Ning Teng forced a smile, "These three questions seem ordinary, but they made me fall into a dilemma for a month. In the end, I finally came to a realization.
"It was also because of this that I comprehended a trace of sword intent. Therefore, that young man has imparted the dao to me and answered my questions. It's not too much for me to call him teacher."
At this point, he seemed to have thought of something and could not help but ask, "By the way, did that young man come with us? I want to thank him in person! "
Ning Ruolan's eyes turned red. She wanted to speak by instinct, but Ye Chen shook his head and said, "Wushuang has gone out to train. Thank him when you have the chance!"
"That's true. How can such an outstanding young man be limited to a small place like Jinling?!" Ning Teng shook his head and smiled. Then, he turned around and walked to a stone door. He took out a tiger-shaped pendant.
Ning Zhiyuan also walked forward and took out a tiger-shaped pendant from his body. After the two tiger-shaped pendants were combined into one, they were embedded on the stone door.
"Boom!"
Along with a loud noise, the heavy stone door suddenly opened wide.
What greeted their eyes were densely packed swords!
Countless rusty longswords stood on the ground. From afar, they looked like mounds of dirt in a grave, filled with a murderous and sharp aura.
"Dad, there are so many swords!"
It was the first time Ning Ruolan had seen so many swords hidden in her house. She could not help but exclaim, "One, two, three … I can't even count them. If I sell them all as scrap metal, I'll probably make a lot of money!"
Hearing the first half of her sentence, Ning Zhiyuan and Ning Teng's faces were filled with pride. However, when they heard the second half, the corners of their mouths twitched. They wished they could strangle this prodigal girl to death on the spot!
'This is passed down from our ancestors!
'Your first thought isn't to protect them forever, but to sell them as scrap metal?
'Does my Ning family lack that bit of money?'
A certain little money-grubber didn't notice this scene at all and was still immersed in excitement. He exclaimed in surprise while counting with his fingers, "Scrap iron is one and a half kilograms. A sword is at least four to five kilograms. There are over a thousand swords here, which means …"
Ning Zhiyuan was furious. He said to Ye Chen after coughing a few times, "Mr. Ye, this is what my Ning family has accumulated over hundreds of years. The outermost ones are some ordinary ancient swords. They can't withstand the corrosion of time and have rusted."
"The weapons inside are more expensive and of better quality. Other than swords, there are also sabers, spears, arrows, and halberds …"
Ye Chen nodded lightly and took a step forward.
Ning Teng hurriedly reminded, "Little friend, you can't. This is the Sword Forest. After a few hundred years, the surroundings have long since been assimilated, and the magnetic field has changed. If you enter rashly, you'll be no different from a human-shaped magnet, and you'll be easily attacked."
Hearing those words, Ning Ruolan, who wanted to go in, was immediately shocked. If she were to go in like this, it would be strange if she didn't turn into a hedgehog.
Ning Zhiyuan took out something that looked like a raincoat from a box beside him. "Not bad. You should wear the Ning family's special non-magnetic suit …"
Not waiting for him to finish.
Ye Chen placed his hands behind his back. Subsequently, he tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and leaped like a cannonball. Eventually, he landed next to an ancient bronze sword.
He stretched out his hand and made a grabbing motion in the air, and the ancient bronze sword landed in his hand. Then, he waved it in the air and released countless sword lights.
"What a pity, ordinary iron is still ordinary iron after all!"
Ye Chen shook his head lightly and stabbed the ancient bronze sword into the ground again. He proceeded to walk deeper into the sword forest with his hands behind his back.
With every step he took!
Then, a sword would shoot out from the ground and hover beside him. The body of the sword trembled as if it had seen the king of swords.
In the end, dense sword silhouettes hovered around Ye Chen as if there were countless sword gleams blooming in the air.
If one took a closer look, a faintly discernible sword silhouette gradually appeared in Ye Chen's body. The sword silhouette was like a dragon, emitting an aura that looked down on the world and suppressed everything. It was like a king had descended.
Ning Zhiyuan and the rest who were watching from outside could not close their mouths.
Ning Teng inhaled sharply and stammered, "I-Is this the 10,000 Swords Greeting?"
He clearly remembered that the last time Wushuang entered the sword forest, it had only caused the 10,000 swords to howl. It gave people the feeling that these swords had seen a friend.
Even so, it still shocked him quite a bit.
However, the scene before him shocked him!
"Oh no, dad!"
Ning Ruolan suddenly exclaimed, "These swords seem to listen to that guy. What if he empties this place when he leaves?"
Ning Zhiyuan panicked when he heard that.
"How can we do that? This is an ancestral item of our Ning family!"
Ning Ruolan stomped her feet and said angrily, "We can't let that guy escape later unless he gives us money. We'll sell it to him at the market price of scrap. That way, we can save on transportation and labor costs. It's worth it!"
The veins on Ning Zhiyuan's face bulged when he heard that!
Eventually, Ye Chen landed before a stone tablet. He looked at a line of words on the stone tablet with a complicated expression.
"You guys are clearly swords, but you can only stand here quietly as ownerless objects. After thousands of years, you still can't find a master, and in the end, you'll decay!
"How is Wushuang different from you guys? I'm also looking for master. Wushuang doesn't know where master is, nor does he know when he'll be able to find master. Thousand years? Ten thousand years? Or until Wushuang decays! "
There were only over a hundred words that seemed to be carved with swords, but they revealed the confusion, sympathy, and self-pity of a pure child facing this tablet and the 10,000 swords.
"Wushuang, Wushuang …"
Ye Chen stood before the tablet and mumbled to himself as if he had been petrified, "Just you wait. I'll look for you when I find Night Demon. I promise that we won't be separated this time!"
With a wave of his hand, the words on the stone tablet disappeared.
At the next moment!
He turned around and leaped back to Ning Zhiyuan and the others.
Ning Zhiyuan's face twitched slightly as he looked at the countless sword images hovering above his head. He said, "Mr. Ye, are you … Are you trying to empty my Ning Family's Hidden Sword Pavilion?"
"Pay up, pay up!"
Ning Ruolan spread out her hands and said, "The market price of scrap iron is 1.2 yuan per catty. For the sake of Brother Wushuang, I'll give you 1 yuan per catty."
"You've misunderstood!"
Ye Chen said while chuckling softly, "Master Ning, most of the swords in your Ning family's Hidden Sword Pavilion are scrap metal. It's useless to keep them, but it's a pity to throw them away. What I'm thinking is to refine these 10,000 swords into a sword pill as a form of repayment for your Ning family's kindness to Wushuang!"
"Sword Sphere?"
Ning Zhiyuan and Ning Teng looked at each other in confusion.
Ye Chen did not say anything. He stretched his arm and grabbed. The sword silhouettes hovering above his head were all caught in his hand. Subsequently, they turned into a dazzling flame.
A few breaths later.
The sword silhouettes hovering above Ye Chen's head had completely disappeared. What replaced them was an iron ball the size of a pigeon's egg.
Ning Ruolan was on the verge of vomiting blood, "Where's our family heirloom? Where did you put it? "
"Isn't this it?" Ye Chen picked up the sword pill and smiled lightly.
Ning Ruolan said angrily, "Who are you trying to fool? So many swords turned into such a small iron bead?"
After saying that, she reached out to pick up the sword pill!
"Let him do it!" Ye Chen stopped her and looked at Ning Teng who was standing aside with a forced smile.
Ning Teng suppressed the doubts in his heart and reached out to touch the sword pill. Then, he subconsciously wanted to pick it up. However, his expression changed in the next moment.
It was because he discovered this tiny iron bead!
It was extremely heavy!
With his Martial Dao master cultivation base, he found it extremely difficult to pick it up.
"This is the sword pill. The sword pill is shaped like a pill, and its meaning is like a sword. It can cut iron like mud, and it can be soft like a ring!"
Ye Chen said calmly, "You guys can control it easily after refining it with a drop of blood. If you encounter danger, you just need to throw the sword pill out. Even a Martial Dao master will die if they touch it!"
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