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Even though Xiang Yang had been prepared, he had never imagined that Que Xie had such a past. It could be called heaven-blessed from birth, emerging into the world as a Peerless Divine Weapon. Though it had suffered a calamity, it still possessed the qualifications and foundation to return to that rank.

It was not only Xiang Yang. Gu Nantian and the Guo sisters were all stunned, especially Gu Nantian. His eyes nearly glued themselves to the Que Xie Blade in Xiang Yang's hand. If such a divine weapon belonged to him, then...

A dog could never stop eating shit. Gu Nantian had enjoyed wealth and privilege since childhood, getting whatever he wanted, and thus bred many domineering notions. For instance, he had wanted to possess both Guo sisters. With Que Xie's origins, how could he not be tempted?

Right now, he had set his sights on Xiang Yang's Que Xie. One stream of foul thoughts after another surged from his heart as he plotted cruel and venomous schemes. Such a treasure ought to belong to him.

Should he return to the Lineage and ask the old ancestor to come out and kill Xiang Yang, seizing Que Xie? Or report this traitor to the Divine Constable Gate and let them handle him? Or use Guo Huiyu's relationship with this man to scheme against him?

Xiang Yang's spiritual cultivation had reached great accomplishment. Within his Upper Dantian, the ice seed resembled an ice crystal, reflecting the outside world. Coupled with the Great Esoteric Transmission Divine Sarira Sutra's wondrous ability to sense the cicada before the autumn wind stirred, he glimpsed wave after wave of vile and malicious thoughts in Gu Nantian's heart. He smiled faintly.

"Then I must thank Master Xun. Once the blade casket is finished, if you have any