Chapter 63: Holy Sword in the Sword Cottage

Yang Jun stared at the sixth princess, sighed: "These medicinal powders are deadly poison, used to protect us; don't touch them, even if you scrape off your skin and flesh, it's useless—just wait for me in the room."

【Isn't the royal court full of palace intrigue? How did this princess survive? In the royal court, can one still thrive?】

【Bringing her along to do things is also too exhausting; if one person were alone, they wouldn't have this much trouble.】

Yang Jun cursed Yun Xiyue in his heart; just as he thought of this, Yun Xiyue lunged at him again.

The old move—one hand grabbed Yang Jun's collar, and at the same time she bit his ear.

"Yang Jun, do you still despise this young lady? Do you think this princess is holding you back?"

"Yes!"

"I tell you, even if you despise me, you must bring this princess; I also want to go for what comes next!"

Yun Xiyue spoke angrily, looking at Yang Jun's ear, as if she would bite again the moment he disobeyed slightly.

"You're going? Fine, go ahead—I'm not going. You've seen how formidable Zhou Tian and that woman are; the Sword Cottage is currently slaughtering in all directions—this is no place for a sixth princess like you to play. If you go, you'll die and deserve it."

Yang Jun certainly could not agree to Yun Xiyue's request; it's not something that can be done just by being willing to go.

Yun Xiyue is silly and somewhat cute, pleasing to the eye, and sometimes lets one take advantage with one's hands.

But if Yun Xiyue actually comes to harm, the consequence would be that Yun Fengyun, this dog emperor, wouldn't care about anything else—he'd first punish himself.

Yun Xiyue pouted her lips and accepted Yang Jun's "suggestion."

And Yang Jun scattered more medicinal powder at the door—who called Yun Xiyue so precious? A slight mishap would be his doom.

"Yun Xiyue, if you stay, be obedient; otherwise, reveal your identity yourself, and someone will surely come to take you back to the palace."

After Yang Jun finished speaking, he also couldn't be bothered to listen to Yun Xiyue's chattering behind him, and turned and left.

Yun Xiyue slipped out of the palace; surely someone in the palace is looking for her.

However, I cannot simply hand Yun Xiyue over—that would cause trouble, bringing disaster upon myself.

Yang Jun quietly left the inn and sighed again.

"Damn, what a hassle—Zhou Tian alone is hard enough to deal with, and now there's Yun Xiyue adding chaos."

Thinking of the plot in the original book, Yang Jun wore a bitter expression.

You should know, in the original work, when the destined protagonist Zhou Tian fought, he merely spat a mouthful of fresh blood onto the Holy Sword, thereby gaining its recognition and becoming its master.

From then on, wielding the Holy Sword, he slaughtered in all directions.

"Alas, I'm such a minor supporting character—I can't even be a background figure; doing anything requires me to be cautious every step of the way."

"But come to think of it, if I spurt blood onto the Holy Sword, would it have the same effect?"

Yang Jun pondered these thoughts, then shook his head.

"I'm not the destined protagonist; how could such things be so easy?"

At this moment, the gate of the Armory Sword Cottage was unexpectedly empty, the doors wide open.

Aside from the bloody smell in the air, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Yang Jun curled his lips; it was obvious that the people of the Sword Cottage had first used invitations to lure martial artists into killing each other, then collected their corpses.

Then they opened up, letting people enter—likely there is another conspiracy.

Yang Jun stared at the gate, not daring to walk straight in.

"I'm a minor role, a background character, so I must be self-aware."

He crept in cautiously, all the while hiding and avoiding places with people.

Soon after, Yang Jun heard many sounds from the left front; it seemed people had gathered there.

Yang Jun glanced over, then earnestly thought about the matters concerning the Holy Sword in the original work.

He remembered clearly that in the original work, the Sword Cottage contains a sword pool, and the Heavenly Sword is within that pool.

Having found the place, Yang Jun hurried after.

The sword pool is, after all, just a pool.

However, this Sword Cottage's sword pool differs from those of other gardens.

Narrow in the middle, wide at both ends.

From above, one can see that the pool most resembles a woman's waist, and a slender one at that.

Most remarkable, however, is the pool's water.

The water splits down the middle into two halves; one side is red, like a furnace fire.

The other side is white, steaming mist like a cold-ice pool.

Since it's a sword pool, swords are naturally indispensable.

Around the sword pool are stuck various swords, as if they are being nourished by the pool's water.

In the middle, where the two-colored waters meet, a long sword is also planted.

The sword's body, reflected in the water, alternates between white and red.

The hilt is inlaid with dragon patterns, resembling a giant dragon clinging to the sword.

This is the Holy Sword!

However, the Sword Cottage's forging of swords, especially such highly spirited long swords, is not complete upon casting; it still requires the most crucial step—sword sacrifice!

At the sword pool now, the crowd is noisy, all anticipating this moment when the Holy Sword reaches completion.

Yang Jun observed from afar, first counting the number of people present.

The court has records of the Armory; the Sword Cottage here is not few, numbering fifty.

But now there are actually over a hundred people wearing the Sword Cottage uniforms.

Moreover, there are another two or three hundred people dressed variously, clearly from various sects and schools, or unaffiliated martial artists.

These people all look tense; the emergence of the Holy Sword is of great importance to martial artists.

"With a sword in hand, the world is mine"—this has long been known.

「I never expected that after retiring from the martial world for many years, I would suddenly meet so many old friends from the martial world. 」

「Heaven Sacrifice Sect Leader, Magic Flower Sword Sect, Netherworld Island Master, how have you been? 」

A deep voice sounded, the crowd looked over, only to see a man with white beard and hair walking over.

This person is none other than the Sword-forging Holy Hand Gan Lin; he is the master of the Sword Hut, but he has long since surrendered to the court, which counts as serving the court.

But this time, however, he went behind the court's back and forged such a sword; I don't know what his intention is.

Yang Jun looked at Gan Lin; at this time, rumors say he is a descendant of the former sword-forging master Gan family, and furthermore, in the original plot that Yang Jun has read, the current Gan Lin is actually the top expert now, already at the peak of the sixth rank, possibly even able to break through.

「Gan Lin, are you now called Sword Saint, or still the master of the Sword Hut? 」

「I never expected that a former generation Sword Saint, who was respected by the martial world, would become a lackey of the court; truly eye-opening. 」

「You have a fine person, yet you insist on becoming a dog; Gan Lin, aren't you afraid of disgracing your ancestors' glory? 」

The martial world's people speak without mercy, you say a word, I reply a word, fully mocking.