The Golden Roll Descends! Ten Thousand Years of Undying Longevity!

Qian Renxue lay on the ground, completely dumbfounded.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What just happened?

She hurriedly called out to the Angel Holy Sword through her divine sense, attempting to summon it back.

But this time, the Angel Holy Sword directly blocked her divine sense, ignoring her entirely.

It continued to circle Qian Ye, occasionally rubbing its hilt against the back of his hand, emitting bursts of joyful sword hums, doing its absolute best to curry favor.

Qian Renxue's mentality completely collapsed at this moment.

The Angel Godhood was inherited through this very holy sword.

Ever since she inherited the godhood, she had used her own divine power to nourish the sword daily and polished its blade; she had cared for it meticulously, even better than she cared for herself.

Yet even so, the Angel Holy Sword's response to her had only ever been a fleeting sense of closeness.

In her understanding, the Angel Holy Sword should be arrogant, sacred, and inviolable.

But now?

How did this incomparably cold and aloof divine artifact turn into a... sycophant?

Qian Renxue struggled to climb up from the ground, not bothering to tidy her disheveled clothes, her beautiful eyes fixed intently on Qian Ye.

She finally realized that the man before her was by no means as simple as he appeared.

Connecting his appearance, which was strikingly similar to the Angel Statue, with the abnormal behavior of the Angel Holy Sword, a bold guess surfaced in her heart.

An ancestor of the Qian family?

Thinking of this, Qian Renxue's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her breathing became rapid.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in her heart, and bowed respectfully toward Qian Ye.

"Junior Qian Renxue greets you, Senior."

"I implore you, Senior, to take action and help this junior gain complete control over the Angel Holy Sword!"

"This junior... is willing to take you as my master!"

Facing Qian Renxue's request for apprenticeship, Qian Ye's expression did not change in the slightest; he only shook his head faintly.

"I have nothing to teach you."

Qian Renxue was stunned upon hearing this.

She was rejected?

She, a dignified Angel God, had taken the initiative to seek apprenticeship, only to be rejected?

Qian Ye's gaze fell upon her, as if he could see through every thought in her heart.

"On the path of the sword, how could there be shortcuts?"

"If you wish to fully control it, you must comprehend it yourself; seeking help from others is useless."

Qian Renxue bit her soft lower lip, a surge of unwillingness rising in her heart.

Comprehend?

Easier said than done!

The war at Jialing Pass was imminent, and Tang San had already become a god; where would she find the time to slowly comprehend it!

She stepped forward, her long, slender legs wrapped in a golden dress tensing, outlining stunning curves.

"Senior!"

"This junior knows there are no shortcuts in the sword path, but Martial Soul Hall is currently in imminent danger; this junior truly has no time left!"

Qian Ye looked at her anxious appearance, and a ripple finally appeared in his eyes; he sighed softly.

"Foolish child, why go to such lengths."

Qian Renxue heard the softening in his tone and felt a surge of joy, quickly saying:

"Senior, you do not know!"

"The ancestral teachings of the Qian family state: The descendants of the Qian family shall use the sword in their hands to defend the peace of the world and protect the common people of the continent!"

"Now that Tang San has become a god, he intends to overturn the order of the continent and ignite boundless flames of war. As a descendant of the Qian family and the Young Mistress of Martial Soul Hall, this junior cannot shirk this responsibility!"

Her words were sonorous and powerful, ringing with conviction.

"This junior knows I do not have absolute certainty of defeating Tang San. Seeing you, Senior, is this junior's only chance!"

"I implore you, Senior, to lend me a helping hand!"

Qian Ye was stunned upon hearing this.

The ancestral teachings of the Qian family...

Defend the peace of the world, protect the common people of the continent...

Was this not the very sentence he had tossed out casually tens of thousands of years ago?

Back then, he too had possessed a measure of youthful fervor.

He had never expected that his descendants would treat it as an ancestral creed, passing it down through the generations to this very day.

Looking at this descendant who shared his bloodline, running about for the sake of that promise and even casting aside the dignity of a god to kowtow before him, the heart of Qian Ye finally softened.

Qian Renxue keenly captured the change in Qian Ye's expression and knew her opportunity had arrived.

Without the slightest hesitation, she immediately knelt on both knees and performed the grand rite of apprenticeship.

"Disciple Qian Renxue pays respects to Master!"

This time, she bowed extremely low, her forehead touching the ground, displaying her determination and sincerity to the fullest.

This posture made her already proud figure stand out even more.

The golden dress clung tightly to her body, tracing a breathtakingly perfect curve from her slender waist to her shapely hips.

Beneath the hem of her skirt, the contours of her legs—which could be called works of art—were clearly defined, filled with a beauty of both strength and suppleness that made it impossible to look away.

This time, Qian Ye did not refuse.

He raised his hand and grasped at the empty air.

"Hum."

With a soft chime, a sword appeared in his hand.

It was a broken sword.

The blade was covered in rust and riddled with notches, the tip snapped off cleanly; it looked like a piece of junk dug out of a scrap heap, utterly unremarkable, and one might even say somewhat ugly.

This sword was the life-bound blade that Qian Ye had forged after abandoning his Angel Godhood, using ordinary iron as a foundation to cultivate the path of the sword, eventually transforming it through his Martial Soul.

In pursuit of the Great Dao, Qian Ye had shattered his own life-bound sword ten thousand years ago.

Even so.

The might of this broken sword.

Surpassed that of a Super Divine Tool!

When Qian Renxue saw this sword, she was completely stunned.

What... is this thing?

This is it?

Senior, you, an elder of your stature, are bringing out this kind of thing?

She even doubted whether this sword would snap if used to chop firewood.

Qian Ye did not mind her expression and simply tossed the broken sword over to her.

"From this day forth, you shall use this sword."

The broken sword landed lightly in front of Qian Renxue, embedding itself into the ground without making a single sound.

Qian Ye looked at the broken sword, a trace of reminiscence appearing in his eyes.

Once, he had relied on this sword to traverse the world, comprehending the sword path and hacking through thorns and brambles.

When his sword path reached divinity, a single strike could slay gods!

It was only later that his Iron Sword Martial Soul shattered, and he came to the mortal world.

Divine objects conceal their brilliance; the Great Dao is simple.

Only when one's cultivation in the sword path reaches the pinnacle can one perceive what kind of terrifying sharpness is contained within this broken sword.

To the side, the Angel Holy Sword, which had been frolicking around Qian Ye, froze in place the moment the broken sword appeared.

Its golden light dimmed, and the blade trembled slightly, like a mouse encountering a cat, not daring to even draw a full breath.

Unfortunately, Qian Renxue's realm was too low; she could not perceive any of this.

In her eyes, this was nothing more than a piece of trash.

She even began to suspect: could this man before her truly be an ordinary person?

Perhaps he had just used some method to temporarily deceive the Angel Holy Sword?

Otherwise, why would he bring out such a piece of scrap metal?

Despite the endless complaints in her heart, she dared not show the slightest bit of it on the surface, respectfully pulling the broken sword from the ground and storing it in her Soul Tool.

"Thank you, Master, for the sword."

Qian Ye saw the doubt and disdain deep in her eyes, but he could not be bothered to explain.

Some things, she would have to realize for herself.