Chapter 61

The Sword Hut's owner, Gan Lin, is indeed a master.

It's not just his martial arts; more importantly, it's his sword-forging skill.

Yang Jun also knows that such people act very extremist.

Often they pursue everything they want, ignoring everything else.

Human life and such are of no importance to them.

"Collecting corpses? What for? To bury them?"

Yun Xiyue widened her eyes again, asking Yang Jun.

Yang Jun looked at Yun Xiyue; this woman constantly displayed her "idiocy".

Could it be that pretty women are all like this?

For every issue, they can't tell clearly what's true.

"Collecting corpses is to use these bodies to sacrifice the sword."

"When the holy sword appears, blood flows like rivers."

"The Sword Hut owner couldn't possibly kill that many people himself, so doing these things now is quite normal."

"If we do this well and succeed in sacrificing the sword, this holy sword will become a true peerless divine weapon!"

Yang Jun spoke again; after saying this, he unconsciously nodded.

In the current situation, the Sword Hut owner made such a big deal, isn't it just to attract participants so the final step of the holy sword can succeed?

Yun Xiyue listened to Yang Jun's explanation, her beautiful eyes fixed tightly on him.

Looking at Yang Jun, she grew ever more delighted and satisfied.

He is truly talented, actually able to know everything.

Impressive, this is indeed a good match for me.

But why did he hide his strength before? And why did he always appear as a spoiled noble?

Yun Xiyue is very puzzled, unable to figure it out.

Perhaps he refused marriage because he fears his Father Emperor?

Yun Xiyue thought of this, and widened her eyes again.

Father Emperor has never liked Yang Jun; could it be because he fears Yang Jun's true ability?

After all, he is the Heir of Prince Pingxi; in the army, many would respect him and serve him.

Yun Xiyue pondered these questions, but her body went soft, leaning into Yang Jun's embrace.

Yang Jun hadn't prepared mentally, and ended up being taken advantage of by Yun Xiyue.

The two stayed close like that; Yang Jun didn't feel comfortable pushing her away.

Moreover, now his main attention is already directed outward.

Yun Xiyue is quite satisfied with this interaction; she extends her finger, lightly scratching on Yang Jun's chest.

Her beautiful eyes flickered, staring at Yang Jun before her, as if she had much to say.

"Don't mess around, the fight has started again."

Yang Jun immediately reached out and grabbed Yun Xiyue's hand, his eyes fixed tightly outward.

"What's wrong? Who is it again?"

Hearing there was a fight, Yun Xiyue became spirited.

Speaking, she hurried over, her eyes looking outward.

At this time, a large group of people were surrounding a man and a woman, fighting.

The attackers look like martial artists at a glance.

The besieged man and woman made Yang Jun's eyes widen.

Besides Zhou Tian and Mo Qingyan, who else could it be?

Zhou Tian appears in his true form, so he's easy to recognize.

As for Mo Qingyan, she seems to have disguised herself, but Yang Jun is who? He has studied Zhou Tian's several senior sisters deeply.

So, at this moment, he can still recognize who this person is.

Now these two fellows actually appeared here, which is indeed somewhat unexpected.

The fighting here, one bout after another, the blood on the ground seems never to have dried.

Yang Jun also knows that Zhou Tian and Mo Qingyan came to contend for the holy sword.

After all, Zhou Tian later relied on the holy sword to gain the world.

Precisely for that reason, their arrival is not strange.

However, Zhou Tian and Mo Qingyan didn't expect there to be so many martial artists here.

Moreover, these martial artists, upon seeing each other, would immediately start fighting.

The contention for the holy sword is also too fierce.

After all, the holy sword's allure is what truly matters to martial artists.

With this, one's own strength can greatly increase, making solving problems easier.

"Perhaps this is an opportunity?"

Yang Jun, seeing this, his eyes lit up.

Speaking in a low voice, his eyes turning, considering what he could do.

Zhou Tian, that bastard, seems never willing to let me go.

Mo Qingyan, that woman, has done far too many things that harm me.

She kills people, I take the blame; if I weren't clever, I'd have died many times already.

Since we have already encountered them, we certainly cannot let them off easily.

I have never been a gentleman.

I am just a petty person who seeks revenge for the slightest grievance; anyway, if anyone refuses to let me live, I will certainly not let others live either.

Yang Jun has more confidence in one thing: his and Yun Xiyue's identities, which others do not know.

What do jianghu people hate the most?

Why do so many jianghu people end up wandering the jianghu? Isn't it because they don't want to deal with imperial officials?

With that thought, an idea immediately formed in Yang Jun's mind.

"Brothers, listen up."

"This person is Zhou Tian, commander of the Phoenix Division of the Royal City Guard; his purpose in coming here is to seize the Holy Sword."

Yang Jun stepped forward and raised his voice in a shout.

The position of Phoenix Division Commander of the Royal City Guard looks noble in some people's eyes.

But in the eyes of jianghu people, it is highly displeasing.

After all, the Royal City Guard is not very friendly toward these jianghu people.

Upon hearing Yang Jun's words, Zhou Tian was stunned again.

He instinctively turned his gaze toward Yang Jun, but he did not recognize him and did not understand how this person knew his true identity, let alone why he kept making things difficult for him here.

Zhou Tian was very displeased, but with strong enemies all around, all he could do was grip his sword tightly.

"So you're an imperial official!"

"Phoenix Division Commander of the Royal City Guard, what a fine official—are you here to kill us?"

"He wants to seize our Holy Sword—let's take him out first!"

"Right, brothers, don't hold back—first we'll kill him, then we can talk about other things!"

Jianghu people are all hot-blooded; they immediately shouted, killing intent surging.

Zhou Tian was filled with anger and glared viciously at Yang Jun.

But now, there's nothing he can do about Yang Jun.

This bastard—where did he come from?

I didn't come here to steal the sword and kill.

I have my own business; this bunch of idiots insists on making trouble for me—they really deserve to die!

Most importantly, these people have all been incited, so they simply cannot believe me.

Moreover, the imperial court has never been friendly toward jianghu people; this killing is inevitable, so the grudge is certainly formed.