Chapter 223

Turns out the National Master isn't straight; he already has someone he likes! Looks like the rumor that the National Master is interested in Ye Qingran is true.

For a moment, everyone's gaze toward Ling Qingwu was full of sympathy.

The goddess has feelings, the king has no dream—this must be about Ling Qingwu and the National Master!

The disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect instantly showed displeasure. They are disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect—how noble their status! When have they ever received such treatment?

Moreover, their senior sister lowered herself to perform a dance for the National Master, yet he ignored her!

Simply outrageous!

Immediately, one of the slightly thin Xuan Yuan male disciples stood up, looked at the National Master with ill intent, and demanded: 'National Master, my senior sister performed a dance for you; even if you weren't grateful, ignoring her is downright rude!'

The National Master lifted his eyelids, his gaze falling on that disciple, who instantly felt a chill from bottom to top, almost freezing him into ice!

This person, how terrifying!

That disciple's eyes showed panic, his legs went weak, and he collapsed back onto his seat.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but marvel at the National Master's deterrent power—truly terrifying, even the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect's disciples couldn't withstand it!

Did I ask her to dance?

One sentence left the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect's disciple speechless.

Ling Qingwu seethed with hatred, her gaze suddenly shooting toward Ye Qingran as she coldly said: 'Miss Ye, you are beautiful enough to topple a kingdom; just now the National Master was attracted to you, not even sparing a glance at my dance—why don't you perform a segment for him to admire? It will surely be shocking!'

Upon saying that, Mu Qingrou and others chimed in agreement.

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you; though I'm good-looking, I can't dance!" Ye Qingran said with a laugh.

Everyone: "..." Always finding a chance to praise themselves!

"No problem, you just need to stand before me, do nothing, and you'll already surpass the most beautiful dance in the world!" the National Master's voice came.

Low, magnetic, extremely sensual.

Those words drew who knows how many gasps!

Especially Xia Zhimeng, who opened her mouth wide, her heart pounding from excitement, almost leaping out of her throat!

Too adorable!

"My goodness, this is too sweet! I can't take it!" She covered her chest, the corners of her mouth unable to stop from practically flying up!

National Master, is this a confession to Ye Qingran?!!!!

The women present all shot envious, jealous, hateful glances at Ye Qingran.

Ye Qingran herself nearly spat out the tea she had just sipped!

In her mind, the line 'A meeting of golden wind and jade dew surpasses countless worldly pleasures' instantly surfaced!

What the heck?

She stared at the National Master, hardly believing those words had just come from his mouth!

This guy, how is he getting more flirtatious?

Fu San stood beside them laughing like an idiot, inwardly giving a thumbs-up to Your Majesty, thinking Your Majesty is getting better and better at flirting, and that Miss Ye will surely comply soon!

Ling Qingwu, however, was furious. She had originally wanted to embarrass Ye Qingran, but the National Master not only defused the situation with a single sentence, he even publicly confessed to her!

She angrily sat back down in her seat!

Feeling the National Master's scorching gaze, Ye Qingran looked away, not daring to meet his eyes, she touched her nose, glanced at the crowd's reactions, and inexplicably felt a bit shy.

Dongfang Qingxuan watched their interaction, his hand under the table clenching and making a cracking sound.

He had been wondering why Ye Qingran had been distancing herself from him lately; turns out she's been involved with the National Master! What a fickle woman—six years ago she fooled around with a wild man, and now six years later she's being ambiguous with the National Master! Such a lowly person, and he still wanted to take her as a concubine?!

Mu Qingrou is one of the National Master's admirers and also an enemy of Ye Qingran; the National Master's confession to her is the last thing she wants to see. For a moment, her jealousy almost made her grind her silver teeth!

"My lord has prepared a spiritual weapon to liven up tonight's banquet." Fu San said, and a black-clad person stepped forward holding a treasure sword with both hands. Fu San pointed at the sword and said: 'Whoever can pull out this sword shall own it.'

Upon hearing this, everyone showed surprise, their gazes turning to the black-clad person's treasure sword. It was three feet long, its scabbard dark gray, carved with ancient simple patterns, the hilt guarded by two ferocious tiger heads, and the grip engraved with intricate inscriptions.

The sword was surrounded by a white mist, full of mystery!

Even those who couldn't tell a good sword from a bad could see at a glance that this was a peerless blade—especially since it was in the hands of Ling Qingwu, a genius disciple of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect!

"This is an Imperial-level Sword!" Ling Qingwu exclaimed softly, shock flashing in her eyes.

An Imperial-level Sword corresponds to a Xuan Huang-level cultivator, nearly the highest rank among cultivators. Although this sword only unleashes its full power in the hands of a Xuan Huang master, any cultivator of lower rank who possesses it would definitely greatly boost their combat strength—especially for disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, it is an incredibly rare peerless treasure!

"Whoever can pull out this treasure sword owns it—is that true?" Ling Qingwu stood and asked loudly.

Fu San curled his lip, 'Of course, it's just a mere Imperial-level Sword; my lord wouldn't go back on his word and get fat!'

What?

This is an Imperial-level Sword?!

Most people were stunned!

They had only thought the treasure sword was impressive, never expecting it to be an Imperial-level Sword!

"An Imperial-level Sword is just a trifle? Goodness, the National Master is unfathomably deep!"

Someone exclaimed, feeling ever more that the National Master is unfathomable!

"If that's the case, then I'll give it a try!" Ling Qingwu's eyes burned hot. If she could obtain this Imperial-level Sword, her status in the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect would surely rise several ranks, even break into the top three!

Ye Huanhuan gazed at the treasure sword, her eyes blazing with fervor. As a disciple of the Qingyun Sword Immortal, she knew well how important a sword is to a sect's disciple. If this sword belonged to her, she would surely leap like a carp over the dragon gate, instantly transforming from an obscure disciple into a figure like Ling Qingwu!

However, she could only suppress her longing, for she knew that as long as Ling Qingwu was around, it wouldn't be her turn!

Ling Qingwu walked up to the treasure sword, her eyes flashing with determined resolve!

Today, she, Ling Qingwu, will surely secure this Imperial-level Sword for herself!

Seeing this, Xia Zhimeng couldn't help but frown, sending a mental message to Ye Qingran: 'Sister Ran, what is the National Master thinking, preparing a gift that happens to be a treasure sword—isn't this tailor-made for Ling Qingwu?'

Ye Qingran, however, didn't think so. That man is very shrewd; how could he easily let the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect's people take this sword?

"Don't worry, she won't be able to take it!"

Having received Ye Qingran's affirmative reply, Xia Zhimeng let out a sigh of relief.

Ling Qingwu's aura dimmed, and a fierce sword intent erupted from her, turning into a howling wind that swept in all directions; the wind that brushed their faces felt like knives, cutting them painfully!

Seeing this, the crowd's previously eager mood turned to despair. How could they forget that in the vast Central Region there are simply no other sect forces whose swordplay can match that of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect; Ling Qingwu, as a top talent of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, this sword is surely already in her possession!

The other few disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect thought the same. Their expressions were relaxed, clearly convinced that Ling Qingwu could seize the Imperial-level Sword!

Under everyone's gaze, Ling Qingwu slowly extended her hand; a storm swirled around it, emitting a sound that tore through the air. She pressed her five fingers together, grasped the sword hilt, and with a force…