"Among the Sword Sect, only Cheng Tianyong possessed some skill in Artifact Refining. However, even at his level, it was absolutely impossible to repair such a Divine Artifact. Its restoration was no longer a matter of skill..."

"Does anyone from our sect have Artifact Refining skills... speak up..."

"Venerable Lord, Venerable Lord? Are you going to say something?"

At that moment, atop the mountain peak, the Venerable Lord, dressed in a red gown, remained incredibly silent. Her gaze was fixed intently on the azure sword light. Clenching her teeth, she suddenly smiled coquettishly.

"Stop the noise."

Immediately, everyone fell silent as if struck by a sudden chill.

"Truly formidable," the Venerable Lord murmured. Her luscious, snow-red lips curled into a beautiful arc, her eyes hiding an unknown sentiment. "How truly formidable you are. You've repaired the artifact without anyone noticing, and you chose such a time to appear. Little Biyou really predicted it accurately. I just didn't expect you to have repaired this thing..."

"Well repaired indeed!"

"So well repaired!"

The group of Elders from the Fengyue Sect immediately caught the towering rage hidden in her voice. Frightened, none of them dared to speak. They couldn't understand why the Venerable Lord was so furiously enraged. This was simply an unprecedented event in the history of the Fengyue Sect; even when Yan Qingwu had destroyed the Unrivaled Bell, the Venerable Lord hadn't displayed such anger.

Beneath the Sword Sect, the six Peak Leaders, who were meditating, watched this scene with stunned disbelief. They were so shocked their jaws nearly dropped to the ground. Their six minds were filled with question marks at this moment.

"How did he appear at this time?" Jian Wuqing muttered, feeling he was unworthy of his title as Sect Master. "Who is this kid exactly? How can the Green Frost Sword be intact? Don't tell me he repaired it; I don't believe it!"

The others fell silent.

"This... the Green Frost Sword bears Elder Yan's karma," Lu Youlian whispered. "Moreover, this artifact is extraordinary. I heard from a predecessor of Hidden Sword Peak, who passed away in the previous term, that this item is said to have a particularly special connection with Elder Yan..."

Several of them had indeed heard vague rumors about it, but they didn't know much. They were much younger than Elder Yan.

"Possibly, he really might have repaired it..." Only Cheng Tianyong said, shaking his head.

"Oh, how so?"

Cheng Tianyong then recounted the time Wang Mu had come to find him.

"Now when I think back..." Cheng Tianyong said, "I have the feeling that kid might have specifically wanted to ask about this back then but felt awkward asking directly... using other pretexts..."

"..."

"Why would he want to help Elder Yan repair this sword?" Wu Dayong wondered aloud. "Isn't this kid's gratitude a bit excessive? Although receiving teachings is indeed a great favor, it shouldn't be to this extent, Old Cheng. How difficult is it to repair the Green Frost Sword?"

"If all the Artifact Refining Masters in the entire world were to come together, they might be able to repair it to about sixty or seventy percent," replied Cheng Tianyong. "But it's absolutely impossible to have it repaired to such pristine condition. This kind of Divine Power is unparalleled and unique!"

"Only a Divine Treasure Sword infused with the Blood of the Sage, its karma perfected, can possess such Divine Power..."

"The Blood of the Sage... The cataclysmic changes in heaven and earth occurred a thousand years ago. Does that thing even exist anymore?"

"It should no longer exist. If it did, the Nine Provinces Cultivation World would have had some rumors about it," Cheng Tianyong mused. "Perhaps this kid found some other method... Anyway, I can't understand it."

Who could understand this? the others thought. Ever since this kid joined the Sword Sect, no one could figure him out...

"However, with Elder Yan having this Divine Sword in hand," Jian Wuqing said with relief, "our Sword Sect has managed to escape this crisis. Not only that, but our prestige has also grown even more formidable!"

"Is that so? I feel like Elder Yan's aura is a bit off..."

「In midair.」

Yan Qingwu looked at the man not far in front of her, holding the Divine Sword she was all too familiar with. For a thousand years, besides her, no one had touched this sword.

That look nearly scared Wang Mu's soul out of his body. "It wasn't me, it wasn't me!" he exclaimed. "It was this sword that brought me here; it has nothing to do with me."

This Little Sword Spirit, it's such a little traitor! How could you betray your benefactor like this? I exhausted my Essence Blood to heal you, how could you put me in such peril? Despicable!

"Master..." the Little Sword Spirit buzzed, its voice carrying a trace of timidity. So timid, it didn't want to leave Wang Mu's palm.

It was unclear whether it clung to the warmth of his palm, a sensation not felt for a thousand years, or if it was truly afraid of the master it had followed for a millennium. Wang Mu didn't know; his mind was currently a blank. All he could think was, I'm done for.

"Grip the sword."

Yan Qingwu's face was as still as if eternally unchanged. She closed her eyes, perhaps not wanting to reveal the complexity in their depths.

As if her words compelled action, Wang Mu suddenly grasped the Green Frost Sword. Before he could react, Yan Qingwu was already at his side. She made an empty grasping motion with her hand, and Wang Mu's body seemed to be involuntarily controlled by her. The next second, Yan Qingwu commanded, "Rise!"

A mighty Spiritual Power surged from Yan Qingwu, melding that vast Sword Intent with the Green Frost Sword in Wang Mu's hand.

Endless sword light shot up into the sky.

A hundred zhang, a thousand zhang, ten thousand zhang...

It was as though all the Living Beings in Huangtian Continent could feel this Divine Power.

As this sword descended, a shiver ran through Wang Mu's heart. He knew that at this moment, Yan Qingwu seemed to have no other distractions.

"Slash!" Yan Qingwu commanded.

In the depths of his mind, he seemed to gain some enlightenment about this sword strike. This feels like...

BOOM!

Before he could react, the sword slashed down, seemingly splitting the heavens and earth in two.

The boundless clouds and mist exploded. The Immortal Zombie was cleaved in two. In the distance, the two Demon Path elders, terrified out of their wits, transformed into streaks of blood and fled into the void. The Zhou Tian Blood Mist Formation dissipated in an instant.

Amid the endless sword light, the Immortal Zombie, now in two pieces, fell into the Cloud Sea. Its body continuously squirmed, as if regenerating.

Wang Mu watched this unfold, shocked by Yan Qingwu's power.

The next second, the Divine Sword in his hand flew out of its own accord and orbited around Yan Qingwu.

With a flick of her finger, a ray of sword light enveloped Wang Mu and sent him down.

As multiple streams of sword light whirled, the squirming Immortal Zombie was ensnared and sealed by them, unable to move even a fraction. Finally, it slowly sank into the Cloud Sea...

Wang Mu landed on Heavenly Sword Peak.

Lying on the ground, Wang Mu looked up at the azure sky. There was no sign of Nanrong Biyou nearby. At some point, she seemed to have left...

Wang Mu was silent.

A gentle breeze blew past, and a piece of paper suddenly fluttered onto Wang Mu's face.

He picked it up. On it, in graceful and familiar handwriting, were a few large characters:

"Dongfang Mu! You are dead meat!"

"Serves you right!"

"I absolutely will not come to save you!"

It was the handwriting of Nanrong Biyou...

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