Sword Mound

In the Secret Realm filled with the Sword Qi, a bustling crowd gathered before the Sword Intent Passage.

Spurred on by Hua Xiaoyao and his sister, several cultivators also rushed in to try their luck.

They couldn't believe that even such young children could gain something from this, given that they had cultivated for so many years and were not as good as two three- or four-year-olds.

However, after a long time, there was still no movement inside.

Finally, with red eyes, they staggered out of the passage, their Storage Bag at their waists empty.

One of them pounded the stone wall in frustration. "Ai Ai can feel the sword's resonance, so why can't she resonate with it?"

The onlookers whispered among themselves, their discussions tinged with sighs, while many others, still clinging to a sliver of hope, lined up in long queues to give it a try.

Hua Qiang stood with his hands behind his back on the outer edge of the crowd, his dark robes fluttering in the Gale Force.

His gaze swept over the talismans flashing at the entrance of the passage, and he suddenly noticed a tattered Apricot Yellow Banner fluttering in the northwest corner, the faded characters "Sword Tomb" on the flag fluttering in the wind.

Looking towards the banners, three miles away, on a mound, a few ancient swords were stuck diagonally in the crimson sand, the red silk wrapped around their hilts long since turned to shreds, seemingly still bearing witness to their past glory.

"Master, that is the Sword Tomb, the place where the most exquisite swords are produced."

Sword Tomb Sword Qi crisscrossed above the Sword Tomb, seemingly retaining traces of ancient sword intent.

"I've heard that every year when this event begins, someone finds their destined sword here."

Peacock King looked at Hua Qiang with gleaming eyes.

"Daddy's here!"

Hua Sijun tugged at Hua Qiang's sleeve and shook it, her chubby little face full of anticipation.

"The little fox said there are glowing swords in the Sword Tomb that can even fly!"

The little girl's head swayed back and forth, the jeweled bells in her hair jingling, startling a few swirling, ethereal blue butterflies.

Hua Xiaoyao held his Blood Red Sword with both arms, still looking cool, but his eyes were looking at Hua Qiang with a hint of expectation.

Hua Qiang rubbed his chin. To be honest, he didn't really care what kind of swords were in the Sword Tomb.

After all, he had an Immortal Grade sword in his space, and what he cared about most was the Overlord Emperor's signature sword technique— the Life and Death Sword.

The sword had previously displayed its might, cleaving the Immortal Emperor's Clone with a single strike, making the wielder extremely envious.

Apart from this, nothing else really interests him.

Seeing that Hua Qiang didn't move, Hua Sijun's eyes darted around twice, and then she said, "Daddy, you are my hero!"

Dad, you should show off your amazing skills! Those swords would all bow down and submit, then rush towards you with a clatter!

Daddy, hurry up! The most precious sword inside is waiting for you to pick it!

Looking at his daughter's quirky and clever appearance, Hua Qiang couldn't help but chuckle and gently flick her little nose.

Little brat, you actually tried to fool me.

Since my daughter has spoken up, how could I let her down?

Then I'll just go and experience it myself.

"Damn it!"

Hua Qiang raised his eyebrows, and crimson Spiritual Qi rose around him.

"I'll show you what a true sword prodigy is in a day!"

When he lifted his foot, the blue bricks on the ground trembled slightly, startling the surrounding cultivators who all turned to look.

The moment Hua Qiang stepped into the Sword Tomb, he felt a chilling sword intent rushing towards him.

The ancient swords on the mounds, some rusty and others still sharp, all exude a suppressed aura.

The outermost bronze swords remained motionless as he approached, but as he moved further in, several fine iron swords suddenly hummed, their blades vibrating and sending sand and gravel flying.

Hua Sijun and her brother watched with bated breath, only to see the swords tremble a few times before returning to lifelessness.

Hua Qiang blushed, feeling a little embarrassed.

He boasted too much before, and now he's been proven wrong.

I quickened my pace and headed towards the top of the mound.

His palms burned as he channeled powerful sword intent into his fingertips, attempting to awaken the slumbering ancient sword.

When he reached out and touched the jade sword inlaid with Night-shining Pearl, the blade suddenly burst forth with a blinding white light.

Hua Sijun excitedly covered her mouth, while Hua Xiaoyao jumped up and cheered, "Awesome, Dad!"

The white light vanished in an instant, and the jade sword fell from the crevice with a clang, raising a cloud of dust.

Hua Qiang stood frozen in place, looking at his trembling hands, the gradually fading cries of his children echoing in his ears.

A few snickers came from afar, and some busybody shouted, "Pretentious!"

Hua Qiang's face turned dark.

Is it possible that I don't have a talent for swordsmanship?

Thinking that he had always used knives, he couldn't help but comfort himself.

Perhaps I was born to be a swordsman.

Just as he turned to leave, Hua Xiaoyao suddenly grabbed his sleeve. "Father, this sword is glowing!"

Following his son's finger, he saw a sword deep within the mound, half of its blade buried in the soil, the exposed part gleaming with a strange, eerie blue light.

Hua Qiang was overjoyed and slowly stepped forward.

The instant his fingertips touched the hilt of the sword, the entire Sword Tomb suddenly trembled violently, and countless ancient swords simultaneously emitted clear, melodious sword cries, as if cheering for the king's awakening...

Hua Qiang grabbed the sword hilt, bent over in a horse stance, twisted his waist and lifted his hips, and then suddenly pulled it outward.

He stumbled and almost fell; there was no gravity below, and he had used too much force.

When he finally saw what the sword in his hand looked like, the onlookers burst into laughter.

[Haha, this is hilarious! After all that effort, all I managed to pull out was a broken sword.]

Judging from his focused and determined posture, one would think it was some extraordinary treasure, but what he ended up with was a broken and useless piece of junk.

What use is a broken sword? It's half-broken; taking it out is truly embarrassing!

[This gentleman shouldn't say that. As the saying goes, one man's taste is another's; perhaps this gentleman simply prefers this particular style!]

[Haha, bro, your taste is a bit unusual. Just imagine the scene, swaggering around carrying a broken sword... ugh, that's a bit of an eyesore.]

"Gentlemen, I have already conceived a scene: this gentleman is fighting someone, and the other person is wielding a large sword Longsword, all intact, and slashing at him."

Then this fellow took a deep breath, raised his voice, and then suddenly drew his sword.

The sword is a broken sword; what do you think his opponent will be like?

[Hahaha, I'll laugh my head off, then roll on the ground, then admit defeat.]

Hahaha, the moment these people uttered those words, everyone around burst into laughter.

This is absolutely ridiculous!

Hua Xiaoyao turned his head away, pretending to look at the scenery and other places.

Hua Sijun covered her eyes with her two small hands, unable to bear to see Hua Qiang's embarrassing situation.

They both felt embarrassed, mainly because Hua Qiang's move had been too flashy, especially the way he pulled it out...

He looks like a clown, making people laugh.

Hua Qiang ignored the ridicule and criticism from others. At this moment, he stared in shock at the half-broken sword in his hand.

It was only because a set of information appeared in his mind...