Xuanxia

Chapter 786: Sword of Benevolence
On the platform, more and more blood was spilled.

One after another, famous masters came on stage, then left shaking their heads with regret.

The injury caused by the recoil of the magic sword was nothing, but missing out on a great opportunity was always a cause for regret.

However, the only thing that comforted them was that many people who were stronger and more promising than them were eventually shaken away by the sword.

Among these failed people, there were many old acquaintances of Fu Qingzhou.

For example, Xiong Shao from Changqing Escort Agency, Kong Ling from Shenjimen, and even Shangguan Xuan have been on stage.

In addition, the friends and strong men that Master Baihe and his companions had brought on stage also went on stage, including Elder Yu, who also came up to try, but in the end... they all retreated one by one.

Fu Qingzhou also saw Master Baihe and Master Jingming in the audience, but they did not move and remained standing very steadily.

"Are there any other friends who plan to go on stage?"

After another master sighed and left, Fu Qingzhou took a few steps forward, his expression unchanged, and asked with a smile.

"Sir, I want to give it a try."

At this time, a warm and steady voice sounded from the audience.

Afterwards, the second-rank official of the imperial court, who was supposed to not know how to practice cultivation, actually floated lightly in the air and landed on the stage in the surprised gazes of countless people!

He was even wearing official uniform at this time!

"Oh? Lord Yuan?"

Fu Qingzhou didn't seem very surprised: "So you are also a cultivator."

"Decades ago, I also studied at the Sword Academy and once wanted to be admitted to the Sword Pavilion." Yuan Zizhen said calmly, "But I had to obey the orders of my clan, and eventually I embarked on a career in government."

He did not put any talismans on the ground, nor did anyone see what means he used, but his gentle words, like Fu Qingzhou's, floated into the sky and fell into the ears of everyone.

For a moment, the already surprised people in the martial arts world were in an uproar!
This person is really an official!
"I see."

Fu Qingzhou said softly, "Master Yuan is well-known for his kindness. I'm afraid he is the master of the Sword of Kindness... Please."

Hearing this, a hint of displeasure flashed in Yuan Zizheng's eyes.

He had just looked for Fu Qingzhou and told him that he couldn't wield the Sword of Benevolence. He also specifically asked him to find someone to test the sword, but Fu Qingzhou ended up doing this!
What’s even more terrible is that the threshold of the Seventh Realm was set in front of countless people!

He slowly walked to Fu Qingzhou's side, stood in front of the Renjian sword rack, and stretched out his hand.

"Master Fu."

This time, when he spoke again, Yuan Zizhen did not use any magic. His voice was as thin as a mosquito, and no one could hear it except Fu Qingzhou who was close by: "What on earth are you doing?"

"Master Yuan, you still want the Sword of Benevolence."

Fu Qingzhou did not answer, but chuckled and said: "Even though I know I can't hold the sword, I still want to give it a try."

His voice also did not spread, and only the two of them could hear it.

Yuan Zizheng's pupils shrank and his half-extended hand froze.

"Mr. Yuan is truly kindhearted. He is willing to take risks for the sake of the people of the world."

Fu Qingzhou continued, "Don't worry. With your status and position, no one will suspect that you covet the position of leader of this small Xuan League. Even if you fail, no one will say anything."

"You should know that you will anger some people by doing this...and they will do terrible things to you." Yuan Zizhen said softly.

Fu Qingzhou smiled at him: "I know."

Yuan Zizheng turned his head and looked at the young man with complicated eyes.

He has been in the officialdom for decades and has done many things and met many people in order to get to the top. Some of them are smarter than Fu Qingzhou, some are more cunning than Fu Qingzhou, and some have deeper emotions than Fu Qingzhou.

But... there are very few people that he cannot see through at all... The young man in front of him is one of them.

Because this young man really doesn't seem to be afraid of death.

Does he really believe in himself? If not, why did he allow all this to happen? Is he not afraid of death?
People are not afraid of the powerful, but they are always afraid of the dead for no reason.

The people are not afraid of death, how can they be afraid of death?
This statement also applies to a certain person.

When a person obviously has no fear of life or death, even if he is weaker than you, even if he is not as smart as you, even if he is under your control, you will always be afraid of him for no reason.

"Master Yuan."

Fu Qingzhou's voice interrupted his thoughts: "Don't be nervous, just hold it, it's okay even if you fail."

“……” Yuan Zizheng came back to his senses and regained some composure. After taking a deep breath, he placed his hand on the hilt of the Ren Sword and gripped it tightly.

The next moment, a force began to burst out from the Ren Sword, and was about to blow him away!
Yuan Zizheng's pupils narrowed and he opened his mouth.

"My past actions may have resulted in the death of innocent people or accidental injuries, all because of the chaos of the world and the unpredictable human mind. However, my heart is not for my own honor or disgrace, but for the people of the world. For the word 'benevolence', I will fight through all difficulties and never regret even if I die nine times!"

Fu Qingzhou, who was standing by, heard it carefully and raised his eyebrows.

Yuan Zizheng spoke this very quickly, but his words were very clear. Although his voice was small, it reached his ears accurately.

"Do you want to convince Ren Jian?"

Fu Qingzhou sneered in his heart: "So, he knew."

Communicating with the Eight Kingly Swords is a huge secret, so big that only the Sword Master can know it.

When Ning Baimei first obtained the Dejian, he told himself in private that if the Dejian didn't help when necessary, he should just find a way to convince it. After all, it wasn't a real creature and wasn't that smart. As long as it was in line with its ideas, it would help you temporarily, even if it wouldn't help you exert its full strength.

Yuan Zizheng had said a lot before, and it was unknown whether it was true or false, but now, facing Ren Jian’s temptation... he still opened his mouth.

Of course he wanted this sword.

And...who told him about this trick?
Which sword master might he come into contact with?

After he finished the first paragraph, the light that was about to shine from the Sword of Benevolence visibly dimmed.

Seeing this, Yuan Zizheng's eyes suddenly flashed with joy.

Not only him, but everyone in the audience was also in an uproar!
No one had been able to hold the sword for more than a breath before, but now, Yuan Zizheng had already held the sword for three breaths. Although the light was still flickering, it did not shake him away!
Could it be that he is the master of the Renjian Sword!

However, only Yuan Zizhen knew that the power on the hilt of the sword was still repelling him.

"The past is like clouds and smoke, and the merits and demerits are left for future generations to judge. I know in my heart that I have no regrets before heaven and earth, and no regrets about the word 'benevolence'!"

He quickly added: "What I ask for today is not to beg for mercy, but to petition. I wish to use my broken body and the power of the sword of benevolence to protect the stability of Dayan and the peace of my people! From now on, no matter whether it is a stormy or prosperous era, I swear to protect benevolence with the sword and practice the way in my heart with action!"

This time, he spoke faster and softer.

But no matter what, it always works.

The light on the Ren Sword gradually subsided, and finally disappeared completely, sinking back into the hilt.

At this moment, it was like an ordinary sword, without any movement.

But this is the biggest movement!

Yuan Zizheng finally couldn't hide his joy anymore. He smiled, held the sword up horizontally, looked at it carefully in front of his eyes, and was so excited that his body was shaking!

There was a sound like a tidal wave from the audience; it was the discussion of countless people in the martial arts world.

But he couldn't hear clearly what they were saying. All he could hear was Fu Qingzhou's words beside him.

"Congratulations, Master Yuan, congratulations, Master Yuan, on becoming the Master of the Sword of Benevolence!"

This sentence really made Yuanzi even happier.

His eyes lit up and he suddenly raised the sword of benevolence above his head!
"Everyone!"

The cunning he had acquired from decades in the court quickly calmed him down.

He still had a smile on his face, but his voice was as steady as water: "I, Yuan Zizhen, will use this sword to slay all the evil spirits in Dayan and restore peace to the world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, although there was no special change in the Ren Sword, an indescribable force instantly spread out, like a breeze, blowing through the hearts of everyone present.

It is a kind of "kindness" and "compassion". Even the most brutal and cold-hearted people will have soft tentacles in their hearts at this moment and think of things that can soften their hearts.

Not only that, but there are also visions to support it.

The moment the Ren Sword was raised, an extremely clear dragon roar was heard.

That was not an illusion or hallucination, it was the real roar of a dragon!
It was not scary, nor did it have any power, but it was extremely clear and bright. It was exactly the sound made by the trembling sword of benevolence when it was raised high!

Even the entire world was shaking slightly at this moment due to the whistling sound!
There was a thunderous roar from the audience instantly. It was cheering, responding, surrendering and admiring.

But Fu Qingzhou didn't go to listen.

His face turned slightly cold and he looked in another direction.

Below the stage, Master Baihe raised his head, looked at him, and then nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)