The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 51 And Hold Your Sword!
Hu Erniang smiled and said, "My lord, did you rest well yesterday?"

"Not bad, thank you, Second Aunt."

"Oh, that's good, that's good."

After exchanging pleasantries with Hu Erniang, Zhou Yan invited Hu Erniang in to check on Shen Cangming's condition.

Shen Cangming remained silent. Even though he had just experienced the ordeal of life and death, he simply nodded calmly, as if the experience of teetering on the brink of death was something he was already used to.

Hu Erniang carefully treated Shen Cangming's wounds.

The illusion magic of fox spirits seems to be usable for pain relief as well.

What's the underlying principle? Is it deceiving the body to make it think it's healed?

Zhou Yan's mind raced. He clearly remembered everything that happened yesterday: the vivid dream, the promise, and...

He pressed his fingers against his face.

He still remembered the coolness of the girl's fingers as she vaguely reached out and pressed her hand against his face.

Does it possess the qualities of a mountain king?

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"Master Shen's injuries have stabilized, but although there are no major problems, it is still best to avoid fighting as much as possible."

"Otherwise, it might become a hidden injury that never heals."

After Zhou Yan agreed, Hu Erniang smiled and said, "Qingzhu is preparing some food. Why don't you have some, sir? Speaking of which, Master Shen's martial arts are superb, and you also have some skills."

"I thought you must know about weapons. I have a sword here that was left to me by an old friend. Would you like to take a look at it?"

Hu Erniang smiled and placed the sword box upright on the ground.

Hu Erniang treated Shen Cangming's wounds, and Zhou Yan, who was grateful, agreed and placed his hand on the sword box.

The longsword suddenly whistled.

It seemed to be a wisp of wind.

It also seemed like the flapping of wings of a thousand white birds.

As the third sword cry rose, the first sword cry had already exploded, transforming into a visible gale and ripples that swept across the house, as well as the surrounding jungle, trees, and grass.

boom! ! !
A gust of wind swept past, centered on the boy and the sword box.

The grass and trees around the house spread out and prostrate.

Hu Erniang's eyes lit up.

Click! ! !

With a crisp sound, the fine mahogany sword case shattered into pieces in an instant, exploding outwards and crashing against the walls, the ground, and the door. There, a longsword with its sheath still attached appeared, standing upright.

The sword is gilded and inlaid with precious stones in bronze, and has three dark, dull hilts on its ebony scabbard.

The black scabbard should have been heavy, but it was decorated with white crane patterns, soaring into the sky!
This sword actually possessed a touch of elegance.

A gust of wind swirled around the longsword.

Even within its scabbard, it still whistles.

A strong wind rose, causing the hem of the young man's robe to flutter wildly.

Hu Erniang was so blown around that she almost lost her balance. Her heart was pounding, and her eyes were wide as she looked at the sword. She said, "My lord, try to draw this sword!"

"it is good."

Zhou Yan gripped the sword tightly in his hand.

He discovered that the sword was ridiculously heavy. He couldn't even lift it, let alone draw it. Zhou Yan exhaled, and with the [Mountain Lord Jade Talisman] activated, accompanied by a deep tiger roar, his arm muscles bulged.

The entire sword, including the blade, was swaying slightly.

However, I just couldn't pull it out.

Hu Erniang became anxious. She said, "What, what's going on?" She ran to the side of the sword in a hurry, but when she reached out to take it, the sword that Zhou Yan had just been unable to pull out was suddenly pulled out.

However, the gale and the sword-like cry that seemed to stretch across the vast sky both ceased.

Hu Erniang was puzzled, holding the sword, at a loss for what to do.

Zhou Yan said, "Second Madam, can you hand me the sword to take a look?"

Hu Erniang carefully handed the sword to Zhou Yan. When Zhou Yan's fingers touched the blade, the scabbard flew out again, sealing the sword. The next moment, the sword became incredibly heavy once more.

"It seems that I am not destined to have this sword."

Hu Erniang gradually calmed down and slowly understood.

This sword is undoubtedly connected to Zhou Yan.

But why couldn't Zhou Yan lift the sword? Was it because it needed some special characteristics? Or was it that the sword only revealed its true form and became incredibly heavy in front of someone he trusted?

Have we never been able to see the true form of this sword?
Zhou Yan withdrew his hand and said:

"It seems this sword is indeed extraordinary. Second Madam, please keep it safe."

Hu Erniang forced a smile and said, "Seeing that you look like an old friend, I originally wanted to give you the sword."

Zhou Yan thanked him, patted the sword at his waist, and laughed heartily:
"I also have a knife."

“There’s no need to force it.” Hu Erniang composed herself and said, “My lord, Qingzhu has prepared the meal. Why don’t you come and have some?” Zhou Yan replied, “No, Erniang should have realized earlier that we have encountered a formidable enemy.”

"Uncle Shen's injuries from yesterday cannot be ignored, so we must stay here."

“If you continue to stay with us, I’m worried you’ll be implicated.”

Looking at the sword, Hu Erniang said, "In that case... let's travel together a little longer, take Zhang Shoutian back to his home, and then we'll part ways with you, my lord, how about that?"

"It's less than a day's journey."

"Furthermore, it would be best to observe Master Shen's injuries for a while longer."

Zhou Yan sensed that the surrounding area was peaceful and safe because of the connection between the mountain lord and the [Mist-Hidden Peak] ley line, so he agreed.

However, Zhou Yan discovered that when using the [Mountain Lord Jade Talisman] with the supernatural powers belonging to the tiger demon, it only consumes mental and physical strength. But when using the power of the mountain god, he felt that something else was being consumed.

He took out the written document and disappeared, burning a small portion of the mountain god's edict.

I sensed that something above was being consumed.

Zhou Yan attempted to think using a different way of thinking from another world:
Is it the offerings of incense? Or is it good fortune?

"Once this thing is exhausted, will I no longer be able to use the mountain god's supernatural powers and senses? Or will it be weakened?"

Zhou Yan suppressed these thoughts.

Qingzhu's cooking is delicious.

According to Hu Erniang, Qingzhu and Sanlang Lingxi are not her biological grandchildren. Qingzhu has the bloodline of Qingqiu, and the fox spirits and people from Qingqiu are all very good at cooking.

Zhou Yan ate voraciously, and the fatigue from the battle began to recover at an astonishing speed. Just as they said, Ganquanyuan was not far away; it would only take a day to get there.

Unfortunately, on their journey that day, they encountered bandits who were trying to rob them.

Zhou Yan glanced at Shen Cangming, then stepped forward with the broken-edged Hungry Ghost Blade. After the fierce battle, his swordsmanship had undergone a great transformation, and he easily dealt with the thieves. When they parted, the people asked Zhou Yan's name.

Zhou Yan wiped the blood off the knife.

The blade of this sword, which I obtained from one of the Qingming Monk's men, is pitted and uneven.

It wasn't a particularly good knife, but it was Zhou Yan's first knife.

To be honest, I felt sorry for her. When asked, she only answered:
"We are all unknown people in the world, why bother asking?"

These were Shen Cangming's words at the time. Zhou Yan was being pursued by the Tang army. Although he had shaken them off, he was already on guard against the dangers of the martial world. However, after he saved these people and killed the bandits, he turned and left.

Hu Erniang sensed a faint hum from the sword that had been put away again.

There's a feeling of eager anticipation.

Hu Erniang guessed that the sword seemed to be still thinking after choosing Zhou Yan.

"Think about it slowly, but we only have one day left."

Hu Erniang gently stroked the sword and said with a smile.

As dusk fell, they were almost at Ganquan Plain. However, as they approached, Zhou Yan paused slightly, and Shen Cangming said, "The aura is off."

Zhou Yan scanned the village and sensed a faint demonic aura in the air. He pressed his finger on the hilt of his knife and said, "Uncle Shen, Second Aunt, there's a demonic aura in this village, a mixture of yin and blood energy. There are monsters inside. Be careful."

Hu Erniang was stunned, and Qingzhu was instinctively a little scared.

Shen Cangming also sat in the center, holding a knife.

Zhou Yan was in front, and after taking a few slow steps forward, he heard the shouts.

"Help! Help! There are people ahead! Run! Run!"

"There's a monster in Ganquan Plain!"

As if to prove Zhou Yan's words, accompanied by a burst of cries, some people hurriedly ran out, their faces full of panic, like toys being toyed with, covered in blood, followed by a burst of laughter.

"Hehe, here they come again, several living souls, hehe, this time."

"The mission will be accomplished."

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

A ferocious claw tore through the air and ripped towards the crowd. The faces of the people were deathly pale, and the fear in their eyes was palpable. Zhou Yan's eyes confirmed that they were people, but the monster seemed to have survived because it treated them as playthings.

With a clang of a blade, Zhou Yan moved swiftly, using the magic of the lamplight to shield the people.

Grip the knife with both hands, step forward and chop down hard!
Like a bolt of silk.

The knife in his hand clashed fiercely with the claw, and they were evenly matched. However, during the confrontation between the knife and the claw, a crisp sound rang out.

Zhou Yan felt a piercing sound coming from the Hungry Ghost Blade in his hand.

After several battles, it finally lost control and broke in the middle, flipping backward and falling. The claws tore towards Zhou Yan, and Shen Cangming raised his horizontal sword, intending to throw it over.

A sword's cry rang out.

The claw stopped just before it landed in front of Zhou Yan.

A longsword with its sheath still on blocked the claw. The demonic claw tried its best, unleashing its demonic power, but it couldn't advance an inch!
The sword was still hanging in the air.

The sword hilt spun and hovered in front of Zhou Yan's hand.

It whistled softly.

(End of this chapter)