The Ancient Sword That Repels Ghosts and Gods

"How dare you talk like that?!" Wang Xuan retorted, as if it were only normal to be shot dead and lying on the ground.

While applying medicine to the wound on his forehead, Chen Life Soil said, "I mean, you were too careless. Taking a bullet with your own body in this situation will inevitably lead people to all sorts of speculations."

Wang Xuan took all the bullets out of his pocket, placed them on the table, looked at Qing Mu, and said, "Old Qing, find me three bulletproof vests, and find the same gun to fire again."

"That works too, at least it makes sense." Qing Mu nodded, making sure Wang Xuan wasn't shot again. He returned with everything taken care of; there were gunshot marks on his bulletproof vest, and he was also holding a handful of bullets.

After Wang Xuan finished dressing, he said, "Tonight it rained heavily, so the Blood Water has long since disappeared. I also retrieved my own fingernails, so there won't be any trace left."

Old Chen said very seriously, "It's only a temporary explanation. Let's prepare various contingency plans."

He decided to travel to the capital within two days, having Qing Mu escort his "ill body" to the Relevant Department for recuperation, but in reality, he wanted to meet with some people in private to discuss cooperation.

"Wang Xiao" will stay by his side, avoiding contact with outsiders. As for Wang Xuan's true form, it is thus freed from the terrifying vortex and temporarily removed!

Clearly, Old Chen went to the Relevant Department to have an open and frank talk with certain people, hoping to find the relevant parties to provide support and deepen cooperation.

"Old Chen, you need to be careful. Don't get yourself into trouble." Wang Xuan felt heavy-hearted. He had been cleared of the situation, but Old Chen would probably no longer be able to travel freely.

Old Chen waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to say more; he knew what he was doing and the problem wasn't too serious.

"Whether you go to New Star or to the Greater Khingan Range to reunite with the Female Daoist practitioner, it's up to you."

Wang Xuan immediately corrected him. "Why would I go to the Greater Khingan Range? I'd rather go to a small Taoist Temple, light a lamp, and keep the Sword Immortal!"

Chen Life Soil thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to deep space. I'll arrange it for you later!"

He also told Wang Xuan that secrets can't be kept forever, and that he should become stronger as quickly as possible!

The rain subsided, Qing Mu personally led a patrol to inform everyone that everything was safe and sound. He emphasized that the police had already been notified, and there was no need for anyone to worry about safety.

Many people were speechless. Why call the police? We already saw you guys carrying energy cannons and shooting down mechs!

Wang Xuan appeared at the right time and followed Qing Mu around for a long time. Suddenly, someone came over in the rain to talk to him and see what his condition was.

Old Wu arrived and treated Wang Xuan with great hospitality, as the Wu Family desperately needed such a skilled practitioner of Old Arts. Old Chen was "dying," so he had his eye on Little Wang!

Wu Yin also appeared and saw that Wang Xuan's hand was still bleeding through the gauze. She quickly called over the old doctor who was with the Wu Family to help him re-bandage.

Wang Xuan sighed inwardly, and had no choice but to endure the pain. Before unwrapping the gauze, he shook open the wound again, revealing his ten bloody fingers.

That's fine too. His purpose in showing up this time was to reveal the nature of his injuries and, incidentally, let everyone see that he was wearing a bulletproof vest.

"Don't push!" Da Wu was annoyed. She asked someone to help Little Wang treat his wound, but a group of people crowded around, making it quite crowded.

Clearly, all parties involved are observing the young man's condition and whether he has mastered the Golden Body Art.

Wang Xuan endured the pain; the tips of his fingers were a bloody mess. When the old doctor treated the wound, onlookers could even see the finger bones inside.

"How's your gunshot wound? Get it treated quickly." Sure enough, someone brought up this question, wanting to ascertain the underlying issue.

"It's okay, I'm wearing... three layers of bulletproof vests!" Wang Xuan lifted his clothes to show them, and the outer layer of the bulletproof vest had clearly been shot.

Everyone was speechless. He actually wore three layers! This young man really cherishes his life!

"Disperse! Don't obstruct the doctor's work. What do you all mean by this?" Da Wu glanced at the crowd, deeply dissatisfied, and chased them away.

Finally, she told Little Wang to take a rest, and as she turned to the side, her curves undulated, her graceful figure in high heels gradually disappearing into the night.

On his way back to his residence, Wang Xuan saw Zhong Cheng being disciplined by his sister. When Zhong Cheng saw Wang Xuan, he winked and even smiled.

"What's wrong with him!" Wang Xuan thought to himself, too lazy to pay him any attention, and turned around to shove the back of his head at him. He'd been beaten to a pulp, and he still had the nerve to act all high and mighty with Ancestor Wang? Ancestor Wang decided that he'd give him a good beating when the time was right.

Early in the morning, everyone in the manor got up very early to find out if Comrade Old Chen had "passed away," but it turned out that Old Chen was still very "strong."

Everyone fell silent; they couldn't wait any longer! They all decided to leave today; they simply couldn't take it anymore.

Then people went to browse the news and check out reports related to last night.

Because they had received some information that not only was there a fierce battle taking place in the manor last night, but also that a spaceship had crashed in the more distant suburbs.

Those who came to the manor to "pay their respects" were representatives of various organizations, including many members of wealthy families. Naturally, they were extremely well-informed and received various secret reports early in the morning.

Many people realized that something big might have happened!

"Even after the city issued a thunderstorm warning, a spacecraft still took off and was unfortunately struck by lightning..."

"Breaking news from our station: According to the latest report from our reporters on the ground, a spacecraft of model F was traveling through a thunderstorm when it was struck by lightning and crashed on the outskirts of Ancheng. No survivors have been found so far."

Everyone was stunned. Old Chen was almost dead, yet he still had such a great influence in Ancheng? The group in the New Arts Domain were directly "accidentally killed," and their deaths were tragic.

Some people have already received a secret report that the people of Ancheng helped Qing Mu locate the spaceship last night. It's quite obvious that it was most likely destroyed by Qing Mu in a fierce attack.

Obviously, if a thorough investigation is to be conducted, requesting Relevant Department to review satellite surveillance footage should be able to uncover the truth.

"It's understandable. Chen Yongjie is about to die, and those people from the New Arts Domain still won't stop. They actually launched a night attack. If I were Qing Mu, I would also avenge my master and destroy that spaceship!"

Many people expressed their understanding and deep sympathy for Qing Mu, who was quite disgusted by the New Arts Domain, yet they were disturbed by the attack in the middle of the night.

Someone else stood at a distance and said calmly, "These people know what to do, but not why." This was a middle-aged man from a chaebol. He didn't participate but instead packed his bags to leave.

He has received the latest intelligence: the destroyed spaceship may contain the top figure in the New Arts Domain, who was killed by Qing Mu. This matter is definitely not trivial.

In the morning, many people were packing their bags to prepare for their return journey. Soon, some of them learned of the secret.

"What?! The number one figure in the New Arts Domain might be dead?!"

"Qing Mu is a ruthless man. With one energy cannon shot, he avenged his great grudge. I bet Old Chen has been waiting for this moment all along, and now he can finally rest in peace!"

Early in the morning, Wang Xuan was summoned to Chen Life Soil's ward, where Old Chen was using his Black Sword to whittle down the snow-white Broken Sword.

"This sword is extraordinary. When powered by Super Material, its sturdiness is not much weaker than my Black Sword. It can definitely cut through mechs without any problem." Old Chen exclaimed, "This is an unparalleled sword."

After the golden-haired elder consumed a large amount of Super Material, the sword was no longer as powerful as the Black Sword and was broken in two by Old Chen, who collected the materials.

"Last night you fought the Super Material Armor with your bare hands and almost died. If you had a sharp weapon with you, it wouldn't have been so difficult," Old Chen told Wang Xuan, adding that he planned to melt down the silver supernatural sword and forge it into a suitable weapon for him.

This material is extremely rare and possesses mysterious properties.

"When!"

He used his Black Sword to slash at it, intending to cut it into pieces and destroy its original appearance to prevent people from recognizing it as the sword of the number one figure in the New Arts Domain.

Wang Xuan was tempted. If he had had the immortal sword in his hand last night, he wouldn't have experienced the "24 seconds of death," and his fingernails wouldn't have been shaken off.

"Bite!"

Suddenly, the Black Sword made an abnormal sound as it cleaved the snow-white broken Broken Sword, and the blade trembled. This time, it failed to cut off the remaining section.

Old Chen's senses were incredibly sharp. He immediately put down the Black Sword, looked down at the increasingly shorter, snow-white Broken Sword, and noticed something amiss.

"There's another sword?!" Even Old Chen was shocked. He could understand that the golden-haired elder had pulled this extraordinary sword from a broadsword last night; it was intentional, an attempt to lure and kill him.

But what's going on now? A short sword is hidden inside the extraordinary weapon!

Qing Mu was also surprised and leaned closer to examine it carefully, saying, "It looks like... bronze."

Old Chen didn't say a word, but tried to pull it out with all his might. He found that it was cast inside and couldn't be pulled out at all. He had no choice but to start carefully shaving the snow-white Broken Sword again.

It took him a long time to finally peel off a short sword that was extremely old in style and less than a foot long.

It is very short, and can also be called a dagger. Excluding the hilt, the blade alone is less than the length of a palm. It is really too short, but it is heavy.

The blade and hilt are one piece, both appearing to be made of bronze, with intricate patterns that resemble those from the pre-Qin period.

Old Chen looked at it again and again, and said, "The snow-white longsword was dug out from that mysterious place. Obviously, even the number one figure in the New Arts Domain did not know that there was a short sword hidden inside it."

He examined it from all angles, saying, "Judging from the patterns and the shape of the sword, it definitely comes from Old Earth and belongs to the pre-Qin style. But it entered deep space early on and was buried in that mysterious place. There's something wrong with it."

Wang Xuan took it and tried to cut the pieces of the snow-white longsword with it, and surprisingly... it actually broke it!

"It's really strange. It looks like it's made of bronze, but it can cut through extraordinary weapons." Wang Xuan believes it must be made from some extremely rare material.

Old Chen took it and also felt that it couldn't be made of bronze. He carefully touched the Black Sword and the short sword together, and both swords simultaneously emitted a cold, sharp light, and neither was damaged.

"A fine sword, no less than my Black Sword. I wonder who used it; it must have been very famous back then." Old Chen was delighted with it and finally handed it to Wang Xuan, telling him to keep it safe, as it would be very useful in the future.

"It just lit up on its own." Qing Mu looked surprised.

Old Chen nodded and said, "Of course. Why do I say it's extraordinary? Like the Black Sword, it can make Repels Ghosts and Gods. Its mysterious attributes are unimaginable and need to be explored slowly."

"Repels Ghosts and Gods?" Wang Xuan asked, puzzled.

"Our Exploration Organization goes to very unusual places. Over the decades, I have experienced all sorts of storms and waves, but I have also encountered some inexplicable things. In the end, it was only with this Black Sword in my hand that I was able to save my life in some in the Deadly Peril. I have encountered inexplicable things and forces that dissipated upon touching the Black Sword and did not come near me."

Wang Xuan was delighted and stroked the Bronze Dagger with his hand, preparing to make a scabbard so that it could be easily carried, whether inserted into a boot or tied to his forearm.

Old Chen said, "Qing Mu, take the pieces of this snow-white longsword and melt them down to forge a weapon for your own use."

Wang Xuan walked out of Old Chen's ward. The sky outside was still overcast. Although it wasn't raining, lightning flashed across the sky from time to time.

He looked up at the sky and sighed softly. Today he would be parting ways with Old Chen and Qing Mu, and he didn't know when he would see them again.

Suddenly, he was stunned. What was that in the clouds? Specks of golden light were rippling, rising and falling, somewhat hazy, somewhat sacred!

He immediately turned and rushed into the ward, saying, "Old Qing, hurry and go to the window to take a look! What's that in the clouds?!"

Qing Mu was surprised, but he still walked over and looked up at the sky, only to see nothing but dark clouds and the occasional flash of lightning.

"Damn it, I can't be seeing things, it's still there!" Wang Xuan was certain he hadn't misread it.

Upon hearing this, Old Chen, lying in his hospital bed, jumped up and rushed to the French windows, staring at the sky. However, he was also puzzled; there was nothing there except for dark clouds and lightning.

Wang Xuan whispered, "I really saw it. It was a hazy golden light, peaceful and sacred, but it was too far away to see clearly!"

Thank you to Taishanzhidian for your support!