Indeed, with the strength of a Tier-Ten Fist Master, he could easily pry apart a rusted sword, even one that was truly welded together. But this sword... Yang Hu exerted all his strength, yet he was helpless.

Ren Tong was not surprised and said mockingly, "I told you ordinary people can't pull it out. Do you really think you're someone special?"

"I just wanted to give it a try," Yang Hu said with an embarrassed look, quickly waving his hand. You're one to talk. When you tried to pull it out, you probably looked even worse than me, right?

Chen Yang became interested. A mere sword, and a dignified Tier-Ten Fist Master can't even draw it?

With this doubt and curiosity, Chen Yang picked up the sword. It was surprisingly heavy and felt icy cold to the touch. With his naked eye alone, he couldn't discern the material of the scabbard.

He grasped the hilt and pulled.

CLANG!

The Longsword was unsheathed. A silver-white blade shimmered, emanating a biting chill.

HISS!

As the sword was fully drawn, the temperature in the hall plummeted. A murderous aura surged, churning and radiating about three inches from the blade.

"What a sword!"

Chen Yang's eyes sparkled. He subconsciously executed a flourish, the blade slicing cleanly through the air.

Yang Hu and Ren Tong were dumbfounded. It's a fine sword, alright. The problem is, we used all our strength and couldn't budge it an inch. How did this guy pull it out so easily?

"Boss, did you use your Tier-Fourteen strength?" Yang Hu asked.

"No, I barely used any strength."

As he spoke, Chen Yang sheathed the sword and then lightly pulled it with two fingers.

CLANG! HISS!

The Longsword was unsheathed.

Yang Hu: "..."

Ren Tong: "..."

Are we seeing a ghost?

「Meanwhile.」

Thousands of miles away, in Cangyun City.

Near the base of Book Mountain lay a large residence spanning over a thousand acres. Within its three-meter-high walls were pavilions, rockeries, long corridors, rivers, swimming pools, gardens for all four seasons, and even a golf course—it had everything one could desire.

In the very center of the courtyard stood a three-story ancestral hall. Apart from the ancestral tablets, an ancient, unadorned Longsword was enshrined within. In seventeen years, this sword had not been touched.

HUMMM...

Without any warning, the sword suddenly began to tremble, shedding a layer of dust.

"Huh?"

The two Disciples responsible for guarding the hall both furrowed their brows. Just as they turned, the Longsword dropped to the ground.

"This..."

The two disciples froze for a moment before exchanging a glance, each seeing the absolute terror and shock in the other's eyes.

"Quick, spread the word!"

They ran off in two different directions. Soon, the news that the Ancestral Sword had been disturbed spread throughout the entire prestigious mansion.

In the council hall, dozens of people, old and young, sat neatly arranged. At the head seat was an old man in a gray robe, his deep eyes staring outside the door as he spoke in a low voice, "Our Chen Family Ancestral Swords come in a pair, forged from a single celestial meteorite. They share an extremely strong magnetic bond.

"When one moves, the other reacts!

"That sword has been missing for seventeen years, and today, it has finally shown signs of activity! To everyone present, I don't care what methods you use. You must retrieve that sword for me, no matter the cost!

"Whoever retrieves the Ancestral Sword will be a great hero to the Chen Family! Not only will there be a substantial reward, but their name will also be recorded in our family genealogy."

Upon hearing these words, a stir went through the crowd. To be entered into the family genealogy was an eternal achievement.

「In a corner of the Chen Family Mansion.」

A dark figure stood with his hands behind his back, his head slightly lifted as he gazed at the gloomy sky. Dark clouds were gathering, and the wind was beginning to howl. Perhaps the first snow of the year was about to arrive.

"Twenty-seven years old," the man in black spoke, his voice so indifferent as to be devoid of any emotion. "A little earlier than I anticipated. Very good.

"So, kill. Kill your way here, and the position of Chen Family Head will be yours."

The man in black slowly walked away, but his mechanical voice still echoed in the air. "I will wait at the gates of the Chen Family Mansion for your return."

"Boss, don't tell me this sword is a family heirloom, is it?" after much pondering, Yang Hu still couldn't figure it out and couldn't help but ask. "Is that why only you can draw it?"

Chen Yang shook his head. He was just as curious.

"Anyway, I've given you the clue. Whether or not you look for your birth parents is entirely up to you," Ren Tong said, seeming relaxed, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

「After lunch.」

Chen Yang formally said his goodbyes.

Before leaving, Chen Yang smiled. "After things settle down in Lingjin City, I should still bring you to live with me."

"No, there's no need!" Ren Tong waved his hands repeatedly. "You hold a high position. How would it look to have an old man like me by your side? Besides, I've gotten used to a life without the roar of cannons. This place is full of old friends. I can't bear to leave them."

"I'll come visit you often when I have time." Chen Yang understood his temperament, so he didn't press the issue. He just waved and turned to leave.

Ren Tong stood at the doorway watching him go, a faint smile on his lips.

Only when Chen Yang was out of sight did Ren Tong pull out his phone, his expression conflicted. After much hesitation, he finally made a call.

"Hello, is this Qi Xiang?"

"You called my number, who else would it be, a ghost? You old geezer, who said you could call me? I cut ties with you a long time ago!" a roar came from the phone, the tone sharp and extremely hostile.

Ren Tong's expression was one of helplessness. "I'm just calling to let you know that someone will be coming to cause trouble for you soon. You should probably hide."

"Who would dare cause trouble for me? That adopted son of yours? He's a useless piece of trash! What right does he have to cause problems for me? That's ridiculous!" Qi Xiang didn't listen at all. Instead, her voice rose an octave with arrogance. "You of all people should know my status now! The one you should be warning is him, not me!

"If he really dares to show up, I won't give you any face at all, you old fool.

"And don't you dare call me again! Just hearing your voice makes me sick!"

The moment she finished speaking, she hung up.

Ren Tong clutched his phone and gave a self-deprecating smile. We were father and daughter, after all. That's why I made this call. I've done all I can. How could I not see what Chen Yang was planning? The only reason I didn't say anything was because I knew Chen Yang's temperament. Once family was involved, especially the people he cared about most, not even the Heavenly King himself could change his mind. Once Chen Yang investigated and found the truth, I could guess Qi Xiang's fate without even having to think. Qi Xiang might have latched onto some rich young master, but what did that amount to in front of Chen Yang?

Ren Tong didn't dwell on it. He wasn't the type to hold onto things he couldn't change.

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