I don't want to come up with a funny book title anymore.

Just as Xie Fengnan's hand was about to touch one of the orbs of light, another orb of light rushed into Xie Fengnan's hand with lightning speed.

Then Xie Fengnan was teleported to the next location at the speed of light, and he slowly blinked.

Don't get too strong a feeling of forced buying and selling here.

Then the light on the orb in his hand gradually faded, and a sword appeared.

One side of the sword is engraved with the sun, moon, and stars, while the other side is engraved with mountains, rivers, plants, and trees. One side of the hilt is inscribed with the techniques of farming and animal husbandry, while the other side is inscribed with the strategy of unifying the four seas.

The more Xie Fengnan looked at it, the more familiar it seemed, and the more he thought about it, the more it looked like it. Wasn't this the sacred sword of our nation, the Xuanyuan Sword?

Regardless of whether it is or not, Xie Fengnan decided to call it that.

Xie Fengnan actually loves swordsmanship, but so far, he has not encountered a sword that can withstand his power without breaking.

In other words, the sword is shattered after a single strike, which looks pretty cool, but it's painful for Xie Fengnan. He hadn't even formed half of his sword energy before it was gone. What's the point of playing like this?

I don't know what swordsmanship is like in fantasy novels. I've heard that any blade of grass or tree can be used as a sword, but in Xie Fengnan's hands, sword energy is generated by the infusion of energy.

If there isn't a sword that can withstand his energy, he can only show off his superb swordsmanship; don't even think about unleashing a powerful attack, because each attempt would ruin a sword.

Those were all his mines! Xie Fengnan felt a pang of heartache; if they were converted into credits, they could have been stored away for a very, very long time…

But now that I have this sword that looks a lot like the Sword of the Holy Path, and it's so spiritual, it doesn't look like an ordinary sword. Maybe I can...

Xie Fengnan was eager to try something out, but then he was interrupted yet again.

"I never expected that this sword would willingly acknowledge you as its master."

A figure appeared next to Xie Fengnan. Surprisingly, it wasn't the typical elderly man who was always with him, but a young-looking young woman.

So Xie Fengnan was forced to swallow back the greeting he was about to utter.

But she couldn't resist being a little mischievous, deliberately acting innocent and naive, "Huh?"

"This sword is called the Xuanyuan Sword, the first of the Ten Famous Swords. Since I started guarding this tomb, I have never seen it choose any master."

"Oh." Xie Fengnan's main strategy at this moment was to kill the conversation. As long as he wasn't embarrassed, it was others who would be embarrassed.

The young woman smiled gently, "You're different from others; you don't seem like a child your age."

"That's because my handsomeness is quite unique." Xie Fengnan said proudly, having proven himself slapped in the face from his past life to this one!

His face was smooth and fair, his silver-white hair was messy yet well-groomed, his eyebrows were sharply angled and arched, and beneath his fan-like eyelashes were a pair of fox eyes, one blue and one purple, which were cunning and lively yet sharp and restrained. He had a high nose and lips that were a light pink color with moderate thickness. What was most amazing was the beauty mark under his right eye, which vividly expressed what it meant to be captivating and charming.

Even the tomb spirit, who had seen countless people, was dazzled.

She commented earnestly, "In terms of looks alone, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen."

Xie Fengnan: "..."

It's obvious she has a lot of free time.

"So, this beautiful and kind young lady, is it because this sword is too powerful that she can't come with me?"

Xie Fengnan expressed his meaning tactfully.

"Of course not, it went with you willingly, and I have no reason to stop it."

"What's that? You think I'm too handsome? You couldn't resist coming out to chat with me?"

"Ahem," the tomb spirit abruptly changed the subject, "I wanted to ask if you'd be interested in helping me choose a successor?"

The tomb spirit's words once again plunged Xie Fengnan into deep thought. What's going on? Am I not worthy of being this so-called heir? Does this mean I'm really not the protagonist?

Instead, it's the protagonist's friend who's incredibly lucky; no matter how hard others struggle, they can just lend a hand, but the biggest benefits always go to the protagonist.

Amazing luck!?

Xie Fengnan tilted his head, thinking about it carefully, and it seemed pretty good. Okay! Let's see who this chosen one is!

"That sounds interesting, how do I choose?"

The Tomb Spirit waved its hand, and light screens appeared in the air, each containing a student from one of the three major military academies. They were easily identifiable: those in white were from the Federation, those in black were from the Empire, and those in blue were from the Theocracy.

Xie Fengnan glanced at it briefly and could tell that most of the people inside the light screen were working hard for those light orbs.

"From your perspective, who do you think, or rather, who, will receive this opportunity?" The tomb spirit did not provide specific criteria, but instead threw the question back to Xie Fengnan.

Hmm? Since you've asked, I'll just open the back door for you.

But I don’t seem to know anyone here, so should I pick someone I like?

Despite saying that, Xie Fengnan still began to carefully observe the person in the light screen.

This is too weak, it won't work.

That guy is ugly, I can't bear to look at him.

The next one is morally corrupt, so we won't consider them.

Hmm, this person looks familiar.

Xie Fengnan saw a person in a light screen with shiny black hair and a pair of golden eyes that looked exactly like his when he was a child.

Oh wow, this seems to be someone I know.