Moreover, the Treasure Vault was filled with Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. The fluctuations of spiritual power they emitted intertwined into an enormous spiritual power field, effectively masking Three Chi Seven's sword intent.
Only after the others had moved a considerable distance from the treasured sword did Cui Jiuyang seize his chance. With a thought, he silently drew the ornate sword out of the heap of riches.
The sword hugged the ground like a slippery fish, floating quietly to Cui Jiuyang's feet, where he discreetly gathered it into his sleeve.
The instant the sword entered Cui Jiuyang's sleeve, Three Chi Seven, which had been lying quietly all this time, sprang to life and pounced on it like Zhu Bajie catching sight of Gao Cuilan!
Cui Jiuyang kept his divine sense fixed on the inside of his sleeve, wanting to see just what Three Chi Seven intended to do.
To his surprise, after pouncing, Three Chi Seven actually twisted its blade and pulled the ornate sword's blade out of its scabbard.
It then discarded the extracted blade like a worn-out shoe, paid it no further attention, and slipped into the newly emptied scabbard itself!
Once inside, it seemed uncomfortable and backed out again. It flipped the scabbard over, slipped back in, and adjusted its position several times before finally settling down.
Holy shit. Impressive!
Cui Jiuyang was dumbfounded.
After all that, what Three Chi Seven had wanted was not the treasured sword, but its pretty scabbard!
The blade that rightfully belonged to the sword was left lying forlornly to one side.
Meanwhile, Three Chi Seven lay comfortably inside the ornate, jewel-studded scabbard, motionless, as though it had fallen asleep again.
Cui Jiuyang could only find an opportunity to toss the blade back into the Treasure Vault.
Throughout the subsequent inventory of