Chapter 44: Each with Their Own Thoughts

Just that, the Sword Hut owner's greatest dream is still to forge a peerless divine weapon.

And in the end, he succeeded.

This holy sword is truly a peerless divine weapon; in the original novel, Zhou Tian relied on this peerless divine weapon to ultimately achieve victory.

Once the holy sword is forged, the power it possesses—life and death, able to slay foes and also nourish its master.

Precisely because of this, the sword's emergence still caused a great sensation.

Yang Jun understood all of this all too well.

Among the problems here, we must have a corresponding method to resolve all of this.

Yang Jun reviewed the imperial edict once more, confirming he had made no mistake.

Thinking of this holy sword, Yang Jun felt two heads big.

According to the plot in the book, this holy sword belongs to Zhou Tian; it is his exclusive weapon, meaning others cannot possibly wield or control it.

"Ah, this old emperor, does he really resent my long life? Or is it just that seeing me alive makes him uneasy?"

"Now, you just want to drag me into this?"

"This is the holy sword, a divine weapon in the original novel, closely tied to those events, and even more so to the ultimate outcome!"

"All this fighting and killing is simply too terrifying; I just want to stay low, why force me?"

Yang Jun gave a wry smile, muttered to himself, and unconsciously shook his head.

Regarding this matter, he understood it all too well—this is how it is.

Yun Fengyun, this old emperor, is not a broad-minded person; thus, when encountering such matters, after they happen, he will have himself transferred to handle the Sword Hut affairs.

"It's just that I said a few things I wanted to say in court—why must it be like this?"

"Alright, then wait and see—I'll show you how I'll carry it out!"

Yang Jun snorted coldly, speaking discontentedly.

Nevertheless, dissatisfaction aside, words aside.

Yang Jun understood one thing clearly: to survive and not die, the best way is to increase his own strength, increase his power!

Otherwise, such problems will surely become a major trouble!

Yang Jun made up his mind, rose directly, and walked into the dungeon.

"Leng Qingyue, it's time to train!"

With those words, Yang Jun entered the cell, grabbed Leng Qingyue's legs, pulled hard, and dragged her to his front.

……

After half a day, Yang Jun slowly finished his practice.

Hmm, not bad.

The power obtained from the Ziyang Holy Body has also gradually been refined within his body.

Very good, indeed not bad.

Most importantly, Yang Jun clearly felt his inner energy greatly increase, having broken through to the Second-Rank Martial Artist stage.

Following this breakthrough, he obtained the Second-Rank Martial Arts and the Two-Finger Zen!

Extending his right hand, thumb and index finger moved together; with the force, a pit instantly appeared on the wall.

【Hmm, the Ziyang Holy Body is indeed powerful, but practicing this technique consumes too much; I must nourish my body, or I'll eventually collapse!】

While Yang Jun was thinking this, feeling smug, suddenly a foot stretched out and kicked him hard in the waist.

With a bang, Yang Jun, caught off guard, fell straight to the ground.

"Get lost—if you want to supplement, hurry up and drink more tonic soup."

Although Leng Qingyue's cheeks were flushed, at this moment she was still quite dissatisfied.

Her eyes held shame and anger as she stared at Yang Jun.

"What do you mean? Do you still think I'm inadequate?"

Yang Jun widened his eyes, feeling quite surprised by this.

"What do you think? Do you think you're capable?"

Leng Qingyue raised her chin, speaking repeatedly.

In her view, she could hear Yang Jun's inner thoughts; she understood everything about him completely.

So, Yang Jun has absolutely no way to deal with himself.

Precisely because of this, she acts so recklessly now.

However, despite Leng Qingyue's cleverness, she always forgets one thing: she is merely a woman, completely unaware of a man's mindset.

What do men fear most?

They fear neither hardship nor fatigue, not even death.

But what they cannot tolerate most is a woman saying they are incapable!

With this thought and mindset, Yang Jun supported his waist and slowly rose.

"Leng Qingyue, you have successfully angered me; now I will let you see whether I am capable or not!"

Yang Jun spoke coldly, stepping toward Leng Qingyue.

【Incapable? Hmph, do you think you're that impressive?】

【Women can be weak too, right? You must be weak now.】

【If so, I'll endure a bit more fatigue—just wait and cry!】

Yang Jun thought this, lifted his head, and his eyes met Leng Qingyue's.

Hey woman, do you think you're something special?

"Yang Jun, you, what are you doing? Don't come over, no, I don't want this, don't come again!"

Leng Qingyue panicked, and in her eyes a flash of strong shock passed.

For a moment, she was at a loss.

Yang Jun was actually really tired.

However, thinking of Leng Qingyue's words and seeing her appearance just now, Yang Jun had an idea; he moved his right hand, pressing thumb and forefinger together, and at that moment he twitched them again.

After a long while, Yang Jun lay on his side beside Leng Qingyue.

【Weapon Workshop is located in the capital, but it's actually a den of dragons and tigers.】

【And the Sword Hut is of utmost importance within the Weapon Workshop.】

【If we want to deal with it, my own strength is indeed still somewhat insufficient.】

Leng Qingyue, looking utterly exhausted, lay to one side, and suddenly heard Yang Jun's inner thoughts.

At this moment, she let out several cold snorts.

Sword Hut?

Right, the Holy Sword that the Master divined— isn't it about to appear soon during this period?

The junior martial brother is the Chosen One recognized by the Master; for the Holy Sword, the senior sister and the junior martial brother will certainly go to the Sword Hut.

Even the Master might possibly appear.

If they appear, isn't that my opportunity?

Yang Jun, this bastard, this shameless rascal—the best outcome for him, the best ending, would be to die at the hands of the junior martial brother and the senior sister!

As long as this can be achieved, that would be truly the best possible!

Only if Yang Jun dies at the hands of the junior martial brother does it truly count as venting my resentment, taking revenge, and wiping away shame!

Leng Qingyue, thinking of these things in her heart, couldn't help but raise her head, her eyes fixed on Yang Jun, her gaze flashing with coldness and indignation.