Chapter 126: Too Many Celestial Artifacts Have Appeared; Su Mengyao Has Been Overwhelmed

"This sword is..."

Su Mengyao stared at the long sword with swirling emerald light, her tone hesitant.

It resembled Qingguang Sword, one of the Seven Swords, but Qingguang Sword wasn’t with Ye Xuan—and more importantly, Qingguang Sword could never hover in midair without a wielder, nor could it possess clear sentience like this one.

So, another celestial artifact from another world.

But when did Ye Xuan acquire this sword from another world?

"Zhan Long."

Ye Xuan lightly touched the hilt of Zhan Long as it drifted toward him; the sword immediately let out a clear dragon’s cry, emerald light flowing like water along its blade.

"Zhan Long?"

Su Mengyao felt the name was familiar; she murmured unconsciously: "When sword art is complete, you cut dragons wherever they dwell."

But the Zhan Long Ye Xuan mentioned had nothing to do with that poem.

"Which Zhan Long?"

Though she felt she could recall it, asking directly was faster than guessing.

From the Zhu Xian world—the unstoppable Zhan Long Sword, the one that unites ten thousand swords to slay ghosts and gods.

Ye Xuan spoke calmly.

"Wan Jianyi and Lin Jingyu’s Zhan Long? The Nine Heavenly Divine Weapons?"

Su Mengyao’s pupils shrank sharply; she suddenly remembered.

Although most celestial artifacts appearing now originated from anime, comics, and games, and she focused mostly on anime, that didn’t mean she hadn’t read novels.

With the progression of dimensional invasions, objects from novels would inevitably appear in reality.

Zhu Xian, though ancient, was undoubtedly a classic of the novel world—and she had read it.

At her level, whether male-targeted or female-targeted, she had to read them all.

Female-targeted novels emphasized emotion, but in terms of celestial artifacts, male-targeted ones were clearly more significant.

Now that she knew it was the Zhan Long Sword from Zhu Xian, Su Mengyao softly recited the novel’s description of it.

"The blade bears a dragon’s form, entirely emerald and shimmering, cold and exquisite, forged from ten-thousand-year-old green crystal from the bitter southern lands, taking six years to complete; on the day it was forged, thunder rumbled and rain fell like dragon’s blood—hence its name, Zhan Long."

Zhan Long seemed to understand her awe; its blade trembled slightly, as if proudly showing off. It circled Honghong Sword twice, their divine sword auras intertwining in midair, creating a strange harmony.

It was delighted—but Su Mengyao couldn’t help rubbing her temples.

She suddenly felt today’s shocks had been too many.

No, the shocks hadn’t stopped since yesterday.

First, Ye Xuan was chosen by the Fire Light Shadow Stone from the Armor Hero world, transforming into Yanlong Armor; the state’s attention toward him instantly rose a level, even making them feel unworthy to sit at the same table as him.

Then Ye Xuan told her he possessed two Devil Fruits—one was the Ancient Species Mammoth Fruit from the Pirate King, Disaster Jack, and the other was the Mythical Beast Nika Fruit belonging to the protagonist Luffy.

That was already enough.

Though the Tian Shu Bureau didn’t possess such precious Devil Fruits, nor could they offer anything of equal value for trade, they could at least exchange Honghong Sword for the Mammoth Fruit to secure a future fourth-rank cultivator for their own side.

Then today she came to deliver Honghong Sword.

She had assumed Honghong Sword, modeled after Hongmao, would remain unclaimed for a long time in the real world—but the instant Ye Xuan touched it, it chose him as its master, and its core truly contained Hongmao’s complete legacy.

They had tested countless people; none were accepted by the Seven Swords. Ye Xuan merely touched it—and it immediately recognized him.

The key wasn’t that Ye Xuan was like Hongmao, but that he had gained the Fire Shadow Stone’s approval, his body brimming with potent Fire-elemental Five Phases bloodline, granting him affinity and dominance over anything related to fire.

Had she not seen it with her own eyes, Su Mengyao would never have believed two completely different worlds’ artifacts could connect at this moment.

Even if Zhu Xian’s power level wasn’t high and its display wasn’t impressive, was that even the point?

The point was—why did Ye Xuan have so many celestial artifacts?

Was he truly the fate-child of their world, with all celestial artifacts revolving around him?

"I think I really need to leave..."

Su Mengyao rubbed her temples hard, her head buzzing; she hadn’t slept a wink last night chasing the trail, and now continuous mental shocks had pushed her to her limit.

Though reason told her no more shocking events could come—that even if Ye Xuan was the fate-child, this should be the end—hadn’t she just thought Honghong Sword’s recognition was today’s greatest shock?

Although reason told her that nothing more astonishing could possibly happen—that even if Ye Xuan was a destiny-favored child, this should be the end—hadn’t she just thought the same thing before the Long Hong Sword claimed him as its master?

"Wu wu wu!"

A small red object suddenly dashed into the living room from the garden.

Little Qilin had been playing in the garden when it suddenly sensed a familiar aura; it immediately dropped its toy, the Kamen Rider Insect Yi, and rushed excitedly into the living room.

The moment it saw Honghong Sword, its round, wide eyes lit up; it happily ran to Ye Xuan’s feet, clawing at his pant leg, gazing longingly at the sword.

The moment she saw the Long Hong Sword, her round, wide eyes lit up instantly; she scampered happily to Ye Xuan’s feet, tiny paws tugging at his pant leg, gazing up at the sword with pleading eyes.

The Kamen Rider Insect Yi, upon seeing Little Qilin enter the living room, followed suit, flying to Ye Xuan’s shoulder and staring intently at the sword Little Qilin was fixated on; its head tilted, its compound eyes filled with confusion.

After the Jia Dou Insect Instrument saw the Little Qilin run into the living room, it followed suit, flying up to perch on Ye Xuan’s shoulder and watching the Little Qilin’s longing gaze at the Long Hong Sword; it tilted its head, its compound eyes brimming with confusion.

Why was Little Qilin so fixated on it?

Su Mengyao’s gaze shifted between Little Qilin and the Kamen Rider Insect Yi; her lips trembled but no sound came out; she felt the world spinning, the scene before her growing dimmer...

Su Mengyao’s gaze darted back and forth between the Little Qilin and the Jia Dou Insect Instrument; her lips trembled but no sound emerged—she felt the world spinning, the scene before her growing ever more blurred.

She collapsed face-first onto the sofa, completely giving up thinking.

She collapsed face-first onto the sofa, abandoning all thought entirely.

Ye Xuan turned at the noise, visibly startled to see Su Mengyao asleep on the sofa.

Didn’t she just say she was leaving? Why did she just lie down?

Little Qilin and the Kamen Rider Insect Yi, drawn by the sound, turned their heads in unison; the Zhan Long Sword also spun midair, its tip nodding toward Su Mengyao.

The Little Qilin and the Jia Dou Insect Instrument, drawn by the sound, turned their heads in unison; the Zhan Long Sword also spun midair, its tip nodding slightly toward Su Mengyao.

Little Qilin bounced over, sniffed Su Mengyao’s face, then gently nudged her arm with its paw; after confirming she was still alive, it lost interest immediately and scampered back to Ye Xuan’s feet, gazing longingly at Honghong Sword again.

The Kamen Rider Insect Yi tilted its head, its compound eyes flickered twice, then calmly settled back onto Ye Xuan’s shoulder; the Zhan Long Sword flew straight back into its scabbard, as if nothing had happened.

The Jia Dou Insect Instrument tilted its head, its compound eyes flickered twice, then calmly settled back onto Ye Xuan’s shoulder; the Zhan Long Sword simply flew straight back into its scabbard, as if nothing had happened.

He glanced at the wall clock, then at the peacefully sleeping Su Mengyao, and finally sighed.

He glanced at the clock on the wall, then at Su Mengyao, who was sound asleep, and finally sighed.

(End of Chapter)