Divine Seal: Six Paths of Reincarnation, I am the Crown-Rank Assassin

Chapter 91 Anyone who wants a fight, I'll fight to the bitter end.

"A heavy sword has no edge, and great skill has no workmanship."

Yan Qianqiu walked up to the divine sword, reached out and grasped the hilt, muttering to himself.

Looking at this quasi-divine artifact that exuded an ancient aura, he heard a cacophony of sounds around him, but he felt no particular emotion.

Whether it succeeds or not, we'll find out by trying.

He has come a long way to obtain the Tower of Eternity, slay demons, command an army of 180,000 undead, and now inherits the Dream Temple.

How could they possibly stop because of the sarcastic remarks of those people in the audience?
The instant he gripped the hilt of the sword.

The sword burst forth with golden light!
Yan Qianqiu could sense that this divine sword once had a sword spirit, but the sword spirit later sealed the sword body and chose to perish.

"what!"

The girl in the red dress, Ye Weiyang, exclaimed in surprise.

Her soft, beautiful eyes glistened with excited tears. Could it really be that she could succeed today?

Could it be that this sword, after self-sealing, is no longer of the light attribute?
Ye Weiyang's delicate body trembled as she couldn't help but think to herself.

A gentle light slowly spread.

The audience craned their necks to look up at the platform, their hearts clenching. A certain monk lowered his voice.
"This guy actually has some skill?"

Yan Qianqiu took out the Aria of the Goddess of Light and gently stroked the sword, but did not infuse it with spiritual power.

Under his large, comforting hand,
The light on the sword grew dimmer and dimmer until it disappeared completely.

The divine sword has been transformed back into its ancient and desolate form.

"As expected... it still doesn't work." Ye Weiyang's voice trembled, her eyes filled with even more sorrow, and she looked at the young man with a hint of disappointment.

"Was that a magical effect he just used?"

"Tsk tsk, I almost got fooled."

"Come down here! Kid, I can tell you're young from your voice, it's normal for you to be ignorant of your own limitations."

"Heh!" Yan Qianqiu chuckled softly.

He stood on the high platform, his tall, imposing frame of 1.9 meters making him very conspicuous.

Ye Weiyang and Feng Ling'er, two beauties
Those audience members near the front of the stage who heard the young man's inexplicable laughter were also somewhat puzzled.

What is he laughing at?
Could it be that they're laughing at their own overestimation of their abilities?

"The God of Light spent his entire life trying to exterminate the demon race."

"As his sword, you must also yearn to drink the demon's blood and avenge the Sword God."

Yan Qianqiu's expression was indifferent, and his voice was flat.

This near-legendary weapon was indeed helpful to me in the mid-game.

Yan Qianqiu would not deny this point.
However, it would be impossible for someone like Long Haochen to appear solemn and sing praises of the light and the divine sword in order to awaken this sword.

Even without this sword, I can still annihilate the demons!

It's just a matter of time being delayed a bit!
More people will die in the war against the demons! But for him personally, it doesn't matter at all.

Ye Xiaolei transmitted her voice, "You scared her!"

"Huh?" Yan Qianqiu asked, puzzled.

A young girl's voice rang out from the boy's spiritual sea, "She is a newly born sword spirit, and she can sense the pressure of the two divine artifacts on you!"

"Two big ones?"

"Firstly, the Eternal Tower of the Dead, and secondly, me! I'm also the spirit of the Dream Temple." Ye Xiaolei's sweet voice revealed her smugness.

After leaving the Dream Forest,
Ye Xiaolei was noticeably more lively, her voice filled with joy!

Yan Qianqiu was speechless.

The newly born sword spirit of this quasi-divine weapon was so frightened that it dared not revive, which was something he hadn't expected.

Are we supposed to comfort this sword?

Try infusing it with spiritual energy; if that doesn't work, forget it.

Yan Qianqiu gripped the sword hilt, and platinum spiritual power flowed continuously into the divine sword, enveloping the blade in warm and gentle energy.

"What is he doing?"

"Can we please stop wasting everyone's time?" The subordinate frowned.

When they heard the boy say that he didn't have light-attribute spiritual power, they already assumed in their hearts that he was unreliable.

How could the Sword of Light possibly recognize someone who doesn't possess Light Spiritual Power?
A blinding white light suddenly burst forth.

The light gushed forth like a geyser.

"Buzz!!" A golden pillar of light shot into the sky, and an ethereal, childlike angel circled around it, exuding an aura of sacred inviolability!
"laugh--"

A crisp breaking sound rang out.
Cracks appeared on the divine sword, and the dark sword spots vanished in the blink of an eye, while the jewel at the top of the sword shone with boundless light.

It frantically absorbs all light elements in the air.

The sword's body transformed into an ethereal and translucent gold, with cloud patterns spreading out, making the sword resemble a sacred dragon soaring through the clouds.

Yan Qianqiu sensed the true extent of this fluctuation.

"So it's not a quasi-divine artifact yet; it's still at the peak of the legendary realm," the boy thought to himself.

He looked the sword in his hand up and down, recalling the original storyline in his mind.

The sword trembled slightly.

It was as if I could sense Yan Qianqiu's inner emotions.

The boy smiled gently. "It's alright."

"In my hands, you will surely become a true divine sword. When that time comes, I will return you to Ye Weiyang."

He didn't speak loudly.

Ye Weiyang and Feng Ling'er both heard it clearly. The girl in the white dress widened her eyes and curiously looked at the masked young man.

She couldn't help but marvel inwardly at the compelling magic emanating from this young man.

It's as if it really could be done.

The girl in the red dress, Ye Weiyang, was visibly excited. Seeing the divine sword revived, her entire body trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Upon hearing the boy's words, the sword in the Aria of the Goddess of Light trembled even more slightly.

Yan Qianqiu holds the aria of the goddess of light in her hand.

Silently sensing the sword spirit's emotions, his expression behind the mask became somewhat strange. Was this sword actually disliking Ye Weiyang?

He looked at the girl in the red dress in front of him, and a thought struck him. He asked her a question.

"Miss Ye, have you ever considered joining the Demon Hunter Corps and personally slaying demons?"

Ye Weiyang looked away, her beautiful eyes slightly unnatural.

When she looked at Yan Qianqiu again, her unease had vanished without a trace.

"I……"

Yan Qianqiu waved her hand, her voice gentle, "It's alright. If you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to say anything."

"After all, everyone has the right to choose how they live."

The girl in the red dress blushed visibly and nodded gently.

Yan Qianqiu added in his heart,

Precisely,

The descendants of the temple's high-ranking officials all have the ability to choose their lifestyle.

"May I know your name?" Ye Weiyang asked.

“No need.” The young man shook his head. “Finding you is a piece of cake for me, after all, you are in the Holy City.”

"As for my name, that's not important."

Yan Qianqiu stood with his sword sheathed.

He turned around and looked at the crowd below the stage.

He saw that the emotions of the bidders in the entire auction hall had become frenzied.

A significant number of people, after a brief moment of stunned silence and amazement, spontaneously revealed expressions of greed on their faces.

The situation quietly became chaotic.

Some powerful individuals even stepped onto the auction stage!

His aura surged, revealing him to be an eighth-tier professional!
Inside the VIP section,

An extremely terrifying pressure surged in from all directions, crushing the eighth-tier warrior.

"They dare to seize things by force at the auction house? Are they trying to challenge the authority of the alliance?"

The Emperor's expression changed drastically upon taking the stage without permission.

The young man, holding a sword in one hand and clasping his hands in a fist salute with the other, addressed a VIP room, saying, "Thank you for your help, Ninth-Rank Holy Knight."

Yan Qianqiu looked at the War Emperor.
Changing his tone, he sneered, "I'm standing right here. Whoever wants this sword can step forward, and I'll gladly oblige!"

(End of this chapter)