Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

No one knows what Nongyu was thinking when she said those words to Ji Yihu, who resembled Ji Wuye but was rugged and ugly.

However, for Ji Yihu, the person involved, these words were extremely pleasing and made him very happy.

Although he was not good-looking, he had the spirit of a hero.

Under the guise of this heroic spirit, appearance has become irrelevant.

That very night, he went to Zilanxuan to retrieve the sword.

Before Ji Yihu arrived, Zi Nu had learned of some of Xu Qing's plans through her conversation with him. Although she harbored doubts about his intentions, she outwardly cooperated, handing over the sword to Ji Yihu and emphasizing, "This sword is a family heirloom of Nongyu. When I first met her, this was the only sword she had by her side. Since she is willing to give it to the young general, she must be entrusting it to him sincerely. I hope the young general will cherish it."

Ji Yihu was overjoyed upon hearing this and patted his chest, promising, "Don't worry, I will never mistreat her!"

After taking the sword, he did not linger at Zilan Pavilion. Due to his father's repeated warnings, he no longer dared to frequent such places.

If one truly wants to enjoy oneself, one should do so from within one's own residence.

After all, the situation outside is complicated.

Even though this is Xinzheng, there is still a possibility of danger.

It should be noted that Emerald Tiger had been attacked repeatedly in this city before, and later, he was killed by Tianze and others outside the city.

If Tianze and his group were executed, that would be fine.

But after killing Emerald Tiger and burning Snowcoat Castle, they disappeared.

How could Ji Wuye let his guard down?

After recalling his son, he became very concerned about his son's safety.

Places of pleasure and romance are places you can visit, but you should visit them sparingly.

In particular, Zi Lanxuan had a close relationship with Han Fei and his group.

Therefore, he repeatedly warned Ji Yihu.

As a result, Ji Yihu did not expect that his father would already know about his short visit and the fact that he had not lingered there for long.

He had just returned to the general's mansion when he learned that his father had summoned him.

Inside the general's mansion, Ji Wuye's face was ashen, with the "Heavenly Wrath Sword" lying beside him.

"You went to Zilan Pavilion again?" His voice was booming, and his gaze was sharp as he looked at Ji Yihu.

"What did that woman tell you to do?"

Ji Yihu quickly explained, "Father, please calm down. Nongyu didn't ask for anything; on the contrary, she gave me a gift. I went to Zilanxuan just to retrieve this item."

"Oh?" Ji Wuye raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

Ji Yihu untied the long, narrow cloth bag from behind him.

The cloth slipped off, revealing a strangely shaped longsword.

The moment the sword was drawn, a unique aura spread out.

Ji Wuye's eyes suddenly lit up, and he subconsciously gripped the Heavenly Wrath Sword tightly. The strange power within the sword instantly invaded his mind. For the past few months, he had been inseparable from the Heavenly Wrath Sword, even keeping it by his side when he slept.

The greed in Ji Wuye's heart had been amplified by the sword intent. In addition, with the sudden death of King Han, Han Yu took the initiative to get closer to him in order to consolidate his power. The more powerful Ji Wuye became, the more turbulent his greed became.

Normally he could barely control himself, but at this moment, the two swords, both forged by Xu Qing and with similar origins but completely different, resonated with each other when they came close.

The sword in Ji Yihu's hand subtly influenced his emotions.

Ji Wuye's Heavenly Wrath Sword, however, completely ignited the greed in his heart.

As his greed grew, he even conceived the idea of ​​taking the sword from his son's hand for himself.

"What is the name of this sword?" Ji Wuye asked in a deep voice.

Ji Yihu instinctively gripped the hilt of his sword, feeling extremely uncomfortable under his father's gaze.

But he still answered with that name.

A strange and eerie name, as if it embodies endless poetry.

"Frostmourne".

……

"My sword isn't so easy to wield!"

Inside the inn.

Xu Qing looked in the direction of the General's Mansion and murmured softly.

Back in the State of Chu, he used the Heavenly Questions as his inspiration to forge the Nine Swords of Heavenly Questions.

Although the nine swords did not fully appear.

However, several of these cases caused quite a stir.

After arriving in South Korea, he wanted to make waves there, and his first thought was to focus on swords.

After all, their main purpose is to gain prestige.

This process would not have been possible without his sword.

Even if South Korea is in chaos and many things happen, he won't gain anything from it.

The Heavenly Wrath Sword, once forged, was characterized by greed.

The sword ended up in Ji Wuye's hands by chance, which was unexpected for Xu Qing, but in a way, it was a good thing.

Therefore, he recently forged a "Blade of Jealousy" and managed to deliver it to Ji Yihu.

In order to unleash the power of greed, he left some tricks up his sleeve in the "Blade of Envy".

The effect of this backup plan.

These two swords resonate with each other when they get close.

However, this resonance is not positive, but negative.

The Sword of Jealousy will amplify Ji Yihu's jealousy, causing him to become suspicious of his father, Ji Wuye.

The Sword of Greed, however, will only intensify Ji Wuye's greed.

It's fine if Ruoji Yihu doesn't have anything good in his possession.

If he obtains a treasure that he has no other.

Ji Wuye would inevitably be moved.

Of course, these are just Xu Qing's own thoughts, and he is not sure whether the specific direction will go as he expects.

Therefore, he had to make a backup plan.

If Ji Yihu is truly incompetent, he wouldn't mind helping Ji Yihu out.

That would be fitting for the name "Frostmourne".

Chapter 123 The sword must be sharpened with the blood of one's closest relatives!

Ji Wuye ultimately did not forcibly take his son's sword.

"Frostmourne," what a strange name. In comparison, the name of the sword he wields, "Wrath of the Gods," sounds far more imposing.

However, the undercurrents caused by the resonance of the two swords are by no means easy to quell.

Ji Wuye wielded the Heavenly Wrath Sword for several months before the dormant greed within him was quietly awakened. This was not only because the Heavenly Wrath Sword appeared in the world earlier, but also because of his extraordinary temperament and composure.

From a humble retainer to the position of Grand General of Han, wielding power over the court for decades, Ji Wuye was by no means a reckless man.

His cunning was as deep as the ocean, and his martial prowess was unparalleled in the army.

Greed may exist, but one also knows how to control it.

Ji Yihu was completely different. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Ji Wuye cherished his only son like a treasure and was unwilling to let him suffer any grievances.

Even though he was sent to the army for training a few years ago, it was only to gild his resume and pave the way for his future succession. Even though he was in the border army, Ji Yihu never really suffered. After returning to Xinzheng, Ji Wuye went to great lengths to protect him.

Because of his doting, when his son became infatuated with Nongyu, the zither player at Zilan Pavilion, Ji Wuye even suppressed his anger and did not take it out on Zilan Pavilion.

As long as they distance themselves from Han Fei and others, they can continue operating.

Of course, the surveillance network was never removed in secret, in case of any "accident".

Unbeknownst to Ji Wuye, this airtight control was quietly fostering Ji Yihu's rebellion.

Ji Yihu felt like a caged beast, imprisoned in a golden cage, where every move he made required his father's approval, and everything he obtained also needed his father's approval.

At first he could bear it, but when he returned to the courtyard with "Frostmourne" and recalled the familiar "greed" in his father's eyes, the pent-up resentment spread like wildfire.

"It's always like this! It's always like this!" Ji Yihu's voice was low, his knuckles white from gripping the metal. "This is mine! What right do you have to covet it?"

His mother died young due to complications during childbirth, leaving Ji Yihu without maternal love from a young age. His father, Ji Wuye, was also not a loving father.

He was strict and ruthless, and had been forcefully planning his son's life since he was a child.

While children his age played and frolicked, he was forced to practice martial arts; while others enjoyed their freedom, his every move was under surveillance and reprimand.

He thought that going to the military would allow him to escape his cage, but he was devastated to find that his father's hand still covered the entire South Korean army. He had simply moved from one cage to another.

Fortunately, during that dark period, someone helped him resolve his inner conflicts.

He returned to the capital intending to try to mend his relationship with his father.

However, the resonance of "Frostmourne" not only amplified Ji Wuye's greed, but also completely ignited Ji Yihu's resentment accumulated over many years.

The sword was merely the trigger; the root cause had long been buried deep within.

With this sense of resentment and a desire for solace, Ji Yihu once again stepped into Nongyu's courtyard.

The melodious sound of the zither flowed like a clear spring, and it was this music that captivated him.

In Nongyu's zither music, he seemed to break free of his shackles and transform into a free bird.

The world sees him as a spoiled brat, but little do they know that only by playing the role of this "good-for-nothing" can he avoid his father's even stricter interference.

His "playboy" persona was merely a helpless way of protecting himself.

As the music ended, Ji Yihu pushed open the door and entered.

"Young General, you seem to have something on your mind?" Nongyu raised her eyes and asked softly.