Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Chapter 152: The Sword Rises from the Heart, the Sword Will Ling Qiuhong

Ye Qian'an asked curiously, "Where are you going to take me?"

"You will know when you go."

Yun Zhonghe grabbed Ye Qian'an and then disappeared out of thin air. After seeing this, the others could only leave in disappointment. It was a pity to waste that Mahayana magic weapon.

What a waste of resources.

I don’t know where this guy comes from. He doesn’t want the magic weapon, but instead asks for fine wine. I really don’t know what he is thinking.

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Under the guidance of Yun Zhonghe, Ye Qian'an came to a relatively luxurious mansion in the city, which was full of cultivators.

Among them, except Yun Zhonghe, the strongest has reached the peak of thunder tribulation and is only one step away from entering the realm of scattered immortals.

"City Lord, you are back."

The old man in servant's clothes walked over with a smile and fixed his gaze on Ye Qian'an. Although he didn't say anything, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

Yun Zhonghe said, "Well, let Rou'er pack up and come to the main hall later, and notify all the elders of the family to come to the main hall to attend the meeting."

"As ordered."

Ye Qian'an didn't know what the other party wanted to do, but in front of such a strong man, he still followed Yun Zhonghe to the family hall.

There were several chairs placed in the magnificent hall. Although they were not luxurious, they were much more impressive than those in ordinary families.

Yun Zhonghe sat on the chair, made a gesture of invitation with one hand, and said with a smile: "Daoyou, don't be nervous, just sit anywhere."

"Thank you, senior."

Ye Qian'an sat in a chair, wanting to take a drink to sober up, but he heard laughter coming from outside the hall.

"After so many years, I finally found a good candidate to use the magic sword. I must take a good look at him."

As the door of the hall was pushed open, several old men with extraordinary demeanor walked in. They were dressed in the same clothes, with gray hair and beards, and the aura on their bodies was between Thunder Tribulation and Mahayana.

Ye Qian'an considered himself a junior, so he stood up and clasped his fists towards them, saying, "Junior greets all the seniors."

"Hahaha, good boy, I heard that you defeated Shui Rou. You are really young and promising."

The bearded old man patted Ye Qian'an on the shoulder and said with a hearty smile: "I am Yun Shan, the great elder of the Yun family. These are Yun Sheng, Yun Lei, and Yun Tian."

"Junior Ye Qian'an."

Yunshan nodded, looked at Yun Zhonghe's position, and said seriously: "Brother, have you made up your mind?"

"After so many years, I finally came across an embryo like this. Even if it doesn't work, I have to give it a try."

Yun Zhonghe stood up and said with a somewhat indifferent tone.

The elders of the Yun family nodded one after another. They naturally knew this. To be able to defeat Yun Shuirou, this boy’s talent was already very good, and his sword skills were not something that ordinary people could match.

Yunshan asked curiously, "My dear, how old are you this year?"

"I am twenty-three this year."

"Only twenty-three years old..." Yunshan frowned, and his eyes met Yun Zhonghe's, feeling even more surprised.

I'm a good boy.

Yun Shuirou broke through the peak of the fusion at the age of 28, which is considered a gifted person in the world of cultivation. This guy has reached the late stage of fusion at the age of 23, which can no longer be called a human being.

It should be called a monster.

A hint of admiration flashed across Yun Zhonghe's tense face, and then he turned around and said softly, "What a genius, but this is also good."

Ye Qian'an was a little confused by the conversation between the few people. He didn't know what they wanted to do. Did they want to take over his body?
In the world of cultivation, there is a kind of strong people whose physical bodies are about to collapse or die soon, but they don't want to leave this world. They usually choose some gifted or young bodies to take over.

After taking over another person's body, one's own Nascent Soul will be directly erased, thus handing control of the body to the person who took over the body.

Because of this, this kind of evil technique is often used by practitioners of Taoism.

Thinking of this, Ye Qian'an frowned and placed his right hand lightly on the magic sword at his waist. If this was really the case, then even if he died, the entire Yun family would be seriously injured.

Yun Zhonghe seemed to see what Ye Qian'an was worried about, so he smiled and reminded him: "Don't be nervous, my friend. We are not the kind of guys who can take over other people's bodies. We asked you to come here this time because we hope you can help us with something."

Hearing this, Ye Qian'an paused for a moment as he was about to touch the Immortal Sword with his right hand, then looked at Yun Zhonghe in front of him and asked, "What do you want me to do, Senior?"

"My Yun family has guarded a fairy sword for generations. It is said that this fairy sword was transformed from the remains of a real dragon tens of thousands of years ago. It contains a large amount of real dragon power, but no one has been able to pull it out."

Yun Zhonghe did not hide anything and went straight to the point and said what he wanted to do.

Ye Qian'an looked displeased. Even immortals couldn't pull it out, and you want me, a mortal, to do it?
He immediately said, "Even the senior couldn't pull it out. I am just a small fusion cultivator. How can I be so worthy and capable of doing this?"

Yun Zhonghe said, "This kind of thing cannot be dealt with by brute force, but since you are so skilled in swordsmanship, you should have a chance to pull out the sword."

"When you fought with Rou'er earlier, you also found that the other party's swordsmanship attainments were higher, right?"

Ye Qian'an nodded. Yun Shuirou's attainments in swordsmanship were indeed very high. She was also the strongest swordsman Ye Qian'an had ever seen.

Yun Zhonghe continued, "The reason why Rou'er can possess such a strong sword intent has a lot to do with that sword. As a sword cultivator, it is not impossible that you may be able to find special secrets from it."

Hearing this, Ye Qian'an was a little skeptical. If this was true, then he should indeed take a look. After all, Ye Qian'an was quite concerned about things like kendo.

Yun Zhonghe sat on a chair and said, "Don't be so anxious. We will take you there after Rou'er is done."

Ye Qian'an nodded.

Although no one knows what the magic sword is, it is obviously not an ordinary thing since it can allow someone to have Yun Shuirou's level of swordsmanship.

The sword is born from the heart, and the sword intent is as powerful as Qiuhong.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Yun Shuirou changed into a clean set of clothes and walked into the hall.

Although the previous battle was lost, there was no disappointment on Yun Shuirou's face. On the contrary, she seemed to be getting braver and braver, as if she could attack again at any time.

Yun Shuirou pursed her lips and then bowed to everyone in the room.

"Shui Rou meets father and uncles."

Yunshan stood up, walked to Yun Shuirou, patted her shoulders, nodded with satisfaction and said: "Well, Rouer's strength is getting stronger and stronger, but you still have to work harder and strive to break through the Mahayana stage as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)