Chapter 181: Holy Sword Exchange

Yang Jun finished speaking, and with a gesture of his right hand, the Holy Sword flew in instantly and landed in his hand.

The Holy Sword was still wrapped in cloth, but as soon as it entered Yang Jun's hand, it emitted a powerful, intimidating aura.

Such a sight was truly shocking.

Leng Qingyue and Mo Qingyan felt the Holy Sword's might, and both were involuntarily stunned.

They also unconsciously shifted their feet backward.

"Is this the Holy Sword?"

Leng Qingyue spoke, and Yang Jun handed the Holy Sword over.

She stepped forward and took the Holy Sword.

But just as Leng Qingyue took the Holy Sword in her hand, she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

At present, this matter also left them with many feelings.

Have the two of them deceived Yang Jun?

No, this is not deception at all.

It's simply because everything stems from Yang Jun's trust.

And now, what we are doing, consuming, also comes from Yang Jun's trust.

But how long can such consumption be sustained?

Once this is completely wasted and worn away by us, the final outcome would be unimaginable.

【It seems they were forced by someone.】

【And the target is the Holy Sword; but who could use them to obtain the Holy Sword?】

【In that case, it seems only the Sect Leader of the Haotian Sect, Yu Mingyue, fits.】

Yang Jun thought of something in his heart, but at this moment his demeanor remained extremely gentle.

"There's no rush; let's watch slowly."

Upon Yang Jun's words, Leng Qingyue's hand, while gripping the Holy Sword, also couldn't help but tremble slightly.

In her eyes, a misty moisture began to well up.

It turned out that, amidst all this, Yang Jun had already seen everything clearly.

But although he understood, he did not speak it out.

Such a matter left both Leng Qingyue and Mo Qingyan feeling uneasy.

"Yang Jun!"

Mo Qingyan took a deep breath and called out to Yang Jun.

Leng Qingyue did not stop her, merely letting Mo Qingyan speak.

"I'm sorry……"

As Mo Qingyan spoke, mist spread in her eyes, tears surged forth with a splashing sound, and in that instant they quickly welled up, about to fall.

"We deceived you; we did not intend to see the Holy Sword's power."

"But Qingyue was left behind by our master, who ordered us to exchange the Holy Sword; sorry."

At this moment, as Mo Qingyan spoke, her tears fell continuously with a splashing sound.

At this moment, this also made her feel deeply apologetic.

"We're all our own people; apologies aren't needed."

"Since this is your master's order, then take me there; I believe she actually still wants to meet me."

Yang Jun smiled faintly and spoke: some matters already had answers from the start, so in that case, we must proceed accordingly in what follows.

As for Yu Mingyue, Yang Jun also still wanted to meet her.

Perhaps many things, after truly meeting, could still be resolved with a reasonable solution.

Regardless, regarding the current situation, Yang Jun knows one thing he should uphold, so there's no need to overthink.

"No, you can't go, Yang Jun; it's dangerous, Master."

Upon hearing Yang Jun's words, Leng Qingyue immediately spoke, letting out successive exclamations.

"Right, can't go!"

Mo Qingyan also couldn't care about anything else, tightly gripping Yang Jun's hand, unwilling to let go.

"The Holy Sword won't be lost, but you all—I cannot afford to lose you."

Yang Jun looked at Mo Qingyan and Leng Qingyue before him and smiled faintly.

He then took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and spoke.

"But……"

Leng Qingyue and Mo Qingyan also looked uneasy, speaking again.

"My father is Prince Pingxi!"

Yang Jun spoke arrogantly, and Leng Qingyue and Mo Qingyan were subsequently brought by him as they left the Prince Pingxi Mansion.

Yang Jun said no more; when leaving, he had Deng Jian go to the palace to fetch his father back.

At this moment, in the forest, Yu Mingyue was still waiting.

Yu Mingyue's strength, Yang Jun had already experienced in the book.

Now she is the strongest grand master under heaven.

And later, Yu Mingyue became one of the three grand masters.

When Yang Jun first saw Yu Mingyue, all his feelings were not astonishment at her absolute beauty.

Rather, it was his unease.

Yu Mingyue merely stood there; a glance made Yang Jun feel endless pressure.

By rights, Yang Ye's strength is strong enough.

But when Yang Ye stood before Yang Jun, what he brought was merely affection; he never displayed his own might.

Therefore, he would never feel any pressure from Yang Ye.

Yun Fengyun, as emperor, exudes a full sense of oppression, but for Yang Jun, that feeling is not merely from master-level power; rather, it stems from the oppression of imperial authority.

But now, Yang Jun has only just truly felt the oppression brought by a difference in strength.

It is precisely the problems and influences arising in between that constitute true strength.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Jun merely felt as if he were in the midst of a raging storm.

In that very instant, everything came crashing down upon him.

At that moment, he could no longer bear it.

Just a slight wavering of his mind and spirit, as if everything were about to completely erase him.

Yang Jun took several deep breaths, finally managing to steady his posture so as not to make a fool of himself.

"Sect Master Yu, Yang Jun has brought the holy sword."

Yang Jun took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Lin Qingyue was both fearful and shocked at this moment.

She stared intently at Yang Jun, completely unable to comprehend his actions.

Yang Jun's action, knowing there are tigers in the mountain, he still goes toward the tiger mountain.

Now that Yang Jun has come bearing the holy sword, what exactly is he after?

However, Lin Qingyue bit her lip, looking uneasy.

Now, there's no need for too many doubts about all this.

Besides himself, what else could be the reason for Yang Jun's action?

"Since you've come, why not present the holy sword to this venerable one?"

Yu Mingyue let out a cold snort, but Yang Jun lightly shook his head.

"Otherwise, let's release the person first?"

In Yang Jun's words, it was clear that Yu Mingyue, who was several feet away, arrived before him in the blink of an eye.

Yang Jun had no chance to dodge, not even a moment to consider.

Yu Mingyue flashed forward to Yang Jun's front, extended her right hand, and firmly grabbed his hand.