Chapter 774: Ruinous King's Sword

Unlike the other swords in the Sword Tomb, this sword hovers in the void, appearing plain and unremarkable, yet the aura it exudes tells of its extraordinary nature.

"Ruinous King's Sword!"

Someone quickly recognized the sword.

Everyone's eyes reflected the sword, their expressions trembling with excitement.

One must know that swords from the Sword Tomb are rarely seen, let alone the King of Ten Thousand Swords, the Ruinous King's Sword?

Rumor has it that the first sword in the Sword Tomb was this Ruinous King's Sword; over the years, even a Peerless Heaven's Pride that suppressed an era never managed to draw it out.

There's a saying that the Defeated Seizes the World!

The phrase is widely popular, yet no one has verified it.

While the crowd was still in shock, a figure leapt up and made a move on the Ruinous King's Sword!

"Feng Xianyin!"

"What? She is the Feng Clan's prodigy Feng Xianyin who got pregnant before marriage?"

Even Ye Qingran and the others never expected that the first to act on the Ruinous King's Sword would be Feng Xianyin!

Only Feng Xiaohuo frowned, clenched her fist, and whispered, "Mother, you must push on! Xiaohuo believes you can do it!"

Hearing Feng Xiaohuo say that, Ye Qingran suddenly recalled what Feng Xianyin had just said.

Does she have a wish she wants to fulfill?

Feng Xianyin's sudden appearance sparked a heated discussion.

Though they didn't understand why she was so urgent, everyone could see Feng Xianyin's abilities.

One could say that, at present, no one in the Feng Clan has talent surpassing Feng Xianyin's!

However, this woman is too rebellious, breaking conventions, and became pregnant before marriage at sixteen, so many in the Feng Clan refuse to mention her, even consider her a disgrace.

Feng Xianyin stood before the Ruinous King's Sword, and her entire expression changed.

No longer the enchanting, seductive fairy; she looked solemn, a completely different person.

Feng Xianyin began to try drawing the sword. The moment she grasped the hilt of the Ruinous King's Sword, the whole Sword Tomb trembled.

The sword-drawing process lasted a long time, so long that Feng Xiaohuo even shed tears.

"Xiaohuo, why are you crying?" Xiao Hu asked concernedly.

Xiao Chen frowned, seeming a bit unsettled.

Feng Xiaohuo, usually so upbeat and optimistic, now covered her mouth and cried silently, trying not to look too sad.

"Because I know Mother can't pull out that sword..."

Feng Xiaohuo cried heartbroken.

"But Mother has been waiting for this day for a long time; she wants to draw the sword and fulfill a wish!"

Feng Xiaohuo's sobs drew sympathetic gazes from those around.

Ye Qingran crouched, brushed Feng Xiaohuo's face, and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Xiaohuo, your mother hasn't given up; how does she know she can't pull it out?"

"Because Mother said that things in this world aren't always obtained by strength; some depend on fate. What is destined will come, what isn't, shouldn't be forced."

Ye Qingran understood.

Even though Feng Xianyin knew, she still couldn't get past her own hurdle.

Even if destined to fail utterly, she must gamble.

Within the Sword Tomb, Feng Xianyin persisted for a long time, finally spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Ah!" Feng Xianyin collapsed onto the ground, letting out a desperate howl.

At that moment, a pristine handkerchief appeared before her; she followed it with her eyes and saw Ye Qingran's faint smile.

In that instant, her mood inexplicably calmed.

"Thank you," Feng Xianyin said, taking the handkerchief and wiping the blood from her mouth corner.

"It's been seven years. I've waited for him seven years! He promised to return for me. But he never did."

A wry smile flickered on Feng Xianyin's face.

"I just want to know where he is now, I want to ask him why he broke his promise!"

"Then have you considered that he might have his own unspeakable secrets?"

Feng Xianyin's eyes flickered. Of course she had thought of it, but she couldn't convince herself.

"Some matters are better asked face‑to‑face, don't you think?"

"You're right, but he's not a mysterious being; where could we find him?"

Ye Qingran pointed at the Ruinous King's Sword before her and said, "Perhaps we could try together."

Together?

Feng Xianyin stared, somewhat surprised.

"There's no rule against doing it together, right?"

Feng Xianyin slowly shook her head, "That's not the case."

The Ruinous King's Sword, entirely jet‑black, appears plain but radiates a terrifying aura.

Ye Qingran also didn't know whether she could draw the Ruinous King's Sword.

Yet at this moment she just wanted to try, to help Feng Xianyin.

Perhaps they were merely passing acquaintances, lacking deep friendship, maybe not even friends.

Interestingly, they share similar experiences that resonate on certain levels.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I only recently found out who the child's father is."

Feng Xianyin's eyes widened, "Are you serious?"

"What are you trying to deceive me for? You might not even believe it when I say it, but I only found my child about a year ago." Ye Qingran pursed her lips, a sour feeling rising in her heart, "I was absent for the past few years of theirs."

Feng Xianyin bit her lip and suddenly felt that she wasn't that miserable either.

At least the two children were raised by her own hands.

"Alright then. Let's try together!"

Feng Xianyin stood up, and the two of them, one in front and one behind, grasped the sword hilt and began to try drawing the sword.

Outside the Sword Tomb, everyone was stunned.

In all these years, no one had ever heard of anyone practicing hand‑drawing swords.

"Is this really feasible?"

"Let's see first before saying…"

The instant she grasped the hilt, unfamiliar yet familiar scenes flashed before Ye Qingran's eyes.

A strange world, yet with familiar faces.

"Fu Hanxiu?"

Ye Qingran was shocked in her heart.

Those scenes were truly real, yet they were never present in her memories.

For a moment, an ominous premonition surged in her mind.

At this moment, outside the Sword Tomb, several people clad in black cloaks were watching Ye Qingran's situation from the shadows.

The one at the head, astonishingly, was the Saintess of the Boundless Hall, Luo Qingcheng!

"Holy Maiden, are we just leaving it to Ye Qingran? What if she actually draws the sword?"

From beneath the cloak came Luo Qingcheng's snicker, "Just because her? Does she really think the Ruinous King's Sword is that easy to draw?"