Snowflakes Fluttering Down – Lin Jingyu's Despair!

"Why is my Dragon Slaying Sword in your hands!?"

Lin Jingyu said, gritting his teeth.

His crimson eyes were locked onto Wang Quan Yan, staring at him with a mix of reluctance and seething resentment.

At this moment.

Looking at Wang Quan Yan was as if he were staring at his most hated enemy!

If the Dragon Slaying Sword was his beloved wife, then Wang Quan Yan, who had snatched it away, was surely his mortal foe!

At this very moment.

Upon hearing Lin Jingyu's words, the many Qingyun Sect disciples around them turned their gazes toward Wang Quan Yan, and to their shock, they discovered a jade-green divine sword indeed tucked into his waist.

"The Dragon Slaying Sword?"

"I recall that Uncle Master Cangsong passed the Dragon Slaying Sword to Junior Brother Lin Jingyu, didn't he? How could it suddenly appear on Junior Brother Wang Quan?"

"Indeed, indeed."

"This is rather strange..."

The many Qingyun disciples wore expressions of bewilderment.

A Nine Heavens Divine Weapon was a true foundational artifact regardless of where it was kept, the sort of item that would be guarded with the utmost care.

Yet, The Dragon Slaying Sword had appeared in Wang Quan Yan's hands. What was going on?

Wang Quan Yan was merely a disciple of Grand Bamboo Peak.

By what right did he possess the Dragon Slaying Sword, a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon of Dragon Head Peak?

This question echoed in the hearts of all the Qingyun disciples.

Meanwhile.

The group of Dragon Head Peak disciples outside the arena was on the verge of an uproar.

The Dragon Slaying Sword was their Dragon Head Peak's divine artifact!

How could it be held in the hands of Wang Quan Yan, a disciple of Grand Bamboo Peak?

By what right!

"Wang Quan Yan! Whatever sorcery you used, return our Junior Brother Lin's Dragon Slaying Sword at once!"

"That's right! Give it back!"

"Give it back!"

The many Dragon Head Peak disciples shouted in succession.

At the very front.

Qi Hao narrowed his eyes slightly.

He did not know how Wang Quan Yan had obtained the Dragon Slaying Sword, but judging by the current situation, Wang Quan Yan was clearly the one at a disadvantage.

He did not get along with Wang Quan Yan.

For now, he only needed to wait for the outcome.

Of course...

If necessary, He could step forward and use his status as the "Senior Brother of Dragon Head Peak" to help Wang Quan Yan resolve this crisis, and then...

Wang Quan Yan would never be able to hold his head up in front of him again!

Qi Hao thought wantonly to himself.

One could only say...

He was thinking a bit too much.

On the high platform.

The various Peak Masters watched the farce below.

They could not help but frown, one after another.

Tian Buyi cast a glance at Daoist Cangsong beside him.

In truth, he did not understand what this fellow was thinking. Could he really be planning to gift the Dragon Slaying Sword to his own Xiao Yan...

That was a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, after all!

How many Nine Heavens Divine Weapons could there possibly be across the seven peaks of Qingyun?

Was Cangsong really just giving it away so generously?

Tian Buyi found it hard to believe.

But, The facts were right before his eyes.

Cangsong truly had no intention of taking it back.

He sat there silently with his eyes closed, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

What, exactly, was he thinking?

Tian Buyi frowned.

He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided against asking in this setting.

At this moment.

True Person Dao Xuan sat there leisurely.

He watched the farce unfolding below without paying it much mind; it was normal for young people to have some friction, but...

The conflict between Wang Quan Yan and Dragon Head Peak?

It would likely require some careful handling.

True Person Dao Xuan thought to himself.

He understood Wang Quan Yan quite well.

He knew these grudges and grievances would not escalate further on his end; the only thing that needed worrying about was Dragon Head Peak...

With that thought in mind.

True Person Dao Xuan cast a glance at Cangsong.

It seemed he would need to find time to have a proper talk with Cangsong.

At this moment.

On the arena.

Wang Quan Yan stood calmly in place.

His green Daoist robes fluttered, his figure stood tall and straight, and his black hair draped over his shoulders. He held the Sovereign Sword in his arms, his eyes looking indifferently at Lin Jingyu before him.

Facing Lin Jingyu's challenge?

And the many disciples of Dragon Head Peak beneath the arena.

Wang Quan Yan's expression did not change in the slightest.

Return the Dragon Slaying Sword?

Heh—

What he picked up was naturally his.

Where was the logic in returning it?

Besides.

The Dragon Slaying Sword had already acknowledged him as its master of its own accord.

Even if he returned it, no one else could use it...

Furthermore.

As the successor of Wan Jianyi and the inheritor of the Ghost Slaying God True Art, was he, Wang Quan Yan, not the best wielder for the Dragon Slaying Sword!?

No matter how one looked at it.

He, Wang Quan Yan, was far more suited to be the master of the Dragon Slaying Sword than Lin Jingyu!

"Return it to you?"

Wang Quan Yan laughed.

He casually tucked the Sovereign Sword at his waist, then picked up the Dragon Slaying Sword from the other side, saying:

"Sure."

"The sword is right here. As long as you can take it yourself, I will return it to you..."

As these words were spoken.

The surrounding Qingyun disciples were all stunned.

Especially the group from Dragon Head Peak.

They looked at Wang Quan Yan in astonishment, not expecting that he would actually intend to return it? This was a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, after all!!

Qi Hao's eyes narrowed slightly.

He did not quite understand Wang Quan Yan's maneuver.

At this moment.

Lin Jingyu's expression brightened with joy.

He couldn't care less about whatever petty schemes Wang Quan Yan might have; all he wanted right now was to take back his Dragon Slaying Sword!

With that thought in mind.

Lin Jingyu did not hesitate.

He strode directly forward, then grabbed the Dragon Slaying Sword, intending to draw it from its scabbard.

However.

Lin Jingyu exerted sixty percent of his strength.

The Dragon Slaying Sword remained motionless, showing no intention of leaving its sheath.

"Hm?!"

Lin Jingyu was stunned.

This time, he exerted his full strength and even attempted to communicate with the Dragon Slaying Sword as he had done in the past, but...

The Dragon Slaying Sword still had no intention of being drawn.

Not only did it refuse to leave the sheath.

The spirit of the divine weapon even conveyed a message to him, the gist of which was: "Get lost! Don't come looking for me anymore! I'm afraid my new master might misunderstand..."

At this moment.

Lin Jingyu froze.

He stared blankly at the Dragon Slaying Sword before him, one hand still gripping the hilt, feeling as if the sky had collapsed upon him...

"Swish!"

Just then.

The Dragon Slaying Sword spontaneously erupted with a surge of sword intent, directly shaking off his filthy hand.

It was as if it were saying—

Don't touch me! I'm afraid my new master might misunderstand!

"Thump, thump, thump~"

Lin Jingyu retreated several steps in despair.

He then collapsed to his knees with a 'thud,' looking at the Dragon Slaying Sword with a face full of hopelessness:

"No!"

Snowflakes drifted, and the north wind howled~

Lin Jingyu looked so miserable, like one who had been abandoned, feeling as though his entire world was on the verge of collapse...

Seeing this scene.

The many surrounding Qingyun disciples exchanged bewildered glances.

What had happened to Lin Jingyu?

They did not understand what was going on; they only saw that Lin Jingyu seemed unable to even draw the Dragon Slaying Sword?!

What on earth was happening?

Someone from Dragon Head Peak questioned, "Could he be using some sort of sorcery? Otherwise, how could Junior Brother Lin be unable to draw his own sword!?"

As soon as these words were spoken.

The other Dragon Head Peak disciples nearby immediately agreed.