Joy of Life: Me, the Second Prince? Summon Yuan Tiangang!

This isn't a no-go, it's a recommendation for the treasure book "Joy of Life: I'm the Second Prince? Summoning Yuan Tiangang!"

The blade is covered with strange patterns resembling cracks. These patterns are not carved later, but seem to have been naturally formed in the fire and forging process, carrying a wild beauty that is completely natural.

What's even more chilling is the blade of this sword. It doesn't have the dazzling luster of an ordinary sword; instead, it has a deep, dark blue-green hue, as if it could devour the surrounding light. Just looking at it gives one the illusion that their soul is being torn apart.

"This...this is..."

Among the crowd, a well-informed military general stared intently at the sword, his voice trembling so much he could barely form a sentence, yet his eyes blazed with an unprecedented fervor.

The moment the eldest prince, Li Chengru, saw the sword, his usually calm and composed eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light.

He was a pure military general who guarded the border for many years, fighting his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

For a military general, gold, silver, and beautiful women are not as tempting as a peerless divine weapon.

Li Chengru strode down the steps, not even paying attention to the bride beside him, and went straight to the wooden box.

He stretched out his calloused hand and carefully, as if handling a priceless treasure, grasped the hilt of the sword.

"Clang!"

The longsword was drawn from its sheath, emitting a clear whistle like a dragon's roar.

Li Chengru flicked his wrist slightly, creating a sword flourish. In an instant, a bright blue light filled the hall, and a chilling killing intent accompanied by a sharp sword wind forced the surrounding officials to retreat repeatedly. Even Xie Bi'an couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

"What a fine sword!" Li Chengru couldn't help but shout, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration and awe. He flicked the blade lightly with his finger.

"bite--"

The sword vibrated, producing a clear and melodious sound that lingered for a long time.

"The sword is long and slender, weighing three pounds and six ounces. It is forged entirely from cold iron and refined gold, supplemented with meteorite from outer space. Its sword aura is restrained yet not dissipated, its sharpness concealed yet not revealed." Li Chengru stroked the strange patterns on the sword's surface, his voice tinged with an incredulous excitement. "Second brother, this... does this sword have a name!?"

Seeing Li Chengru's obvious delight, Li Chengze's lips curled into a smile. "This sword is called Gan Jiang!"

"call--"

Someone in the crowd let out a long, stale breath.

Immediately afterwards, as if dominoes had been knocked over, a series of exclamations echoed throughout the hall.

The oppressive shadow of death that had been weighing on everyone's hearts and driving them almost mad finally dissipated at that moment.

It wasn't a hidden weapon. It wasn't a massacre. It was just a delivery of a sword.

Many officials even felt their legs go weak and almost collapsed to the ground.

They looked at each other's pale faces, their eyes filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

Fan Xian stood in the crowd and let out a long sigh. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling that his clothes were soaked through.

"Damn it, Li Chengze is a madman, he did it on purpose! He definitely did it on purpose!" Fan Xian cursed inwardly. Looking at Li Chengze's ambiguous smile, he knew that the other party must have guessed his fear and deliberately used such a large box to scare him.

However, despite his scolding, Fan Xian felt completely at ease.

As long as Li Chengze isn't here to overturn the table today, it doesn't matter if he wears this 40-pound iron turtle costume for nothing. Saving his life is more important than anything else.

Holding Gan Jiang in his hand, Li Chengru stared intently at Li Chengze: "Second brother, this gift... is too extravagant. Although Gan Jiang is nameless, judging from the craftsmanship and materials, it is priceless, beyond compare. Where did you obtain such a treasure?"

Li Chengze smiled slightly, a subtle, profound meaning flashing in his eyes.

He won this Gan Jiang sword in a lottery before, and he won several of them.

Li Chengze was not surprised that the eldest prince liked the sword so much.

This was because he specifically chose it. As for why he chose to send Gan Jiang, there are two reasons.

Firstly, Li Chengru was a pure military general, obsessed with martial arts and weaponry. Giving him gold, silver, jewels, antiques, or calligraphy and paintings would not be as practical as giving him a peerless weapon that could fight alongside him on the battlefield. This is called catering to his interests.

The second most important point is that Li Chengru did him a great favor a few days ago.

"Brother, you flatter me," Li Chengze said casually, taking a sip of red wine. "A fine sword is a gift for a hero. This Ganjiang sword is indeed precious, but in the hands of those pedantic scholars who only know how to dabble in literature, it's nothing more than a piece of scrap metal. Only in the hands of a peerless warrior like you, brother, can it drink the blood of the enemy and reveal its true divine nature. I obtained this sword by chance, and keeping it would be a waste. Why not offer it as a congratulatory gift for your wedding?"

Li Chengru gave Li Chengze a deep look. He wasn't stupid; he naturally understood the other layer of meaning in Li Chengze's words.

"Drinking the blood of the enemy..." Li Chengru silently pondered these words. He knew that Li Chengze was giving him this sword not only as a token of gratitude but also as a reminder that he shouldn't concern himself with this matter, but only with the affairs of the border. At the same time, Li Chengru also understood the second meaning: that he should leave as soon as possible.

"Alright! Since it's my second brother's kind intention, then I, as the eldest brother, won't be pretentious!" Li Chengru laughed heartily, and with a flick of his wrist, the Ganjiang sword transformed into a streak of green light, accurately landing back into the wooden box.

"Clang!"

The sword case closed, and the sharp sword energy instantly subsided, restoring calm to the hall once again.

Li Chengru handed the sword case to the guard behind him, then strode forward and patted Li Chengze heavily on the shoulder: "Second brother, I'm very happy that you could come today. I'll accept this sword. After the wedding, we brothers must find some time to have a good drink!"

"It's a deal." Li Chengze smiled, raised the luminous cup in his hand, clinked it lightly with Li Chengru's, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing this, all the guests finally breathed a sigh of relief. The atmosphere visibly eased. Although no one dared to make a loud noise, at least the smiles that had been stiff on their faces finally showed some signs of life.

The musicians of the Imperial Music Bureau were very perceptive and immediately resumed playing cheerful music.

The melodious music seemed to completely wash away the heavy killing intent from before.

Just then, a sharp and long shout came from outside the hall.

"Imperial edict arrives—"

Although the sound was sharp, it was extremely penetrating, instantly drowning out the joyful music in the hall.

Everyone, including Li Chengze and the eldest prince, immediately stopped smiling and turned to look at the door.

An old eunuch, dressed in a bright red python robe and with a white face and no beard, entered with small, steady steps, surrounded by a group of imperial guards, carrying a huge tray covered with bright yellow silk in both hands.