The Stingy Old Ancestor Qingshan

"Alright, there's nothing particularly significant to discuss in today's meeting," Old Ancestor Qingshan said, resuming his dignified demeanor from his seat at the head of the table. "I just wanted to inform you all that I've received assistance from a powerful individual and obtained a Treasure Saber. My combat power has surged, and a battle with Xuanwu is no longer an issue."

His words conveyed his immense satisfaction and also swept away the dejected atmosphere of the Qingshan Sect.

"Heaven bless our Qingshan Sect!"

The crowd cheered.

"So, you can all rest easy!" Old Ancestor Qingshan's booming voice echoed throughout the hall. "Does anyone else have any matters to discuss? If not, we can adjourn!"

The disciples below looked at each other, seeing the same wish reflected in each other's eyes.

Finally, the Great Elder stepped forward and said respectfully, "Old Ancestor, could you allow us to witness this Treasure Saber?"

Following his words, hopeful gazes converged on Old Ancestor Qingshan.

"Fine!"

Old Ancestor Qingshan nodded. Although he was somewhat reluctant, it was difficult to refuse when so many people wanted to see it.

"Then, open your eyes wide and watch carefully."

As he spoke, the hall fell silent.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes wide.

"Swish!"

A flash of light appeared.

In an instant, Old Ancestor Qingshan put the saber away, a smug smile on his face. He said leisurely, "Well, did you see it?"

"Old Ancestor..."

The faces of the disciples below were contorted with frustration.

With Old Ancestor Qingshan's speed, they hadn't seen anything but a streak of light.

"Alright, Third Elder, you two stay. The rest of you can leave!" Old Ancestor Qingshan said impatiently.

The disciples left unwillingly, leaving only the Third Elder with Wu Jie.

"May I ask what important matter you have for us, Old Ancestor?" the Third Elder asked respectfully, secretly hoping the Old Ancestor might offer some compensation.

"I apologize for destroying your palace and injuring your disciple. The sect has nothing else to compensate you with, so I'll make an exception and let you two have another look at this saber!" Old Ancestor Qingshan said magnanimously.

The Third Elder's face fell.

However, being able to look at the Treasure Saber again was still some form of compensation.

Old Ancestor Qingshan took out the saber again, but only for a moment. Nevertheless, it allowed the two to see the saber's true appearance.

Neither of them could have imagined that what Old Ancestor Qingshan considered a treasure was actually a cleaver.

Yes, a cleaver.

However, they could genuinely feel the formidable power of this cleaver. Its sharp aura and dense Martial Intent were clear indicators that this was an unparalleled divine saber!

Wu Jie's mind began to scheme. He took out a Jade Slip and began to record an image of the saber.

Old Ancestor Qingshan merely glanced at him and said nothing.

After leaving the Qingshan Great Hall, Wu Jie headed towards the outer sect. Along the way, many people pointed and whispered behind his back, but due to his status, most disciples didn't dare to be too blatant.

Even so, it was enough to darken his expression.

"Brother Wu Jie, I heard you were injured. How are you?"

Finally, a graceful figure in a long dress approached Wu Jie, her voice filled with concern.

It was Peng Ying. Since officially joining the Qingshan Sect, her attire and demeanor had improved significantly, making her even more beautiful.

My judgment was indeed good. This beauty could even rank in the top ten of the Qingshan Sect.

A hint of lust flashed across Wu Jie's pale face. If Peng Ying hadn't had such a good foundation, he, as a direct disciple of an elder, wouldn't have even considered a Mortal who didn't deserve to be in the Qingshan Sect.

As he approached Peng Ying, the lust disappeared from his face, and he said gently, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"You look so pale, yet you say you're fine," Peng Ying said with concern, her voice soft. "By the way, what exactly happened? How did you get injured within the sect?"

Peng Ying's question seemed to stir up unpleasant memories for Wu Jie.

Humiliation, mixed with fear.

The moment that saber struck, he truly thought he was going to die.

However, Wu Jie quickly suppressed the fear on his face and said dismissively, "The Old Ancestor obtained a Treasure Saber. The saber was too powerful, even he couldn't fully control it. In an accident, it not only destroyed my Master's palace but also happened to strike me..."

Peng Ying's expression changed upon hearing this.

Wu Jie glanced at her and sighed, "Speaking of which, it took quite an effort to block that strike. I had to use almost all my trump cards, yet I still got injured."

He then looked at Peng Ying apologetically, "Ying'er, I'm sorry. It's all my fault for being useless and making you worry with my injuries."

"How could you say that?" Peng Ying anxiously clasped Wu Jie's hand and quickly comforted him, "You were able to block the Old Ancestor's strike. That's practically a miracle! I doubt any other disciple could have done it!"

"What's the point? I'm still injured," Wu Jie said, shaking his head sadly.

"You're really strong, really amazing," Peng Ying said earnestly.

Wu Jie's gaze shifted towards her, and he asked, "Really?"

"Really, you're the best in my heart," Peng Ying said solemnly.

"Ying'er, you're so kind," Wu Jie said gently. With a slight movement of his hand, Peng Ying was pulled into his embrace. Feeling the softness in his arms, Wu Jie's lips curved into a smile without him realizing it.

After some intimacy, Peng Ying asked curiously, "By the way, Brother Wu Jie, what kind of saber is that of the Old Ancestor? How could even he not control it well?"

Wu Jie narrowed his eyes, his expression devoid of any pretense this time. He said gravely, "That saber is indeed terrifying."

"Oh?"

Peng Ying raised an eyebrow.

"You'll know when you see it."

Wu Jie waved his palm, and a jade slip appeared in his hand. As the jade slip emitted a soft glow, a scene unfolded before Peng Ying's eyes.