previously acquired Divine Weapons now utterly ignored their control, slowly floated into the air!
With the sword hilt towards the sky, and the blade directed to the ground, gradually flying up to surround the long sword suspended in mid-air, releasing terrifying aura, drawing endless fiery power from the sun!
And rapidly rotating clockwise, raising a fierce whirlwind!
Next, the scene that left everyone dumbfounded and speechless occurred!
Including the third Divine Weapon Chixiao Sword, the second Divine Weapon Chengying Sword and a series of Divine King Level weapons, astonishingly began to melt into liquid iron under the scorching sun, long sword’s terrifying aura, and the slicing winds of the sword storm, coalescing into one!
A phantom image of a sword sheath emerged in the sky!
"Damn it. This is...the Xuanyuan Sword!!!" Ling Wuye and Ling Zhenhai widened their eyes and publicly exclaimed a tremendously loud crude phrase!
The words Xuanyuan Sword dropped like a massive meteor into the Ling Family’s ocean, stirring up tremendous waves!
"Xuanyuan Sword? Isn’t that the Sword of Huaxia? Damn it?!!!"