"This sword is so valuable, how can I have the nerve to take it away from someone else." Mu Hanyan saw that the silver notes he took out just now were hidden tightly inside three layers, and she knew that these five thousand taels of silver notes were all the money he had saved up after decades of hard work, so how could he have the nerve to accept them.
Moreover, she now knew that this sword was definitely more than it seemed. If she could crack its secret and sell it, Han Jinglun would probably never be able to spend all the money he earned in several lifetimes.
"There's no use for me keeping this sword, so I bought it specifically to give it to you, young master." Han Jinglun insisted and refused to extend his hand.
"Old man, this sword may be valuable to you, but it's nothing to others. If they don't want it, just take it back."
"Yes, you are the only one who treats it as a treasure. Who among the swordsmen with some real skills would even look at it?" After hearing what the two said and looking at Mu Hanyan's clothes, the onlookers thought that he looked down on this piece of scrap metal, but they were too embarrassed to say it out loud, so they said to Han Jinglun.
"Mr. Mu, can you lend me your sword?" Han Jinglun didn't know that Mu Hanyan could use her spiritual sense to detect things, and he thought that she thought the sword looked too bad, but he was not in a hurry and spoke calmly.
Mu Hanyan was curious to begin with, so she didn't ask any more questions and handed the Hanxiao Sword to him.
When others saw Han Jinglun's actions, they guessed that he wanted to use Mu Hanyan's sword to test the quality of this piece of scrap metal, and many of them couldn't help laughing.
Although I don't know the quality of Mu Hanyan's sword, any swordsman with a little bit of family background will carry a sword that is not bad. This old man actually wants to use this method to test a piece of scrap metal. Isn't that just asking for trouble?
They had been holding back a lot of things in their hearts and didn't say them directly because they wanted to save him some face considering his age. But he insisted on humiliating himself, so he deserved it.
Han Jinglun didn't even look at the expressions of the people around him. He drew out the Hanxiao Sword, concentrated his mind, and chopped at the rusty sword in his other hand with all his strength.
With a crisp "clang" sound, both swords were unharmed.
The slightly playful smiles on the faces of the people around suddenly froze.
As soon as the Frost Sky Sword was unsheathed, they knew that Mu Hanyan's sword was far superior to any ordinary swordsman's. The exquisite cloud patterns and the chilling feeling that came from the body clearly showed that it was the work of a master swordsman.
Although it was obvious at first glance that Han Jinglun had no skill, based on the quality of the sword itself, if he chopped it with all his strength, he should have split the scrap metal in two. However, what no one expected was that after one strike of the sword, not even a hairline-sized crack appeared.
Mu Hanyan was also a bit surprised. Even though she knew there was something fishy about the sword Han Jinglun had chosen, she hadn't expected it to be so sturdy. After all, Mu Hanfeng's sword was made by a renowned master. Even in the hands of an ordinary person, it could sever hair and cut through metal like mud.
"I'm too weak, Mr. Mu, you do it." Han Jinglun handed both swords to Mu Hanyan helplessly.
Mu Hanyan became more and more curious about this sword and immediately took it.
"Mr. Mu, just use your strongest strength." Han Jinglun said.
"Okay." Seeing Han Jinglun's confident look, Mu Hanyan had no worries. She directly injected her energy into the Hanxiao Sword and then slashed at the rusty sword.
"Huh!" The two swords clashed, making another clear sound. Mu Hanyan exclaimed in surprise. She had channeled 70% of her energy into this strike, equivalent to a heavy blow from a seventh-level swordsman. Add to that the Hanxiao Sword's inherent sharpness, and even steel would have been cut in two. Yet, it couldn't even damage the rusted sword, leaving behind not even a trace.
"Mr. Mu, don't worry, just use your strongest strength." Han Jinglun said again.
Mu Hanyan nodded and swung out several heavy sword strikes in succession.
The sound of swords hummed. The eighth-level swordsman, the ninth-level swordsman, and the tenth-level swordsman had all exerted the strength of a great swordsman, but the rusty sword was still intact. Mu Hanyan became ruthless and simply exerted the full strength of the peak great swordsman.
Fortunately, her energy was condensed. If she had not deliberately bluffed like she did against Dai Songling, her momentum would actually be much smaller than that of a swordsman of the same level. The onlookers only felt that her strength was unfathomable, but they could not tell her true strength and were not too shocked.
"Clang!" Under everyone's astonished gaze, Mu Hanyan's sword finally split a crack in the rusted sword. As the sword's blade cracked, the restriction that had blocked Mu Hanyan's divine sense also shattered and dissipated. Then, a red light seeped out from the crack, like a crimson sunset glow.
What's going on? Mu Hanyan was shocked.
"Ding" At this moment, there was a slight cracking sound from the sword body, and along the crack, countless tiny cracks spread like a spider web, and finally broke into pieces. Countless fragments fell to the ground, making a clear tinkling sound.
And a long sword that was as bright as silver water but also faintly revealed a red glow appeared in Mu Hanyan's hand.
The slender, beautiful blade and its cloud patterns all demonstrated the highest level of craftsmanship, perfectly matching the hilt and hilt. Even more astonishing to Mu Hanyan was the sense of a strange, agile presence within the sword, as if it had life itself.
Just as she was thinking this, the sword began to tremble slightly in her hand, and a buzzing sound like the sound of immortals came into her ears, which was full of joy.
Spirituality, this sword actually has spirituality. Mu Hanyan's heartbeat involuntarily quickened. As long as it has spirituality, it can be called a divine weapon.
Although she was no stranger to divine artifacts, having two of them on her, the Star Fantasy Thousand Machine was actually a remnant left behind by a peerless master. The star disk itself had no spirituality, so strictly speaking it was not a divine artifact. The Cang Xuan Yun Sha was called a divine artifact, but it had fatal flaws. It was not until she refined it that it could barely be considered a divine artifact.
The spiritual sword in his hand no longer felt any unusual once the outer restriction was removed.
This is the real artifact.
At this moment, Mu Hanyan could of course realize that whether it was the layer of broken metal fragments or the divine consciousness that even her divine consciousness could not penetrate, they were all meant to conceal the true identity of this artifact.
"The Chixiao Sword, it's actually the Chixiao Sword!" A cry of surprise came from the crowd.
Only then did Mu Hanyan notice that there were two small characters in ancient seal script engraved on the sword: Chi Xiao.
It turned out to be the Chixiao Sword. Mu Hanyan felt her hands trembling a little.
The Scarlet Sky Sword had been renowned across the Holy Court Continent for thousands of years. While not as ancient as the merchant lamented, its fame rivaled those legendary ancient swords. Legends were just legends, after all; no one had ever seen one, but the Scarlet Sky Sword was real.
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