My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

"Those ten swords,"

"Hundred Swords,"

"A Thousand Swords,"

"Ten Thousand Swords..."

"how?"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was as if a gentle breeze swept through the cave, dispersing some of the stagnant evil energy.

The Corpse King's advancing steps paused almost imperceptibly.

The blood-gold flames flickered in his eyes, as if he hadn't heard clearly, or couldn't believe the words uttered by this tiny human.

Ten swords? A hundred swords? A thousand swords? Tens of thousands of swords?

It made a strange "hoho" sound from its throat, like a sneer, or like it was angered by the "arrogant" words.

"A thousand... ten thousand swords? What a joke! This place... has only a few dozen remaining soldiers! Human... have you... gone mad?"

It looked around the cave and saw that, apart from the already destroyed sword, there were indeed several rusted and broken ancient swords and halberds stuck diagonally in the dust and broken armor.

Scattered here and there, they add up to no more than a dozen.

Where do thousands of swords come from?

Chi Yangzi's heart tightened, and he looked at Ye Qingfeng with confusion.

What do you mean by that, senior?

Could it be some kind of psychological warfare tactic?

But judging from Ye Qingfeng's calm and composed expression, it didn't seem like he was faking it.

Faced with the Corpse King's doubts and ridicule, Ye Qingfeng did not argue.

The corners of his lips seemed to curve upwards in a barely perceptible arc, his smile as faint as a wisp of smoke.

He no longer looked at the Corpse King, nor at the ancient swords that remained in the cave.

Instead, he turned slightly to the side, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick cave walls, directed towards the distance, towards the Black Mountain Town shrouded in night.

Then, he raised his right hand.

This time, it was no longer guidance, but rather five fingers slightly spread out, pointing towards the void.

He made an extremely gentle, almost inviting, handshake gesture towards the distant town.

Her movements were graceful and natural; her sleeves slipped down, revealing a section of her fair wrist, her posture indescribably elegant and ethereal.

At the same time, he murmured softly, his voice not loud, yet it seemed to carry a strange rhythm.

It resonated with a certain "metallic and chilling" aura in the world:

"The world's sharpest talents are subject to my judgment."

"All iron has a spirit; when gathered together, it becomes a sword."

"Sword, come!"

The last word, "come," was uttered softly, leaving a lingering resonance.

……

Heishan Town, Zhou Mansion.

Night had fallen, but most of the people in the mansion were still shaken and no one could sleep.

Zhou Yongfu held the guard's sword, which he had bought for a "heavy price," as if it were a rare treasure, and sat restlessly in his study.

He had just instructed his steward to hire the best carpenter to craft a magnificent sword rack from the finest sandalwood.

They also needed to go to the antique shops in the city to find the finest brocades and spices.

He had already envisioned in his mind the scene of enshrining this "immortal sword" in a specially cleaned quiet room, burning incense and worshipping it day and night.

"With the immortal sword protecting our home, my Zhou family will surely turn misfortune into good fortune and enjoy lasting wealth and prosperity..."

He stroked the cold scabbard, muttering to himself, a hint of relief at surviving the ordeal and anticipation for the future finally appearing on his face.

Just then—

"Buzz..."

The longsword in his arms, which had been quiet, suddenly emitted a low, yearning tremor without warning!

The sword vibrated slightly in its sheath, causing Zhou Yongfu's arm to go numb slightly!

"Huh?" Zhou Yongfu was taken aback, looking down at the sword in his robes. "This sword..."

Before the words were even finished!

"Clang—!!!"

A clear and resonant sword cry, like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens, suddenly burst forth from the scabbard!

The longsword spontaneously unsheathed itself, transforming into a brilliant blue light, its tip trembling slightly.

It traced a graceful arc in the air, as if paying homage to some unseen being!

"The Legend of Sword and Fairy! The Legend of Sword and Fairy has manifested!"

Zhou Yongfu was first startled, then overjoyed, thinking that his sincere heart had moved the immortal sword, and was about to kneel down in worship.

However, the cyan sword light only paused briefly in the air.

Then the sword spun around, and with a "whoosh," it flew like a swallow returning to its nest or an arrow released from a bow, piercing through the carved wooden window of the study.

Transforming into a streak of light, it shot off rapidly towards the Wild Boar Forest outside the town!

They disappeared into the deep night in the blink of an eye!

The ecstasy on Zhou Yongfu's face froze instantly, turning into extreme astonishment and bewilderment. He rushed to the window, only to see a blue streak rapidly disappearing into the night sky.

"The...the Immortal Sword...flew...flew away?!"

His mind went blank; he couldn't understand what had happened at all.

Six hundred taels of silver... no, it's a destiny to immortality!

How did his destiny to become an immortal vanish on its own?!

Almost at the same time, countless similar scenes were unfolding throughout the Zhou residence and even the entire Black Mountain Town!

Inside the mansion's storeroom, several decorative ceremonial swords, collected from various sources, hummed and vibrated, breaking free from their brocade boxes and bursting out through the window!

Inside the guardhouse, the guards, who were wiping and maintaining their weapons, watched helplessly as their own or their companions' swords were slain.

Suddenly it broke free from the palm, unsheathed itself, and transformed into various colors of cold light, some strong and some weak.

They merged into the ever-growing "river of light" outside the window, flying in the same direction!

The head guard stared in disbelief, holding his thick-backed broadsword that hadn't been "stolen."

"Only...only a flying sword? Why is the knife unharmed?"

Inside the blacksmith's shop, a blacksmith who was forging farm tools by the furnace was horrified to see an unfinished iron sword and several precious swords hanging on the wall.

They all trembled slightly, emitting a soft, resonant sound, and then seemed to be seized by an invisible hand.

They all took off and flew up, passing through the curtain and joining the torrent of metal in the night sky!

In the town, whether it's a wealthy family or an ordinary household... anyone who owns a sword...

At this moment, everyone seemed to be awakened by a supreme "sword edict" from the darkness.

Following the instinct of "sharpness" that comes from the depths of their blood, they break free from all constraints.

Transforming into streaks of light, they converged into a dazzling, metallic galaxy stretching across the night sky, vast and surging endlessly, all flowing into the depths of the Wild Boar Forest!

Countless townspeople were alarmed, opened their windows and doors, and witnessed this unforgettable spectacle.

Thousands of cold lights, like rivers flowing into the sea, like meteors falling backward, pierced the night sky, carrying sharp or low whistling sounds, and disappeared into the dark forests that swallowed the light.

Some were so frightened that they knelt down to pray, some were speechless with shock, and some were completely bewildered.

At this moment, the entire Black Mountain Town was shocked by the terrifying sight of "ten thousand swords paying homage"!

"Immortals... there really are immortals!"

……

Inside the underground cave.

The Corpse King's sinister smile froze on his face.

Chi Yangzi opened his mouth wide and forgot to breathe.

They heard it.

At first, it was an extremely faint buzzing sound from afar, like the fluttering of a swarm of bees on a summer night.

Immediately afterwards, the buzzing sound grew closer and louder, converging into a deep and vast sea of ​​metallic resonance!

The faint light at the entrance to the cave was suddenly filled and illuminated by countless streaks of light shooting towards it!

The flowing light varied in color and intensity.

Some shone as brightly as stars, some were as faint as fireflies, some carried the murderous aura of the battlefield, and some were merely the gleam of ordinary iron...

But they all share the same characteristic—a sword!

The sword is the king of all weapons!

Ancient bronze swords, fine steel longswords, broken swords, rusted swords... thousands upon thousands of them, flowing endlessly, like a metal torrent restrained by an invisible river, crashing into the underground cave!

They surrounded Ye Qingfeng, like subjects paying homage to a king, or soldiers awaiting inspection, silently floating in the air.

The sword's tip, with all its sharpness, was aimed at the already dazed General Corpse King!