Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Five: The Beautiful Sword and the Mighty Sword Intent
Sang Zhe’s sword intent was definitely not fake.
Gu Yingmian was sure.
From the moment he initiated his stance, Gu Yingmian could clearly feel the embryonic form of his sword intent.
It was definitely an impressive sword intent that would surprise her.
However, right now, his own sword was indeed unable to carry that sword intent.
After trying several famous swords from the Hidden Sword Pavilion, the results were all disappointing.
The grade of the sword limited the swordbearer’s strength. Gu Yingmian understood this better than anyone.
Watching Sang Zhe’s regretful and ashamed expression, her mind recalled that fleeting glimpse of sword intent…
Gu Yingmian made a decision in her heart.
…Forget it.
If only this sword could carry his sword intent.
Then, his sword intent would not let me down.
Just a loan… should be fine.
Moments later, while Sang Zhe was still sulking, sneaking glances at Gu Yingmian, her soft voice slowly came:
“Young Master Sang.”
“I still have one sword…”
“Perhaps it can meet Young Master Sang’s needs.”
Sang Zhe’s heart leaped with joy, yet he repeatedly waved his hands, “Ah, no, no way.”
“Junior has already damaged so many swords of the palace master, and if I break something more valuable, I’d really have to sell myself to make up for it!”
“No worries.” Gu Yingmian chuckled lightly, “If Young Master Sang’s sword intent truly can’t be accommodated even by this sword.”
“Then if it breaks, it is simply because it lacks the ability.”
Sang Zhe blinked, eagerly asking, “The sword the palace master speaks of, could it be…?”
“Exactly.”
Gu Yingmian gently raised her slender hand.
In a daze, the surroundings seemed to reverse flow, day and night cycling, as all scenery rapidly changed.
Sang Zhe felt as if he had entered a dreamy illusion, a surreal feeling.
Even his body seemed difficult to control.
Unbeknownst to him, petals gradually floated up around him.
Carrying a fragrant scent, they slowly converged into a wavy floral ribbon, swirling in the air.
Eventually, in Gu Yingmian’s delicate, jade-like hand, it coalesced into an exquisitely beautiful silver-white long sword.
“This sword is my life companion sword. It is also the legacy of my Sword Flower Palace throughout the generations.”
“…It is named Dream Jun Sword.” She lightly parted her cherry lips, her bright eyes caressing the sword’s body.
“In terms of grade, the Dream Jun Sword has almost transcended common weapons, standing with one foot in the realm of true celestial instruments.”
“I believe, if there is only one sword in the world that can carry Young Master Sang’s sword intent.”
“It should be this one.”
Gu Yingmian tenderly stroked the sword’s body again.
The Dream Jun Sword seemed to possess a spirit of its own, its body quivering slightly, responding with a clear and melodious ringing.
One person and one sword seemed to communicate, perfectly in sync, with no sense of discord.
“Dream Jun Sword… what a lovely name.”
“Today, due to my illness, my soul is in disarray, only dreaming of you instead of the Jun.” Sang Zhe’s eyes sparkled with infatuation as he murmured:
“What a mesmerizing sword one can’t help but adore.”
“The Dream Jun Sword has followed me for many years, nurtured and grown by me, and has developed a certain spirit.”
“I view it as my own,” Gu Yingmian said with a playful blink, “I hope Young Master Sang treasures it.”
Sang Zhe immediately performed a deep bow.
“Thank you for your generosity, palace master. I will surely cherish this hard-won opportunity.”
“Go ahead.” Gu Yingmian lightly lifted her hand, and the Dream Jun Sword seemed to have a life of its own, circling gracefully in the air.
Then, it flew in front of Sang Zhe.
It didn’t land in Sang Zhe’s hand immediately but circled around him first.
When it settled back in front of him, it trembled slightly.
Although Sang Zhe couldn’t understand its expression.
For some reason, he felt that the sword seemed to mock him with a very cheeky attitude.
…You think you, a weakling, can use me?
Ha, do you really know how to wield a sword?
For reasons unknown, Sang Zhe felt a little hot under the collar.
He gripped the hilt tightly, ignoring the protests of the Dream Jun Sword as it trembled, examining it closely.
The Dream Jun Sword was truly beautiful.
The entire sword was silver-white, with a bright and vivid sheen, its patterns shimmering in a dizzyingly obscure manner.
The hilt was slender, even a person with small hands could tightly grip it, and for him, it felt a bit small.
The entire shape and aura of the sword exuded an ultimate beauty and dreamlike essence.
It was like an absolutely stunning beauty.
With a face as pure and holy as water, yet a body that was fiery and explosive, igniting desires that made one want to embrace it tightly and play with it fiercely.
The feel of the sword was akin to touching her delicate, silky skin, while the hilt resembled her voluptuous curves.
It made one unable to resist tightly gripping its handle, allowing it to tremble in his hand, or rather be firmly controlled without escape…
Watching Sang Zhe nearly drooling, Gu Yingmian couldn’t help but clear her throat.
“Young Master Sang?”
“Ah? Oh oh…”
Sang Zhe wiped his mouth, serious, “Then, I’ll embarrass myself now!”
Perfect.
The mission objective has been achieved.
Next, it was time for the familiar routine.
Sang Zhe gazed at the exquisitely beautiful celestial sword in his hand, a flicker of wicked delight crossing his lips.
“Little one.” He murmured with a barely audible voice.
“You think I can’t use a sword?”
“Well then… don’t get surprised by my thick and mighty sword intent!”
The Dream Jun Sword seemed momentarily confused.
It seemed unable to comprehend Sang Zhe’s words.
But in the next moment, Sang Zhe’s expression sharpened, and his face turned serious.
With a sudden shake, he tightly gripped the sword, assuming a starting stance.
In an instant, an overwhelming sword intent violently surged into the Dream Jun Sword’s body.
The Dream Jun Sword almost offered no resistance, its body trembling to the max, as if on the verge of collapse.
“Zheng!”
In the plaza of the Sword Flower Palace.
An unprecedented sword ringing, clear and soaring, resonated throughout the peaks of Yaotai Tian Mountain.
That soaring, unmatched sword intent roared like a dragon breaching the sea as it erupted into the sky.
Everyone stared in shock at this entire scene.
Not just the onlookers from the Sword Flower Palace but also Chun Lan and Qiu Ju.
Even Gu Yingmian.
Her beautiful eyes, filled with infatuation and haze, stared deeply at the sword intent soaring into the air.
Through her connection with the Dream Jun Sword, she currently had the clearest perception of this sword intent.
It was as vast as the ocean and the stars.
It was the most extreme sword intent she had ever encountered.
Even after years of delving into the sword arts and having seen countless swords, she had never looked down on the sword intents of numerous senior experts and peers.
But at this moment, the sword intent displayed by Sang Zhe still left her mesmerized.
“So this is… the height to which sword intent can reach,” she murmured.
But while she was lost in reverie, she hadn’t heard it.
In Sang Zhe’s hand, the Dream Jun Sword trembled and screamed like a wild ringing.
