Zhiyuan's fight. After all, in his opinion, there was no need to pay attention. This Yun Hao was just a fledgling from the early stage of the Huaihai realm...Murong Guang swept his eyes over the othe...A moment.

Only to see Su Zhenming, hands clutching a thick piece of cloth, walking over. His face was filled with anxiety and unease.

The magic sword wracked him for a year, clearly he was terrified.

And Yun Hao's gaze instantly focused on the strip of cloth in Su Zhenming's hand.

Although.

Su Zhenming tightly wrapped the magic sword. Even from this close distance, he could sense the faint aura of the magic sword.

What kind of magic sword is this

This is the sword forged for his most beloved disciple, Cang Yao, by him using the celestial sand of Tianqiong Star and countless rare divine materials as he took his apprenticeship oath!

In Yunhao's mind, an image from the past involuntarily appeared.

Ten thousand mountains are like swords, piercing the heavens. Immortal mist is ethereal, and celestial cranes flutter gracefully.

On the peak of the highest mountain, a girl with two braids and big, bright black eyes, chubby cheeks turned up in wonder, knelt on the ground.

"Disciple Cang Yao, greets Master!"

Cao Yao said timidly.

Before him, stood a legendary figure of the swordsmanship world, the Sky-Soaring Sword Emperor. With one hand, he effortlessly held his sword, while the other gently caressed Cangyao's head. Pure sword energy surged into her body, cleansing her flesh of all impurities.

Then, the Cloud Soaring Sword Emperor, extended a hand.

A simply-fashioned sword, it cleaved through the clouds as it descended.

"Cang Yao, you possess a rare and noble Daoist sword heart. This sword, named Su Xin, is bestowed upon you by your master. May it guide you on the path of the sword, keeping your eyes focused on truth and your heart pure."

The Emperor of Cloud Piercing Sword spoke, his voice brimming with anticipation.

Cang Yao immediately took the sword with both hands, excitedly smiling and saying: "Thank you, Master. The disciple will definitely not disappoint your expectations!"

This is it.

The fat man's shout pulled Yun Hao back to his thoughts.

He strode forward, snatched the banner from his father Su Zhenming's hand, and muttered, "Father, you're going to ruin my face! Look at you, scared like a bride about to enter the bridal chamber!"

Su Zhenming's face flushed red, and he was immediately filled with anger in his heart. How could he have such an unfilial son!

Is there a son who would speak to his father like this in front of others

The fat man snatched the strip of cloth from Su Zhenming's hand and handed it to Yun Hao, saying, "Yun brother, have a look!"

Yun Hao calmed his mind.

Then.

Qi burst forth from his palm.

The next moment.

The banner exploded.

Inside the banner, there was also a long wooden box.

The wooden box's surface was covered in spirit inscription traces, clearly imbued with an array.

Su Zhenming immediately said, “This magic sword is too evil, so we must be careful. I'll break the formation right now.”

Yun Hao shook his head and said faintly, "No need."

Next.

A clear and crisp clang of sword steel rang out from the wooden box.

Within the sound of the sword's cry, there seemed to be thousands of unwilling feelings, as well as a surge of excitement.

The sharp edge ripped through the wooden box, destroying the formation within!

The fat man covered his face with both hands and said, "Dad, I'm so ashamed of you! Your spellcasting is simply pathetic. It's utterly useless..."

This time.

Su Zhenming could no longer bear it. He pounded the fat man's head hard, causing the fat man to scream in pain. A large red lump instantly appeared on his forehead.

And Yun Hao's attention was already no longer on anything else, completely focused on the Xue Xin Jian in his hand!

The sword is three feet three inches long, with a simple design and no ornamentation.

...only that.

A sword, covered in countless cracks, looked incredibly fragile, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.

In addition to that.

Yun Hao also noticed that the sword spirit of the Xu Xin Jian was incredibly weak, barely able to hold itself together from dissipating.

No wonder... the sword spirit of the Suxin Sword would day and night cling to Su Zhenming. This is self-rescue!

Now Yun Hao, reincarnated and reborn, possesses no more of his former power. However, the essence of his soul remains, a direct lineage from his past self.

Even though the spirit of Su Xin Jian was in a hazy state, it could still sense things. Because of this, it appeared extremely docile and obedient, allowing Yun Hao to hold the sword without any resistance.

Su Zhenming, having struck the fat man's head, retreated several steps without a trace and said: "Young Master Yun, this sword, don't look at it with all the cracks on the surface, but in reality, it's very hard. Even if you use a weapon of the best grade from Huangjie, you can't damage it even a bit."

But... there's really no way to do it.

Because the formation within the sword is irreparable, injecting it with spiritual energy would cause the incomplete formation to violently clash and collide, resulting in more cracks appearing on the blade.

The sword is incredibly hard, even with countless cracks, it cannot be moved by ordinary objects. This is because the materials used to forge this sword are all top-tier divine materials!

But this sword, it is also fragile. Once imbued with energy, it will accelerate its own destruction.

A sword that cannot infuse with qi is useless to any swordsman.

Yun Hao removed the jade pendant hanging from the sword hilt. There was no need to suppress the sword spirit with the sword-wielding technique any longer.

Su Zhenming's face turned pale with fright, and he backed away repeatedly.

The fat man covered his swollen head wound with one hand and sighed, lamenting the misfortune of his family. How could he have such a cowardly father

Yun Hao recovered his composure and looked at Su Zhenming: "Uncle Su, I'm quite interested in this sword, so I'd like to buy it from you."

The fat man immediately stood up: “Father, this sword is a nightmare for you. You’ve wanted to throw it as far away as possible. Brother Yun has helped you escape the nightmare and is also interested in this sword. In my opinion, just give it away. Be generous, our Su family heroes, don't be so petty.”

Su Zhenming: “This…”

He is not unwilling to give it.

No, the reality is that he can't afford to send it!

Because of this sword, the Su family's financial situation has become very problematic.

He was still thinking about taking this sword to swindle a few hundred thousand taels of silver, to make up for the Su family's financial shortfall and deal with the current trouble of being impeached by the elder lineage.

Yun Hao's heart moved, and he took out a box from his storage ring.

"Brother, please don't make things difficult for Uncle Su."

He handed the box to Su Zhenming: "Uncle Su, these are some silver notes. Please accept them. Consider this as payment for my sword."

Su Zhenming gritted his teeth, took the box, and didn't even look at how much silver was inside. In his view, Yun Hao couldn't possibly come up with much money, after all, the situation at Kuangjian Martial Arts Hall was worse than that of the Su family.

"Young Master Yun, take this demonic sword!"

Yunhao: "Thank you, Master Su. Master Su, Pang Ge, then I will take my leave."

Wait until Yun Hao leaves.

Su Zhenming then opened the wooden box, and his whole body froze instantly.

A thick stack of silver notes, each worth the largest denomination of a thousand taels.

The fat man immediately rushed forward, counted it, and exclaimed: "490,000 taels!"

Even for the Su family, 490,000 taels of silver was a huge sum of money.

The fat man stared at Su Zhenming: "Dad, we can't earn this money…"

Su Zhenming gritted his teeth and said, "Just consider this as borrowed from Yun Hao. With this silver, the elders' impeachment can be easily quelled. After resolving the trouble, I'll return it to him!"

"Master, Master..." A fat man's confidante ran over and shouted, "The Kuangjian Martial Arts Hall sent ten roasted chickens..."

The fat man lamented, "I've eaten my brother's chicken and made money from him... Father, you really give your son a headache. Forget it, I'm too lazy to worry about it. I'd better go eat the chicken while it's still hot!"

………

The other side.

Yún Hào returned to Kuáng Jiàn Martial Arts Hall and immediately dove into the cultivation room.

Repaired the sword body, it's still no use. No good materials can be found in Liúyún City.

Therefore, the most urgent thing to do is to repair part of the formation inside the Pure Heart Sword!unges fiercely into Yun Hao's soul!"Whoosh!"The next moment, Yun Hao's sea of consciousness exploded with the half-step ancestral pattern of slaying gods, a golden sword slashing out.This eerie creatu...