I stormed down the mountain, took down all the big shots in the city, and the female CEO dragged me

Rumble...

The ground suddenly shook, and Ye Wu, who was practicing his martial arts according to the movements in the painting, lost his footing and almost fell to the ground.

"What happened?"

"It looks like an earthquake?"

Kim Kyung-seok, who was standing next to him, looked into the distance in horror.

"No, it's not an earthquake."

Suddenly remembering something, Ye Wu strode towards the collection pavilion at the back.

Inside the collection pavilion, the tightly closed door was shaken open, and Ding Chen leaned against the wall to barely keep his balance.

Bald Master Yin stood firmly in place with his feet apart, his mouth agape in astonishment.

Xu Yuan stood on the stone he had dug back from Buzhou Mountain, holding the broken sword he had just pulled out.

"This is quite easy."

Wishing to brandish the broken sword in his hand, he said, "It looks like a good thing, except it has a chip and no rust."

He turned the sword hilt over and examined it carefully again: "However, it doesn't seem like something that's a thousand years old. If you were to say it's a few hundred years old, it would be more like it."

"Unfortunately, the most important thing is missing."

Xu Yuan touched a small, recessed circle at the bottom of the sword hilt.

"Without the sword spirit, it's just an ordinary sword."

If the sword spirit were still intact, after tempering, it might be able to reach the level of a celestial weapon.

"Bang..."

The door was kicked open, and Master Yin only snapped out of his shock when he saw Ye Wu enter.

"Did they really pull it out?"

"You really pulled it out."

He seemed not to believe it, and ran to Xu Yuan's side, frantically stroking the spot where the broken sword was stuck.

"How did you do that?"

"That's easy, just pull it gently, it comes out. Is it that difficult?"

As he spoke, Xu Yuan stuffed the broken sword back into his hand.

"No..." Master Yin quickly stopped him.

"You still want to watch?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xu Yuan easily pulled it out, as easily as if she were picking up a piece of clothing.

Master Yin stood there dumbfounded, his mouth dry, unable to utter a single word.

Since this thing was brought back, countless so-called experts have tried to pull it out, but even those who have devoted their entire lives to it have failed.

Making a wish was as simple as pulling out a bottle of water.

Ding Chen stood by the wall and secretly swallowed.

When he thought he had mastered his skills, he even tried to pull out the broken sword.

But he never succeeded. He heard that his master had tried, but also failed to pull it out.

Previously, Xu Yuan's great victory over Wei Tingshan was already shocking enough, but now he has easily drawn the broken sword.

"Without the sword spirit, it's just a broken sword."

Xu Yuan casually tossed the toy to Master Yin, saying, "Keep it if you like, I don't want it."

Master Yin hurriedly took it. The broken sword that Xu Yuan could easily lift with one hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds to him.

If he hadn't had some skill, he would have made a fool of himself.

"You pulled it out?" Ye Wu looked at Xu Yuan in disbelief, but was calmer than Ding Chen and Master Yin.

"You just said this is a celestial artifact?"

An indestructible artifact?

"With the sword spirit within, it is a celestial artifact."

Without a sword spirit, it's not even a magic weapon; it's just an ordinary broken sword, practically useless.

Xu Yuan jumped off the rock and patted the dirt off his hands.

"Finding the sword spirit won't be an easy task."

Let alone something from thousands of years ago, you might not even be able to find something from a hundred years ago.

Ye Wu walked up to Master Yin with some skepticism and reached out to pick up the broken sword.

"Be careful, it's heavy."

"How heavy can it be?"

Ye Wu ignored Master Yin's reminder; he had seen Xu Yuan swinging the broken sword around with one hand.

Before he could even close his mouth to speak, the instant his fingers touched the broken sword, he immediately realized that Master Yin's warning was true.

The broken sword, though not very long, is something most people couldn't lift.

He abandoned his sword and turned his gaze back to Xu Yuan.

"Is it possible to reshape the sword spirit?"

"Reshape the sword spirit?"

He muttered to himself that there was actually a way, but he couldn't say it.

If this were to fall into the hands of certain individuals, who would want to reshape the sword soul to achieve their goals, countless people would die.

"There's nothing we can do unless the person who forged this sword is still alive and can reforge it."

No, not anyone else.

As Xu Yuan was about to leave, he suddenly caught a glimpse of bamboo strips piled up in the corner.

He walked quickly over, squatted down, and picked up the bamboo slips one by one.

"These are all broken, Mr. Xu, why don't you choose something else you like?" Ding Chen said softly, noticing Xu Yuan's interest in the tattered bamboo slips.

He promised Ye Wu a cultivation technique to help him recover, and then drew his broken sword. It wouldn't sound good if word got out that he only brought a few broken bamboo slips.

If people knew, they would think that Old Ye was stingy and unwilling to give out good things.

"Didn't you say I could choose whatever I wanted here?"

"I want these nine bamboo slips." Xu Yuan held the bamboo slips in his hand as if they were precious treasures.

In fact, the bamboo slips were indeed treasures; he could feel the rich dragon energy as soon as he touched them.

Once he returns and makes some minor repairs, it will surely become a unique and divine artifact, even more useful than the cauldron he carries.

"Since Mr. Xu insists, then let Mr. Xu make the decision."

Ye Wu spoke in a low voice and took the lead in walking out of the collection pavilion.

He's always been a bit strange when it comes to making wishes, but he's gotten used to it.

"Your self-cultivation technique is truly remarkable. I only practiced it twice, and my internal injuries have already improved significantly."

Ye Wu shared his feelings with Xu Yuan: "How long are you staying in Beijing this time?"

"By the way, do you have a place to stay?"

If you have nowhere to stay, come stay at my place, and we can have a good chat.

As Xu Yuan stepped out of the collection pavilion, the broken sword in Master Yin's hand seemed to be summoned and suddenly and uncontrollably plunged back into the stone.

Upon hearing the sound, Ye Wu and Ding Chen instinctively turned around to look. The broken sword emitted a buzzing sound, with only the hilt lying outside, as if it had never been drawn.

Master Yin looked bewildered and exchanged a glance with Ye Wu, not knowing what had happened either.

Xu Yuan continued walking forward without turning his head. Ye Wu came back to his senses and glanced at his back.

"This guy definitely has some secrets up his sleeve."

After saying goodbye to Ye Wu, Xu Yuan and Jin Jingshuo left the villa.

Seeing the door close, Kim Kyung-seok finally let out a sigh of relief.

"My God, that really scared me."

"Mr. Xu, nothing happened to you in the back, right?"

He wasn't qualified to go to the collection area, so he stayed at the front waiting, completely unaware of what was happening behind him.

Nothing happened.

Xu Yuan responded calmly, glancing discreetly at the bamboo slips in her bag: "They're just polite words."

"Mr. Xu, I really have to thank you this time." Kim Kyung-seok was extremely grateful to Xu Yuan.

He gained a lot from this visit to General Ye.

If their relationship with General Ye Wu progresses further, their own power can increase tenfold.

creak...

The car suddenly stopped, and the driver stared at the car that had suddenly blocked his way, his expression serious.

"It seems to be Li Quanyou."

Xu Yuan looked up and saw Li Quanyou get out of the back seat of the car and send someone to Xu Yuan's car window.

"Mr. Xu Yuan, our dean would like to speak with you."