Chapter 224: The Treasure Sword Unsheathed!

But that sword seemed as if it were rooted in its sheath, standing immovable!

Ling Qingwu's eyes flashed, and she gathered her spirit again…

After several attempts, she still failed!

Huh?

The onlookers showed surprised expressions.

Could Ling Qingwu not draw this Imperial-level Sword either?

She is a renowned prodigy of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, a stormy figure, with extraordinary talent—could someone like her be unable to take this sword?!

Those coveting this sword felt both delighted and frustrated. Delighted because Ling Qingwu couldn't take it, so they still had a chance. Frustrated because even this unparalleled genius couldn't draw it—could they succeed?

"Miss Ling, that's enough; this sword is probably not meant for you, and there are others waiting behind!" After Ling Qingwu tried several times, Fu San finally couldn't help but urge from behind!

Ling Qingwu's face darkened. Still, she had little ground to argue. She had indeed tried many times; persisting would make others call her greedy and unsightly.

She stared at the mysterious Imperial-level Sword with great resentment, feeling deeply frustrated.

Is this Imperial-level Sword truly fated not to be hers?

No— even if she can't take it, she must have someone from the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect take it!

"You all try it too! Make sure to bring this sword back to the sect!"

Three Xuan Yuan disciples nodded, went up one after another to try, but all returned empty‑handed.

All four Xuan Yuan disciples were completely defeated; the others who followed also tried and likewise came back empty‑handed.

Everyone began to doubt whether this sword could ever be drawn.

But the National Master soon answered that question with action.

He gestured through the void, and the sword slipped from its sheath; the pale silver blade whirled once in the void before returning to the sheath.

That sharp brilliance made everyone's hearts tremble.

"Sister Ye, why don't you go try?" Xia Zhimeng asked.

Ye Qingran actually wanted to go up. She coveted the Imperial-level Sword as well. Yet for some reason she felt there was a plot behind it.

The National Master might have dug a trap somewhere for her to step into!

She should still be cautious!

"Huanhuan, you try it too!" Ling Qingwu said to Ye Huanhuan.

"Me? Can I, senior sister? After all, none of you succeeded…

"Why not? Drawing a sword isn't about strength, but about resonance with the blade. Your pure heart may give you great hope!"

Ye Huanhuan's eyes lit up.

She has a great chance of drawing the sword?

Ling Qingwu looked at her, then softly said, "I quite like that sword. So you must give it your all!"

Ye Huanhuan, catching the meaning in Ling Qingwu's words, flashed a smile and said, "Since senior sister likes that sword, I'll work hard to bring it to honor you!" As long as she can curry favor with Ling Qingwu, Ye Huanhuan won't worry about soaring in the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect!

Ling Qingwu was very pleased with Ye Huanhuan's cleverness. That's one reason she dotes on her.

Ye Huanhuan, wearing a cloak, walked toward the sword.

Everyone watched her, each with a different expression.

All four Xuan Yuan disciples were wiped out; could the newly inducted Ye Huanhuan succeed?

Ye Huanhuan's heart raced at that moment.

The closer she stood before the sword, the stronger her intuition that today she would draw it!

When that moment comes, Ye Huanhuan will be the sword's master! The blade recognizes its owner; even Ling Qingwu's coveting would be futile! The sword will be hers! With the Imperial Sword Blessing, she'll surely rise in the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, becoming one of the top stormy figures!

Ye Huanhuan imagined a bright future, her gaze on the Imperial-level Sword growing ever hotter!

She took a deep breath, prepared herself, then reached out to grasp the hilt; at that moment she closed her eyes, recalling her master Qingyun Sword Immortal's teaching to communicate with the blade, to spark resonance, so that mind and sword could unite!

Fu San, watching Ye Huanhuan's obviously clumsy yet pretentious stance, curled his lip and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

At that moment, the previously silent Imperial-level Sword suddenly moved!

Buzz—

Emitting a series of humming sounds!

Seeing this, everyone stood up, their eyes filled with astonishment!

Could Ye Huanhuan be succeeding?

That thought flashed through everyone's mind!

The most excited among those present were Ye Yu and Zhao Ya.

Ye Yu stared wide‑open, unblinking, his face flushing red from excitement, his whole body unable to stop trembling!

This is an Imperial-level Sword; if the Ye family claims it, it will become a legend throughout Donglin Country! As Ye Huanhuan's father, he will surely be revered by ten thousand people!

Zhao Shi's eyes flashed with brilliance, brimming with pride. She knew her Huanhuan was the finest in the world! Even Ling Qingwu of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect couldn't achieve it, but her Huanhuan would right away!

"Madam Zhao, you truly gave birth to a fine child!"

"How on earth did you raise such an outstanding child?"

…

Those around them all cast envious looks toward Zhao Shi and Ye Yu.

If Ye Huanhuan draws the sword, her standing in the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect will only rise, especially within Donglin Country!

Zhao Shi felt delighted, her mouth unable to stop smiling, and she boasted, "Alas, there's nothing we can do; our Huanhuan has always been this outstanding, I just raised her casually…"

Dongfang Qingxuan also wore a look of astonishment. He hadn't expected Ye Huanhuan to possess such ability. Earlier he, like the others, had tried to draw the sword and failed. He knew the sword was hard to pull, yet Ye Huanhuan succeeded.

He regarded Ye Huanhuan with newfound respect.

Xia Zhimeng's heart leapt.

No way, no way, this sword won't be pulled out by Ye Huanhuan, will it?

This is the last thing she wants to see!

At this very moment, Ye Huanhuan, just like everyone else, felt that she was about to pull that sword out!

She felt the sword stirring, buzzing…

Isn't this exactly the prelude to the sword being drawn?

Ye Huanhuan's mouth corners couldn't help but turn up!

She said she would be the center of everyone's attention tonight!

What's the use of Ye Qingran winning the title of top beauty? Once she pulls out this Imperial-level Sword, her limelight will surpass Ye Qingran, even surpass Ling Qingwu, and she'll become the most dazzling star!

She could hardly wait for that moment to arrive!

Thinking of this, Ye Huanhuan couldn't help but feel excited; she couldn't wait to exert force, gripping the sword hilt and pulling hard outward—then the sword's buzzing reached its peak, trembling continuously in the void…

Sword, are you about to be drawn?

Everyone held their breath in anticipation!

Suddenly, a Source-less Wind blew out from the sword, a fierce gust rose, and before Ye Huanhuan could react, it blew her cloak away!