Chapter 1152: My absolute divine sword!

Lin Potian and the others dared not waste a moment; Hong Zun, that old bastard, is too wicked, actually coming to deceive and launch a sneak attack—Shan Hu is just a youngster, how could they let him succeed?

Immediately, everyone rushed toward the Ten Thousand Swords Pool.

But they were still a step late; the crowd hadn't arrived yet, only hearing a disturbance coming from the Ten Thousand Swords Pool.

Seeing this, Lin Potian and the others instantly panicked—could this old coot have actually succeeded?

On the other side, by the edge of the Ten Thousand Swords Pool, seeing the lake surface burst open, Hong Zun laughed, extremely delighted.

"Done."

As expected, soon enough, Shan Hu walked up holding a short sword.

"Peak Master Hong Zun, this sword won't obey—I accidentally broke it."

Seeing the short sword in Shan Hu's hand, Hong Zun was overjoyed.

"Breaking it is good, breaking it is right—good, good, you kid really didn't disappoint me."

Before Hong Zun could speak, Lin Potian and the others had already arrived, roaring with extreme resentment.

"Old drunkard, what are you doing?"

Seeing this, Hong Zun quickly put on a look of grief, took the short sword from Shan Hu's hand, and burst into sorrowful weeping.

"Divine sword, my peerless divine sword, the treasure that guards my Divine Sword Peak!"

"Huh???"

Seeing Hong Zun clutching a short sword and wailing there with heart-rending grief, everyone felt utter contempt and sneered.

"You old thing, do you dare to act even more falsely? Damn, I can't watch this."

Lin Potian and the others looked at the short sword in Hong Zun's arms—"This is supposedly a peerless divine sword? The treasure that guards your Divine Sword Peak? When did your Divine Sword Peak sink so low?"

"This sword isn't even high-grade—just trash—and you dare claim it's the treasure that guards your Divine Sword Peak?"

Lin Potian and the others curled their lips, speaking irritably.

"Senior Brother, isn't this just an ordinary long sword? If you want it, I'll send you a hundred or eighty back as compensation for Shan Hu."

"Huh???"

Hearing this, Hong Zun glanced disdainfully at Lin Potian and the others.

"You want to stop me from eating? Hah, I'm supposed to compensate you? Damn, I just want to eat."

His thoughts turning, Hong Zun spoke with a sorrowful expression.

"Junior Brother, you don't understand—even if there were a million divine swords in the world, none could compare to this one; not even if you brought me a hundred or eighty, or even millions or tens of millions, could it heal the wound in my heart."

"Huh???"

"This old drunkard is lying with his eyes open? How dare he say such things?"

"Just this broken sword, and in your mouth it actually becomes a treasure?"

Immediately after, Hong Zun continued speaking.

"It is this sword, exactly this sword—it was left to my grandfather by my great-grandfather, then to my father by my grandfather, my father kept it safe his whole life, and handed it to me when I joined the Dao Yi Sect."

"To me, Hong Zun, it is not just a simple long sword—it is a companion, family, a treasure that has accompanied the Hong family for generations."

"Huh???"

Listening to Hong Zun's tale, Lin Potian and the others were stunned—how dare you say such things?

"Can you really say such a thing? And you claim it's been passed down for generations?"

"Aren't you an orphan? Don't you not even know who your parents are?"

"Senior Brother, didn't you say you were an orphan? It was the Master who brought you back to the Sect to raise you—now how..."

Lin Potian and the others showed no mercy, directly exposing Hong Zun's lie.

"You're an orphan with no parents, yet you claim it's been passed down for generations—do you think we're idiots?"

Exposed by Lin Potian and the others, Hong Zun wasn't the least bit flustered, his face not red, his heart not racing, as he spoke.

"Exactly, so in my eyes this long sword is like a parent—it accompanied me through the hardest times of my life."

"Ah... Dad, Mom, how did you just break?"

"Huh???"

Hearing this, everyone really couldn't hold back, looking at Hong Zun weeping bitterly.

Everyone just felt this old coot's skin was truly thick beyond measure.

"You're ruthless, daring to say such things."

At that moment, Zhao Zhengping also happened to arrive, and upon arrival saw the Master clutching a short sword and wailing with heart-rending grief.

Taking a closer look, isn't this the standard long sword of the Divine Sword Peak?

Every disciple who joins the Divine Sword Peak receives one for free—what's there to cry about?

The puzzled Zhao Zhengping stepped forward and asked.

"Master, why are you crying over a standard long sword? The Miscellaneous Affairs Hall has plenty more."

Upon hearing this, Hong Zun couldn't help but glare fiercely at Zhao Zhengping—stupid fool, completely lacking any insight.

"I've specially taken on such a stupid disciple as you."

Fortunately, Hong Zun reacted quickly, immediately speaking with a mournful voice.

"Disciple, hurry to pay respects to the Master's parents—you should know, thanks to it, the Master has survived countless perils and lived to this day..."

"Huh???"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhengping stared—parents? What parents? Looking around, the only people present were Lin Potian and the various uncles and seniors, plus Shan Hu; he didn't see the Master's parents at all.

Moreover, the Master doesn't even have parents, does he?

"Master, I didn't see..."

"Shut up and kneel."

This idiot, still hasn't reacted by now, actually I...

Finally, still under Hong Zun's coercion, Zhao Zhengping knelt before this broken sword.

Gazing at the standard long sword broken in half before his eyes, listening to Hong Zun's sorrowful weeping from beside him.

"You have followed me from obscurity all this way; in my heart, you are kin, you are parents, you are my sole reliance."

"For all these years, I have carefully protected you, placing you in the Ten Thousand Swords Pool, hoping you could enjoy your twilight years in peace."

"It's my fault, I was wrong; I never imagined you would protect me, Hong Zun, for a lifetime, yet I, Hong Zun, failed to safeguard you completely—I, Hong Zun, deserve to die.............."

Seeing Hong Zun weeping bitterly, Zhao Zhengping was dumbfounded.

His gaze stared blankly at the broken sword before him.

It really is just a standard long sword; is there any need to cry like this?

Divine Sword Peak's standard long swords number in the eight thousands or more; even if an ordinary disciple damages one in use, it's merely a matter of going to the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall to get another.

How could Master Shīzūn weep like this?

Could this short sword really have some special quality?

But Zhao Zhengping looked and looked, yet he could see nothing special—it's just a normal standard long sword, isn't it?

Does Master Shīzūn really need to weep like this?

Suspicious, Zhao Zhengping foolishly said to Hong Zun:

"Master Shīzūn, if you're really feeling awful, why don't I fetch you a few more? I could easily produce over a hundred standard long swords from my place."

Huh???

This idiot, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Hearing those words, Hong Zun was so angry his teeth itched.

How is this ungrateful disciple so utterly clueless?

How could I not know this is a standard long sword? I'm not crying over this—I'm crying for food!

Ungrateful disciple, you harbor ill intentions, you want to ruin my big plans, right?