I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 486 Before Becoming a Sword
After five years apart, Xiong Ba and You Ruo, father and daughter, had to have a chat.

Ying Xun was quite sensible. After breakfast, he prepared to leave the place to the father and daughter. However, his daughter, Ying You, was very attached to her mother and did not want to leave with her. So, he could only take his two sons to stroll around the lakeside pavilion.

To be honest, he spent more than a month in bits and pieces at the lakeside cottage, but he never really explored it properly.

The father and his two sons, like lions patrolling their territory, traversed almost every corner of the lakeside cottage.

The garden was a sea of ​​gold. Ying Xun still couldn't understand why most of the flowers that bloom in autumn are yellow. The garden was full of chrysanthemums, but strangely, even the leaves of these chrysanthemums had a strong fragrance.

“Son-in-law, these are wild chrysanthemums from Ezhou. They were discovered by our Winner’s caravan by chance. This flower is very suitable for making perfume.”

I hadn't noticed Wen Chou Chou with the hoe until now, but he suddenly appeared. I took a few steps forward and found him digging a hole, with a lot of small tree roots next to him.

"Why aren't you helping the World Society? What are you doing digging this hole?"

Wen Chou Chou was initially assigned to the Winners in Anzhou. Later, with the return of Xiong Ba and Qin Shuang's re-entry into the World Society, he was invited back to the World Society to continue serving as the Grand Steward.

In addition to serving as the Grand Steward of the World Society, he was also responsible for liaison between Wushuang City, the World Society, and Jiaozhou City.

It is worth mentioning that during his time in Anzhou City, Wen Chou Chou, with his outstanding abilities and experience, quickly became Zhao Huaien's right-hand man and came into contact with the Ying family's business, including perfume.

“Young master, when we were in Anzhou City, this old servant took a liking to perfumery. Now that I’ve returned to the World Society, when I have nothing to do, I come to the Lakeside Pavilion to plant some flowers. I’m digging holes to bury the roots of these flowers. I’m burying them deep so that I can dig them up and plant them again next spring.”

Ying Xun nodded, squatted down, and examined the wild chrysanthemums closely.

Wild chrysanthemums are everywhere, but this patch of wild chrysanthemums in front of me smells really amazing.

Although it looks similar to ordinary wild chrysanthemums, its leaves are larger and thicker, and it produces more flowers.

Just by plucking a small piece of leaf, your hand is filled with a wonderful fragrance, like lemon, mint, and a hint of musk. The aroma is so strong that it repels mosquitoes, flies, and other pests.

More importantly, the mixed fragrance actually made Ying Xun feel cool and comfortable, and calm his mind, which shows that its calming effect is very significant.

Seeing Ying Xun's actions, Wen Chou Chou laughed and said, "Young master, this flower is called 'scented chrysanthemum.' Not only do its flowers have a unique fragrance, but the juice extracted from its leaves is also quite wonderful. I've discovered that when these juices are mixed and blended, the fragrance lasts longer than ordinary perfumes, and it also has a calming and soothing effect."

"It does have a calming and tranquilizing effect, and the effect is quite good. It could be used to make incense, and it would surely be highly sought after by people in the martial arts world. We should study it carefully."

With Ying Xun's current cultivation level and state of mind, he can enter a meditative state at any time without needing external objects to calm his mind, but others do need them.

That's all money.

Of course, money is just a number to him, so what he values ​​is not the calming and concentration effect, but the potential medicinal value it may contain.

"Steward Zhao said the same thing; large-scale planting and research are already underway in Anzhou City," Wen Chou Chou said with a smile.

“Huai En was farsighted.” Ying Xun smiled, then suddenly remembered something and asked, “By the way, how are Qiu Jin and Lian Xiang? Did they go back to the World Society with you?”

"Both of them are married, and married very well. They are your Blood-Clad Guards, and are now fourth-rank officials' wives. Their children are a little younger than the eldest son."

"You already have children?"

"Well, it's been five years since then."

"Yes, five years have passed in the blink of an eye." Ying Xun was somewhat dazed as he recalled the past five years.

Five years!

These were the most comfortable five years of his life, free from grudges and fighting.

Of course, he wasn't idle during those five years.

Most of the time, he would use the Heavenly Cry and the Nine Void Boundless Realms to comprehend the various martial arts techniques of this world.

This world is quite vast, and martial arts here are not much less advanced than in some fantasy worlds.

After five years of development, Yingxun's strength has made substantial progress.

In particular, in terms of swordsmanship, he has already stepped from the Heavenly Sword Realm to the Boundless Sword Realm.

Perhaps due to his state of mind, among the many divine skills and unique techniques such as the Four Absolute Techniques of Hun Tian, ​​the Myriad Paths of the Forest, the Crimson Fire Divine Skill, the Sacred Heart Technique, and the Wuqiu Yijue, Ying Xun had the deepest understanding of the Wuqiu Yijue. It was precisely because of the wonder of the Wuqiu Yijue that he was able to elevate many of his divine skills to a higher level.

Sometimes he wondered if the sword being forged was really needed.

However, he did not slack off on that sword; he used every available resource under his command to forge it.

Ying Xun was eagerly anticipating what kind of shock the sword would bring to the world after its emergence.

His gaze turned toward the direction of Baijian Manor, and then suddenly froze.

"Hmm?...The day when the sword is completed is not far off!"

……

……

A month later.

Sword Worship Manor, Sword Pool.

The Sword Pool was like a furnace, extremely hot, with waves of heat that felt almost tangible.

In the Sword Pool, besides Zhong Mei, Tie Shen, and Tie Kuang Tu, there were several strong and tall men, all of whom were renowned swordsmiths in the land of China.

At this moment, they were drenched in sweat and suffering from the intense heat, but they didn't care at all. They all looked at the sword furnace at the very center of the sword pool with extremely fervent eyes.

For a blacksmith, being able to forge such a divine weapon is nothing short of supreme glory, and he would not hesitate to sacrifice his life for it.

The sword furnace was connected to the underground cave, from which earth fire surged forth, and a steady, calm breathing sound could be faintly heard.

The breathing sound came from the Fire Qilin.

Two years ago, after the Fire Qilin suppressed the earth fire, Ying Xun brought it to the Sword Worship Manor to help forge swords.

The flames that burst forth were blue-white, with an eerie red tinge within. They were incredibly hot; any ordinary sword or blade that came into contact with even a tiny spark would instantly turn into a pool of liquid.

At this moment, amidst the endless flames, a long sword stood horizontally in the air.

Its shape looks exactly like the peerless sword.

But this is not a peerless sword.

It's simply because in this world, the best form of a sword is a peerless sword.

The next moment, it transformed from a peerless sword into a knife.

A gleaming, cold blade!

When the blade was completed, it chilled the originally scorching sword pool.

The shape of this sword closely resembles the Snow Drinking Saber.

Similarly, the Snow Drinking Saber's form didn't last long before it turned into a whip again.

A long, gleaming golden whip, resembling a golden dragon.

Then came halberds, axes, long clubs...

Clearly, this weapon, which is about to be forged, possesses the same function as the divine stone, and can be transformed in countless ways.

hum! !

Suddenly, this peerless divine weapon emitted a tremor.

As a trembling sound rang out, a strange wave spread from the sword, suppressing the flames wherever it passed, as if bowing in submission to this peerless divine weapon. To the ears of the swordsmiths, this trembling sound was like the wailing of ghosts and gods, possessing a terrifying power.

The two swordsmiths with the worst cultivation and mental state immediately had their true energy surge uncontrollably, their faces flushed, they staggered backward, and couldn't help but spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

Among them, Tie Kuangtu, who was already violent and possessed demonic nature, was plagued by illusions. He suddenly roared, his ferocity surged, his eyes turned blood red, and he raised his fist to kill all the living beings in front of him.

Just as he was about to make his move, a hand gently patted his shoulder.

Tie Kuangtu was struck dumb; his flushed face turned deathly pale in an instant, and he also spat out a mouthful of blood.

When he turned around and saw the person approaching, his pale face showed even more fear and horror.

The newcomers were Ying Xun and the First Evil Emperor.

As for the others, they were also affected to varying degrees, and due to their different obsessions, their reactions differed; some were heartbroken, while others laughed maniacally...

The reason why the First Evil Emperor has been stationed at the Sword Worship Manor for the past five years is that he is needed to deal with this situation.

Because the weapons about to be born contain some evil weapons, such as the evil energy of the Great Evil King, if there is no master like the First Evil Emperor who has complete control over demonic nature, everyone in the Sword Worship Manor will be corrupted by the evil energy, their personalities will become extreme, and they may even become bloodthirsty demons who lose their humanity and kill anyone they see.

However, with Ying Xun around now, there's no need for the First Evil Emperor to intervene.

After dealing with everyone's situation, Ying Xun looked at the peerless divine weapon in the furnace.

"Yes, there's just one last step left."

The First Evil Emperor nodded in agreement: "Indeed, it still needs blood to break through and draw out the divine will."

The First Evil Emperor didn't stay in those five years for nothing; he learned quite a bit about sword forging.

The weapon is almost complete, but it still lacks divine inspiration.

It's the same principle as a peerless sword requiring the blood of the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance.

This divine weapon far surpasses any other sword; it must be forged by drinking the blood of millions of people, or the blood of an unparalleled expert.

Ying Xun paused for a moment, then said, "Even my blood might not be enough to forge this sword, but it can allow the world to witness it and attract some people to help me complete it."

After saying this, Ying Xun cut his finger, and a drop of blood flew out, instantly landing on the peerless divine weapon.

In the blink of an eye, the blood had merged into the divine weapon, and the divine weapon on the sword furnace seemed to be tasting something delicious, and began to tremble violently.

Faintly, everyone seemed to hear the divine weapon roaring.

An excited roar.

At the same time, a sword aura emanated from the divine weapon, causing the group of swordsmiths to retreat one after another. They felt the sword aura filling the entire sword pool, giving them a feeling of being slowly tortured.

boom!
An unprecedented sword aura shot into the sky, as if a hole had been punched in the heavens.

This divine weapon was forged from the very beginning with the sword as its foundation, so it has always been a sword, a sword that can transform in countless ways.

Above the Sword Worship Manor, the wind and clouds surged, and the sky and earth changed color. The overwhelming sword energy continued to gather, and finally condensed into the phantom of a peerless sword, like a sword supporting the sky.

"I was just thinking of using you to attract the world's best, but I didn't expect the Heavenly Sword to have arrived."

Ying Xun smiled, turned around and looked at the passageway leading into the sword pool. His gaze seemed to pierce through countless buildings and see a "sword" that was in perfect harmony with heaven and man.

"He arrived quickly." The First Evil Emperor also turned around and laughed, "Speaking of which, that girl Third Tong has made some progress in her swordsmanship. Didn't she want to know how good she is? Now that this strongest swordsman has arrived, why don't we let her go and learn a thing or two?"

"Your master is really wicked, but I like it. Let's go and call that girl."

……

Dozens of miles away, a figure in black was hurrying along.

The newcomer, wielding the Hero's Sword, was none other than the former martial arts legend—Nameless.

As one of the most outstanding masters in the world, and a master renowned for his swordsmanship, he could clearly sense the terrifying aura within the Sword Worship Manor even from dozens of miles away.

Wuming's expression turned solemn, and he quickened his pace.

His greatest skill was not lightness of foot, but even so, few in the entire martial arts world could match him. So he soon arrived at the gate of Baijian Manor.

Feeling the Hero Sword tremble in his hand, the Nameless Man, who had stopped moving, became even more solemn.

He could sense that the divine weapon was about to be born.

If this divine weapon were to fall into the hands of someone with malicious intent, it would likely bring unimaginable calamity to the world.

That's why he came to Baijian Manor.

However, no one knows how many experts will be attracted by the appearance of this divine weapon. If Ying Xunruo cannot arrive in time, then he and the First Evil Emperor may not be able to stop those who covet this divine weapon.

Just as Wuming was feeling worried, he suddenly felt a strange fluctuation coming from him.

Then, a sword aura shot into the sky.

boom!
The mighty sword energy soared straight into the sky, then condensed into a flawless spear in the air, like a pillar supporting the heavens, stirring up the clouds and changing the color of the world.

"This……"

Even the legendary swordsman, Tianjian Wuming, who was revered as a "martial arts legend" in the martial arts world, was utterly shocked by what he saw.

The hero's sword in his hand trembled even more violently, and a surge of righteous energy erupted from it.

Nameless tightened his grip on the Hero's Sword and muttered to himself, "Old friend, don't get excited."

Although the Hero Sword only followed the Nameless One for a few decades, it was forged by a great swordsman and had aged over thousands of years. How could it possibly contend with this divine weapon that was at its zenith?

If we must fight back, the only outcome will be the shattering of our swords.

Suppressing the vibrations of the Hero's Sword, Nameless prepared to enter the Sword Worship Manor.

Just then, a loud laugh rang out.

"Junior Aotian greets Senior Wuming. Senior is a legend in the martial arts world. It is a great honor for you to grace Baijian Manor with your presence."

As the words fell, in addition to Ao Tian in his red brocade robe, three other people drifted over.

Dressed in a green robe, he looked like an immortal.

Dressed in black, he was both righteous and wicked.

The last one was a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old. She had a beautiful and refined face, with delicate eyebrows and eyes. She was wearing a green dress and carrying a long sword that did not match her size.

"Master Ao, please forgive my uninvited visit."

Wuming first clasped his hands in greeting to Aotian before greeting Ying Xun and the other two, saying with a smile, "Brother Ying, Brother Xiehuang, and Third Miss, it's been five years. How have you been?"

"Brother Wuming, it's been five years. How have you been?"

“Brother Wuming”.

"This junior greets the nameless senior."

After the three returned the greeting, they noticed that Wuming was carrying the Hero's Sword. Ying Xun asked with some surprise, "Didn't you pass the Hero's Sword to Jian Chen? How come..."

Before he could finish speaking, Aotian interrupted him in a low voice, "Master, Jian Chen died two years ago."

(End of this chapter)