"Alright, today's meeting had nothing particularly important." Old Ancestor Qingshan sat at the head of the hall, his majesty restored as he said, "I merely wished to inform you all that this ancestor was guided by an expert and obtained a precious blade. My combat strength has soared, and fighting Xuanwu is no longer a problem."
His words brimmed with Old Ancestor Qingshan's spring-breeze pride, sweeping away the Qingshan Sect's air of decline.
"Heaven blesses the Qingshan Sect!"
Everyone cried out.
"So, you may all rest easy!" Old Ancestor Qingshan's booming voice rang throughout the hall. "Does anyone have anything else to discuss? If not, then disperse!"
Those seated below looked at one another, each seeing the same desire in the others' eyes.
At last, the Great Elder stepped forward and respectfully said, "Old Ancestor, could you let us behold this precious blade?"
With his words, countless hopeful gazes focused upon him.
"Fine."
Old Ancestor Qingshan nodded. Though somewhat reluctant, he could not very well refuse when so many people wished to see it.
"Then open your eyes wide and watch carefully."
As soon as he spoke, the hall fell silent.
Everyone held their breath and widened their eyes.
Whoosh!
A flash of light appeared.
In merely an instant, Old Ancestor Qingshan had put the blade away. Wearing a smug, self-satisfied smile, he leisurely said, "Well? You've seen it now, haven't you?"
"Old Ancestor..."
The people below wore aggrieved expressions.
With Old Ancestor Qingshan's hand speed, they had seen nothing but a streak of light.
"Enough. Third Elder, you two stay behind. Everyone else, disperse!" Old Ancestor Qingshan said impatiently.
The crowd left unwillingly, leaving behind only the Third Elder and Yu Wujie.
"May I ask what important matter Old Ancestor has for the two of us?" the Third Elder asked respectfully, secretly hoping that Old Ancestor might compensate him somehow.
"I destroyed your residence and injured your disciple, so this ancestor does feel somewhat apologetic. The sect has nothing much to compensate you with, so I'll make an exception and let you two look at this blade one more time!" Old Ancestor Qingshan said generously.
The Third Elder's face darkened.
Still, being allowed another look at that precious blade could at least count as compensation.
Old Ancestor Qingshan took out the blade again. It only remained out for a brief moment, but at least the two of them saw its true appearance.
Neither of them had imagined that the treasure Old Ancestor Qingshan cherished so dearly was actually a kitchen knife.
Yes, a kitchen knife.
However, they could also truly sense the kitchen knife's formidable nature. Its sharp aura and dense Martial Intent fully proved that it was an unrivaled Divine Blade!
Yu Wujie began scheming and used a recording jade slip to record the image of the blade.
Old Ancestor Qingshan merely glanced at him once and said nothing.
After leaving the Qingshan Hall, Yu Wujie headed toward the outer sect. Along the way, quite a few people pointed and whispered about him in secret. Yet due to his status, ordinary disciples did not dare be too blatant.
Even so, his expression was dark enough.
"Brother Wujie, I heard you were injured. How are you?"
At last, a graceful figure in a long dress walked toward Yu Wujie, her voice filled with concern.
She was Peng Ying. Ever since officially joining the Qingshan Sect, both her clothing and temperament had undergone a qualitative transformation, making her even more lovely.
My judgment really was right. With looks like these, she could probably rank among the top ten beauties in the Qingshan Sect.
A lecherous gleam flashed across Yu Wujie's pale face. If Peng Ying had not possessed such a fine foundation, then as an elder's Personal Disciple, he would never have taken interest in a mortal who had not even been worthy of entering the Qingshan Sect.
Once he approached Peng Ying, the lecherous look vanished from his face. He gently said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
"Your face is so pale, yet you still say you're fine." Peng Ying was full of concern as she softly asked, "By the way, what happened? How could you have been injured within the sect?"
Peng Ying's question seemed to stir up unpleasant memories in Yu Wujie.
There was humiliation mixed with fear.
At the moment that blade came down, he had truly thought he was going to die.
However, Yu Wujie quickly suppressed the fear on his face and casually said, "Old Ancestor obtained a precious blade. It was too powerful, and even he could not fully control it. In a mishap, he not only cleaved apart my master's residence, but also happened to strike at me..."
Peng Ying's expression changed upon hearing this.
Yu Wujie glanced at her and sighed. "Speaking of which, taking that blow cost me no small amount of effort. I practically exhausted all my trump cards, yet I was still injured."
As he spoke, he looked at Peng Ying with a face full of apology. "Ying'er, I'm sorry. It's all because I was useless. I got hurt and made you worry."
"How could that be?" Peng Ying nervously gripped Yu Wujie's hand and hurriedly comforted him. "Being able to take one strike from Old Ancestor is practically a miracle! I'm afraid none of the other disciples could do it, right?"
"What use is that? I was still injured." Yu Wujie shook his head sadly.
"You really are strong. You're amazing," Peng Ying quickly said.
Yu Wujie turned his gaze toward her and asked, "Really?"
"Really. In my heart, you're the best," Peng Ying said solemnly.
"Ying'er, you're so kind." Yu Wujie spoke gently, his hand moving slightly as Peng Ying naturally fell into his embrace. Feeling the softness in his arms, the corners of Yu Wujie's lips unknowingly curled upward.
After a bout of intimacy, Peng Ying curiously asked, "By the way, Brother Wujie, what kind of blade was Old Ancestor's blade? How could even he fail to control it properly?"
Yu Wujie narrowed his eyes. This time, there was not the slightest pretense on his face as he solemnly said, "This blade truly is terrifying."
"Oh?"
Peng Ying raised her brows.
"You'll know once you see it."
Yu Wujie waved his hand, and a jade slip appeared in his palm. As a faint glow radiated from it, an image unfolded before Peng Ying's eyes.
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