"Myriad Swords Return to Origin?!"
The moment the leading swordsmith heard Su Yuan's words, he—Ji Ming, the former young hall master of Chaotic Sword Hall—was seized with alarm.
Every Sword Cultivator knew just how terrifying the sword technique Myriad Swords Return to Origin was.
But a moment later, Ji Ming decided it couldn't be possible.
Su Yuan was only a high school graduate who had just broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm. He hadn't even attended a single day of university. What made him think he could learn Myriad Swords Return to Origin?
Thinking this, Ji Ming sneered.
"Are you trying to bluff me? I'm not going to let my guard d—"
Before Ji Ming could finish, a sudden change took place!
The Sword Embryo in his hand, the modified flying swords held by his subordinates behind him, and even the swords hidden above and below the sword workshop all began to tremble in unison!
Su Yuan pointed skyward, as if his gesture held some kind of magic. The flying swords trembled harder and harder.
The first to be summoned were the ownerless swords in the workshop.
They soared into the air like schools of fish, swarming toward Su Yuan.
Next came the modified flying swords in the hands of the Qi Cultivation Stage and Foundation Establishment Realm swordsmiths present.
Finally, even Ji Ming couldn't hold on to the Sword Embryo in his hand. It flew out of his grasp.
By then, every flying sword in the workshop circled around Su Yuan. In the darkness, they reflected streaks of dazzling, icy light, leaving the swordsmiths at a loss.
"You've misunderstood something from the very beginning."
"I'm not the one you've locked in the workshop. You're the ones who've been forced to stay in here with me."
Su Yuan calmly